ten steps one kill

The next morning.

The morning breeze dispelled the dust floating in the air, but it couldn't blow away the haze that entrenched people's hearts.Everyone on Yingzhou Island saw the fire at Zhujian Village last night.Early this morning, Yan Yuehua did not show up at all.The crowd gathered under the sword pond, but they no longer had the high spirits of the day before. The people who came here for the competition are now gathering in small groups and whispering.

"The Hidden Sword Pavilion was burnt down, where is Mo Xie Sword?"

"There are rumors that the Moye sword was stolen yesterday, but it is not clear whether it is true or not."

"Who can control Moxie Sword? In just a few days, there are almost a hundred dead people on the island, and I am even more worried about my own life."

"You're right, what happened recently is too evil, and now, I just want to get out of this ghost place quickly."

"You son of a bitch, if you have the ability to swim to the other side by yourself."

Swimming to the other side is just a joke. The natural moat lies across the sea. Without a boat, it is impossible to cross it with only a mere mortal body.Until this morning, the waves in the strait showed signs of calming down, but the navigation with the land has not resumed, and the government has not sent anyone to go to the island for survey, and Yingzhou Island is still isolated from the outside world.

The chief culprit who killed the boatman was ruined last night and died in the fire, but the turmoil sweeping the martial arts still showed no signs of subsiding, but intensified instead.The bones of the boatmen who died tragically were still cold, and the simple tombs stood in rows on the desolate embankment, which made people feel sad.

Who would have expected that the solemn and solemn martial arts tournament would turn into a farce of intrigue and deceit. People on the once calm island were panicked, rumors spread, and everyone was full of doubts and urgently needed to be appeased.However, there was no trace of Tianjimen or Dongfengtang under the arena, instead a funeral procession came.

A group of men and women dressed as ordinary people carried the coffin, lined up in two rows, and walked along the winding mountain road all the way to the ring.

There were eight coffins in total, and there were several times the number of people surrounding them, forming a quite spectacular funeral procession, all of them dressed in linen and mourning, crying and screaming loudly.

The warriors around the arena saw this battle and fell into confusion. It was the first time for a well-informed old Jianghu to encounter such a spectacle.

"What's going on, why did the mourning cry reach the place of the martial arts competition?"

Walking at the head of the team was an old man with gray temples. Hearing the question from the crowd, he replied loudly: "There is a monster in the competition place. We have no way to avenge our grievances. We can only come and cry."

"Old man, what do you mean by that? Please explain more clearly."

"My daughter, my miserable daughter, is at the age of flowers and jade, and she was killed by that old thief Duan Qichang before she found Mrs. Ruyi..."

Hearing Duan Qichang's name, everyone showed surprise: "Old man, don't talk nonsense, Duan Qichang is the head of Tianji sect, how could he harm your daughter?"

"Why not, we trusted him to be a decent family, and we listened to his words and went to take refuge in Tianji Gate, but fell into his trap and were murdered—"

Accompanied by the old man's hoarse accusation, the funeral procession has passed through the crowd.Send the coffin to the ring.

On the eight-sided arena, brightly colored flags fluttered in the wind, and the weapons of the [-] squads on the racks were still shining brightly in the morning sun.However, this piece of sacred pure land was trampled into disorder by the people's chaotic footsteps.

"What are you going to do? Are you all crazy?" Wulin people came to the stage to stop them.

The funeral procession knew they were no opponents, so they simply formed a circle shoulder to shoulder, protecting the coffin in the center.Most of the team is old and weak, unarmed, but they put on a posture of fearing death, and no one is willing to back down.

The martial arts people were holding swords, spears and halberds, but they were frightened by the opponent's momentum and stopped in place, and no one had the guts to make a move.

Among the common people, a hunchbacked young man with the appearance of a scholar stood up and said, "That Duan looks like a well-dressed man, but he is actually not as good as a beast. Don't you want to see his true face?"

The martial arts people looked at each other, and a voice suggested: "Why don't they finish talking! Let everyone see together, what's going on!"

As a result, the menacing warriors put down their swords one after another, and the mourners heaved a sigh of relief, and dispersed the procession to make way for everyone on and off the stage to see clearly the positions of the eight coffins.Then, hurriedly lifted the lid of the coffin.

As soon as the coffin lid was opened, the old man knelt down beside the coffin again, crying bitterly.This time, no one in the audience reprimanded him for making a fuss.

There were eight corpses lying in the coffin, seven young women and one elderly man. All eight of them died unexpectedly. The tragic death was unbearable to watch.The woman seemed to have been sucked out of most of her body's blood, her face was livid and haggard.The old man was pierced through his chest with blood, his clothes were stained red with blood, his mouth was open and his eyes were round.

After a while, an elderly swordsman in the audience said: "Do you think that the way these women died is very similar to the bloody clothes case ten years ago."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was startled. They once again focused their eyes on the corpses that had lost blood and died: "It is said that the bloody clothes case was caused by evil spirits taking their lives. Could it be that these people also encountered ghosts?"

"Of course not." A voice interrupted everyone's speculation, and said in a firm tone, "There have never been evil spirits in this world. All crimes are committed by humans, and they can only be borne by humans."

Both sides on the ring looked at the prestige together, and saw the third team from far to near, and the leader was a figure in red, more dazzling than the morning sun.

"Liu Hongfeng?"

After a few days of turmoil, the Wulin people and the common people all know Liu Hongfeng's appearance. The once penniless prodigal son has now become the focus of everyone's attention.

Liu Hongfeng led the Xiling Villagers who had escaped from the dead, and quickly stepped onto the ring. He saw the corpse in the coffin at a glance. Although he was prepared in his heart, the too vivid picture still shocked his mind, making him almost Absent.

Liu Qian pinched his arm by his side, pulled him out of the bleak memory, and handed him three pieces of evidence.

The three heavy letters have gone through several twists and turns, just like him, scarred and tired.

Liu Hongfeng's heart beat violently, and he spoke slowly among the crowd: "Whether the bloody clothing case ten years ago, or today's tragedy, they are all crimes committed by Duan Qichang, head of the Tianji Sect."

"how do you know?"

"I know that because of the bloody clothes case ten years ago, one of the ten people who died was my mother."

Liu Hongfeng's words startled everyone, even the crying old man stopped his tears and raised his head to look at him.

"Ten years ago, I was just an ignorant child. Because my mother was born in a brothel and had a low status, I surrendered everywhere. There's solid evidence."

Ten years of painstaking efforts are all for this moment.He stood on the turbulent arena, looked around the Wulin, and said loudly, "Today, I will tell you what Duan Qichang's true face is like."

Duan Changya woke up like a child.

Nangong You stood by the door, peeking into the bedroom through the narrow door, and couldn't help expressing such emotion.

Duan Changya was sitting by the bed, half of the quilt was still hooked between his waist and abdomen, his loose long hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes rolled from side to side, as if he was looking around the room, his eyes were a bit dazed, his shoulders shrunk unconsciously, As if returning to the youth, with the spirit of getting up, arrogantly waiting for a greeting.

On weekdays, Duan Changya would definitely not show this appearance. The grown-up youth put himself into a neat frame, with sharp edges and corners, and a rigid look.Only when I first woke up, I was willing to cross the boundary and stick out a rounded corner.

Of course Nangong You didn't come to greet Duan Changya, he also had a pack of colorless and odorless poison in his pocket, which was handed by a witch doctor in Southern Xinjiang, very rare in the Central Plains.He originally wanted to mix the medicine into the water and give it to Duan Changya, using the most concealed and safest way to remove this person from his sleep so as to avoid future worries.But he never expected that Duan Changya would wake up from the coma first by relying on his own willpower, disrupting his wishful thinking.

Apart from Duan Changya, there was one more thing he regretted - Liu Hongfeng was still alive.

He didn't expect that there would be helpers staying near the bamboo courtyard to help Liu Hongfeng and the Xiling villagers escape from the flames.If I had known this before, even if I used the force of Tianjimen last night, I would have to find a suitable excuse to wipe out those guys who got in the way.

Duan Changya and Liu Hongfeng -- these two young people who don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, have become the biggest obstacles in front of him, causing him to miss good opportunities one after another, and regret it.

Thinking of this, Nangong You couldn't help looking at the room with hatred, becoming more vicious than usual.

Duan Changya seemed to be aware of the strangeness at the door, stood up abruptly, and asked, "Who is it?"

The young man's voice was still hoarse, but the aura burst out in an instant, making Nangong You's whole body stagnate, and his mind filled with hatred calmed down in an instant.

——Regardless of martial arts or mind, Duan Changya is superior to his father, and it is definitely not a wise choice to confront him head-on right now.

Fortunately, Duan Qichang died first, and Duan Changya was still unaware of what happened last night.Although the plan was once disrupted, there are still many good opportunities for him right now.

Thinking of this, his mood became much clearer, and he put away the poison again, and put it in a hidden place that would never be discovered by anyone.Then he opened the door and walked forward with a friendly face.

Duan Changya turned his head, showing surprise: "His Royal Highness."

"You woke up, that's great!" Nangongyou looked happy, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and shook them slightly, "You're seriously injured, I thought...how are you feeling now? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Duan Changya shook his head, and asked again: "How long have I been in a coma?"

Nangongyou let go of his shoulders cautiously, took a step back, and said, "It's not too long, just a day and a night."

Duan Changya showed a look of relief: "I thought it had been a long time, I'm sorry for making you worry... Where is father?"

Hearing this, Nangongyou lowered his gaze, and after a while, he said, "Chang Ya, your father is no longer here."

Duan Changya's expression froze on his face.

He seldom expresses his emotions, but his face will be different when he is extremely anxious. At this moment, even his anxious mind is frozen. He seems to be nailed in place by the bad news that fell from the sky, and he moves like a stone. no.

Nangong You raised his head, fixed his eyes, and said: "Although you have not slept for a long time, many things happened during this day and night."

Duan Changya stood up abruptly and said, "I want to see it with my own eyes."

He didn't ask why, but asked for evidence first. If he couldn't confirm it with his own eyes, he would never trust others' words.

Duan Changya is such a difficult person to coax.

But Nangong was confident in his mind, he didn't show any flaws on his face, he just nodded with worry, "You come with me."

Many people gathered in the main hall of Tianjimen.

Duan Qichang lay flat on the low table in the center of the main hall, covered with a clean white cloth.There are flowers all around, dew still hangs on the branches and leaves, exuding a faint fragrance.The corpse had already been cleaned, and it was replaced with brand-new Chinese clothes and robes, which was as dignified as possible.As the night passed, his pale limbs gradually stiffened, and there was an unbearable smell from under the white cloth, even the scent of flowers couldn't hide it.

This is the face of the real culprit who committed the Bloody Shirt case--a lot of trouble, but in vain, and died like a bad joke.

Several servants stood beside the corpse, all of them pale and out of their minds.Nangong You stepped forward first, and asked scoldingly, "Have you not found a suitable coffin yet?"

The servants showed panic and bowed their backs even deeper: "We have already sent people to look for it, but these days the island is too noisy, many shops are closed, even if you have money, you can't buy goods. There's really nothing we can do..."

Nangong sighed sadly and said, "Forget it, you guys go out first."

After dismissing the outsiders, only he and Duan Changya were left in the main hall.

Duan Changya stood beside the low table, his tall figure stood alone like a silent mountain.Nangongyou thought that he was petrified, and was about to comfort him when he raised his arm and slowly stretched towards his father's body.

Nangongyou also raised his hand, put five fingers on his wrist, making a blocking gesture: "Chang Ya, you better stop watching."

Duan Changya ignored the other party's suggestion and continued to reach forward. His hand was so strong that Nangongyou couldn't stop it, so he could only let him lift the white cloth.

On the way here, Nangongyou had already told him the cause and effect, but it was another difficulty for him to witness the death of his relatives.He stared at his father's pale and stiff face, and did not look away for a long time.

Nangong You stayed silent with him until he raised his head and asked in a lower voice than before: "Dad really committed suicide? Was there no one around when he died?"

Nan Gongyou nodded and said: "As far as I know, there is no one. No one in the house fell asleep last night. If foreign enemies invaded, someone would definitely report it. Besides, Brother Qichang is very skilled in martial arts. How many people in the world can deal with him silently?" Kill me."

Duan Changya nodded, and slowly covered the white cloth back to the original place, covering the body of the deceased and retaining the last trace of dignity of the deceased.Nangong You kept looking at him, waiting for him to vent his emotions, but he remained silent, with a restrained expression on his face.

Nangong You put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Chang Ya, now that you have grown up, I should tell you the truth, your parents..."

"He died to save me." Duan Changya finished the rest of the sentence instead of Nangong You.

Nangongyou showed surprise: "How do you know?"

Duan Changya said: "After this drowsiness, I recalled some things from the past. Before I got seriously ill ten years ago, I seemed to have done something that accidentally hurt someone. With my father's character, I would never do anything for selfish desires. Hurting people and doing evil. But if it is to save me, it is another matter."

Nangongyou couldn't help but widen his eyes. If he was acting hypocritical just now, his surprise at this moment was completely genuine.He is not a martial artist, and he doesn't understand what the curse in Duan's blood is, but he knows that everyone has the instinct to avoid pain, and even deceives himself and others to get rid of unbearable memories.As the son of Pingnan, he has dealt with all kinds of people. He has long understood that the human heart is much more fragile than swords and fists.

But Duan Changya is different. He even dared to uncover the scars of ten years ago with his own hands, and liquidated the dripping reality before his eyes.For a moment, even Nangongyou didn't dare to distinguish whether his courage was due to perseverance or ruthlessness.

While Nangongyou was silent, Duan Changya asked again: "Uncle, did father really commit the bloody clothes case?"

Nangongyou noticed that Duan Changya had changed his title, and his heartstrings couldn't help but tense.Along the way, he has obviously deceived countless people. Even Duan Qichang, who is as seasoned as Duan Qichang, was completely deceived by his lies and pretense until he lost his life.Now that none of the disciples in the Tianji Sect had doubted him, there was really no need for him to panic.

But for some reason, in front of this fledgling young man, he couldn't stop the fear in his heart.

Duan Changya's eyes fell on him, quietly waiting for his answer.He nodded slightly, took out something he had prepared earlier, handed it to the other party solemnly, and said, "This is a letter left by your father before his death."

Duan Changya took it, flipped through the flats one by one, checked slightly, and found that his father's handwriting was indeed true.

Three of them were contracts signed when blood was collected and murdered.Although the content is short, every word is shocking.

The remaining one is thicker, and the envelope is a bit torn. Obviously, it has been dismantled the most times. The letter contained in the envelope is actually a confession written to the deceased wife.

Nangong said worryingly: "He always remembers your mother in his heart. When he is sad, he will write down his thoughts at his desk alone. Of course, he has never shown these secrets to others before his death. Until now, I miss you You should see it for yourself."

The handwriting was densely piled up for several pages, and the ink color was changed several times. It was obviously written at different times and separated several times.Duan Qichang was tortured by an unspoken secret for ten years, but he had to suppress the pain in his heart and put on a magnanimous posture. He thought he had concealed it from everyone, but he still couldn't escape Nangongyou's eyes.

These four letters are the deadly weapon against Duan Changya.

Duan Changya read very quickly at first, but the speed of his gaze shifting became slower and slower. It seemed that he had used all his willpower to finally turn to the last page.Then, he folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. He raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes, and silently looked at the carved vermilion wood beams above his head.

In this world, no one can protect him anymore, and no one can shoulder the weight of life on his behalf.

Nangong said worryingly: "You can wake up with your own will, it's really amazing, but after all, it's still a step too late, most things in the world are unpredictable, it's not your fault..."

Duan Changya didn't answer, as if he lost his words for a moment.Nangongyou took a step forward, took back the letter in his hand, put it away carefully, and said: "You should read the contents of this letter, please don't tell Bie Yuxixi for now, especially the disciples of Tianjimen."

"Why?" Duan Changya showed doubts, "The matter has come to this, I really can't think of any room for defense."

Nangongyou shook his head and said, "Uncle didn't want you to make excuses, but he wanted to turn against you, but he wanted you not to make useless excuses. Chang Ya, I know you have always been upright and kind, but if you think about it, if everyone in the Tianji Sect knows, Your father murdered and made mistakes all to save you, wouldn't he be angry with you."

Duan Changya still shook his head.

Nangongyou said patiently: "You and your father have always been two generations. If he did something wrong, it doesn't mean that you did something wrong. Whether it's the past ten years ago or the murder case last night, you don't know anything about it, so There is really no need to blame yourself. In Tianjimen, no one except you and me knows that you have suffered from a serious disease. In their view, your father must have taken the wrong edge and killed people to collect blood in order to improve his own skills. .Since ancient times, there have been countless examples of becoming obsessed and insane due to martial arts practice. As long as you insist on this reason, no one will doubt you."

Duan Changya showed surprise: "Do you mean to tell me to lie?"

Nangongyou nodded: "Lies don't necessarily come from malice. Right now, you can only keep the reputation of Tianjimen by breaking away from your father. Your father's greatest wish is to continue the family business. Even if there is no catastrophe today, the head of the sect Sooner or later, the position will be handed over to you. You have a heavy burden on your shoulders, you must think clearly about everything, and you must not act impulsively."

Duan Changya frowned.

Before he could refute, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps behind him, followed by a hasty knock on the door.

"Come in," he said.

Chang Zhao walked quickly into the main hall with two disciples. One of them was holding his shoulders, limping, and his clothes were faintly bleeding.

Duan Changya asked: "Why are you injured?"

"Small injury, it doesn't matter." The disciple gritted his teeth and replied.

Chang Zhao took the words from his companion and said, "Young Master, Your Highness, the situation outside the gate of the mansion is worrisome. I'm afraid the gate may not be able to be guarded."

"Someone came to Tianji Gate to provoke?"

"Yes, there is a funeral procession outside the gate of the mansion. They are the people who were released from the cellar last night. They called the villagers from the foot of the mountain, and gathered a group of people from the martial arts. They carried eight coffins and gathered outside the gate to make trouble. We I wanted to stop them, but the other party had a tyrannical attitude and insisted on asking for our lives to settle accounts, and had a conflict with our people..."

Before Duan Changya could speak, Nangong You asked first, "Among those martial artists? Did you see Liu Hongfeng?"

Chang Zhao was stunned, nodded and said, "Yes, the eloquent team was led by Liu Hongfeng after listening to Liu Hongfeng's words. Your Highness, how should we deal with it?"

Hearing Liu Hongfeng's name, Duan Changya was also stunned.

Chang Zhao looked past the two of them in turn, but saw Nangongyou leaning on the edge of the table with one hand, his face turning pale.He showed surprise, and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot that His Highness cannot see blood."

"It's okay." Nangong You waved his hand at him, "I just saw too much blood last night, and I really can't hold on. You don't have to worry about me, and you need to solve the urgent need first."

Duan Changya turned to him and said, "Uncle, you are also tired, why don't you rest first, and leave the outside affairs to me."

Nangongyou showed a worried look: "But leaving you alone, is it really worth it?"

Duan Changya glanced briefly at his father's body, then quickly turned to his companion on the opposite side, and said, "Since my father is gone, I should protect the Tianji Gate."

When the three disciples headed by Chang Zhao saw his expression, they immediately forgot the pain, cheered up, put their fists on their chests, and said, "We all obey the young master's orders."

Duan Changya nodded and said: "Let's go, follow me out to meet the guests."

Nangongyou watched the four of them leave one after another.

The windows in the main hall are carefully closed, the interior is a little dark, but the sunlight outside is already bright, even a little dazzling, Duan Changya's back is bathed in it, the outline of his white clothes is blurred, moving with the wind, as if it might melt at any time.

The rivers and lakes cannot tolerate a prodigal dog, and what awaits him will be a cruel and merciless world.

In the silence, Nangong's worried heart gradually relaxed.He really doesn't need to worry too much, because Liu Hongfeng and Duan Changya, the two people who escaped from his hands by chance, are now irreconcilable enemies. In the face of blood and deep hatred, the friendship formed day and night is really insignificant, not worth mentioning , the only thing waiting for them is the end of the dead.

After they have experienced a pain deeper than death, they will definitely feel regret—regret for escaping from the sea of ​​fire last night, regret for escaping the nightmare today, regret for meeting and acquaintance, and for giving their hearts wrongly.

Nangongyou stayed alone in the darkness, guarding the corpse of his enemy, waiting for the good news to come to his door.

——The good show really starts from now on.

When the gate of Duan Mansion's courtyard was opened, the turmoil outside the gate had temporarily calmed down.

The person who calmed down the storm was Liu Hongfeng. I don't know what kind of words and tactics he used, but he gathered all the three religions and nine schools of martial arts around him like a scattered sand, willingly obeying his orders, putting back the swords, guns and halberds into their sheaths, and stopping the chaotic activities. attack.

Although the attack stopped temporarily, the martial arts team did not retreat. Instead, under Liu Hongfeng's command, they formed groups of three or five, lined up in front of the gate, rounded their arms, shouted chant, and beat repeatedly. Hitting the door, the action is like beating a drum, neat and orderly, and when you are tired, you will replace the next one to take over. In this way, one after another, there is no interruption.

The copper door is very thick and heavy, and the sound of knocking on the door is endless, and the sound waves are stirring in the courtyard, not letting go of every pair of ears hiding in every corner, as if declaring loudly that it is useless to escape and hide after all, since the heinous crime Sooner or later, he will face the blame of everyone.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, the two copper doors finally opened slowly, revealing a gap.However, even Liu Hongfeng did not expect that the face that jumped into his eyes was the one he least wanted to face.

Duan Changya.

With the door fully open, familiar faces can be seen vividly.

Liu Hongfeng and Duan Changya, both standing in the center of the team, surrounded by their respective companions, their eyes happened to be facing each other.

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help being stunned.Duan Changya's expression is serious and dignified, he is not afraid in the face of danger, almost the same as when he drew his sword to kill the villain the day before yesterday, because of his power, the morale of the Tianjimen disciples is much higher than before.

But Liu Hongfeng knew that this person had been in a coma for a whole day, and walked before the gate of hell.Moreover, this person fell into today's predicament just to save his life.

Among the many enemy lines, Liu Hongfeng became the person who knew the opponent best.

Liu Qian followed closely behind Liu Hongfeng, and saw Duan Changya's face clearly for the first time.A child's heart is much purer than an adult's. No matter how many karmic misreports lie in front of him, the savior is always the savior. Therefore, he squeezed Liu Hongfeng's arm hard, as if he couldn't wait to speak and speak for Duan Changya.

But Liu Hongfeng just pressed his shoulder, motioning him to keep quiet.

A stone appeared suddenly, passed over his head from behind, brushed against Liu Hongfeng's shoulder, drew a crooked trajectory in the air, and finally hit Duan Changya's left shoulder.

The force of the throwing stone was very weak, and it couldn't hurt anyone at all, but it was like a fishing line, tightening the hearts of the opposing sides.

The person who threw the stone was an old man who cried loudly all the way. His shoulders were bent by the coffin pole, and his arms were trembling with pain. He was old and decadent, without any martial arts skills. As long as the blink of an eye, he can be easily killed.

But Duan Changya just stood there without moving a bit, leaving a khaki mark on his left shoulder.

The funeral procession seemed inspired, and they followed suit, throwing dirt at Duan Changya one after another—stones, mud, dead branches, and even rotten eggs.Leaving more shameful marks on a white coat.

Duan Changya suffered silently. Unarmed people threw weak weapons at him like raindrops, leaving deep and shallow stains on his clothes, sleeves, waist tie, and hair on his back. Got dirty.Like just crawling out of a quagmire.The place where he stayed was right in the middle of the gate of the mansion. The blue brick and stone road, which was always clean and bright, now turned into a mess like a busy market after the merchants had dispersed.

Where did the disciples of Tianjimen suffer such humiliation? Although it was Duan Changya who was beaten, their dignity was also trampled on. Finally, they couldn't take it anymore and shouted: "Don't bully others too much!"

But Duan Changya raised an arm, stopped the companion who was about to move behind him, and said, "No one is allowed to make a move."

A group of people gritted their teeth, retracted their stance, and retreated to the spot, with suppressed curses rolling out of their throats.

They were usually trained by Duan Changya, and they had long been used to obeying orders, but never had an order made them feel so uncomfortable, as if a nail had been drilled into the soles of their feet, the pain was unforgettable.

I don't know how long it took, but the funeral procession finally had enough, finally stopped, and asked: "Duan's life is at stake, how are you going to argue?"

Duan Changya said: "My father went astray, took the wrong path with his sword, and committed crimes. I really have nothing to quibble about."

"The bloody clothes case ten years ago was also a good thing that you surnamed Duan did?"

"indeed so."

He admitted it frankly, which made the people on the opposite side stunned.

When everyone was silent, Liu Qian suddenly pushed Liu Hongfeng's hand away, stood in front of the line, pointed to Duan Changya's nose and asked, "Hey, did your old stubborn father practice some evil skills, went crazy, committed a crime?" Lost your mind and went so far as to kill people in broad daylight."

Duan Changya was stunned, and for the first time his eyes fell on Liu Qian, but unfortunately he only stayed for a moment, and then floated away like a butterfly.

"Speak quickly!" Liu Qian stamped her feet and urged, "Is that right?"

Duan Changya hadn't answered yet, but he heard Qi Shun from Xiling Village interjected: "Little brother, you're not thinking right, let alone what happened last night, just talk about the bloody clothing case ten years ago. After searching for ten years, he finally caught a tail. Such a sinister trick, how could it be a mistake? Besides, only the blood of a young woman was collected, which was obviously done on purpose. Who knows what kind of dirty martial arts it is. Who knows if he did any more dirty deeds before the murder!"

Liu Qian was speechless, but the child's words didn't have much weight, even if they messed around, it might not be useful, he could only lower his head, cursing quietly in his heart, scolding this straightforward Qi Shun for too many things, not only did he not understand what he meant, Also dismantle his desk.

What he really meant was to excuse Duan Changya, no matter what, this person saved his life, he was always a kind person, no matter how terrible mistakes Duan Qichang made, it has nothing to do with this person.

But he also vaguely felt hopeless, no matter how much he appealed, it was always in vain, Duan Qichang was Duan Changya's father after all, my son killed people, how could his son be alone.

When he was young, he often heard Hou Langzhong mention the saying of karma in Buddhism, but those words were too superficial and difficult, so he only listened to them as if they were wind on his ears, and never took them to heart.At this moment, the words and sentences that had been familiar to his ears and eyes suddenly resounded, like a cloud drifting across the sky, leaving an indelible shadow in his heart.

He thought, life is bound by countless silk threads, like a puppet, those invisible karma and retribution secretly pull your hands and feet, making you rise to the sky and make you soar, and also make you fall into the abyss, beyond redemption.You think you are free, but in front of the mighty rivers and lakes, you are like a drop of water, you can only drift with the flow.From the relatives of the emperor to the beggars in the market, who can really fulfill their wishes and act recklessly.

Liu Qian turned to the people around him again, pleading desperately with his eyes——Liu Hongfeng, help him, save him.

But Liu Hongfeng just remained silent, his expression was as cold as a different person, as if he had betrayed Liu Qian's expectations and walked further and further away from him.

Liu Qian stared at Duan Changya so hard that he almost bit his lip to bleed.

A voice in the crowd said: "Duan, tell your father to come out, don't hide anymore, we will take his head off in person."

Duan Changya said: "My father is well aware of the seriousness of the crime, and has already apologized with death."

Unexpectedly, the human on the opposite side said: "You are lying, I think you are mostly hiding people, trying to avoid the limelight. We will not believe your nonsense anymore!"

"That's right! In broad daylight, the sky is bright, you don't want to play tricks again!"

"That's right! You want to see people when you live, and you want to see corpses when you die! Let Duan Qi sing to confess."

In front of the main hall of the Duan Mansion, it was quickly overwhelmed by waves of sound one after another.

At the same time, a series of footsteps came from the Duan mansion courtyard.

The crowd was alarmed and separated from the rear, standing on both sides of the road, leaving a gap for those who came to pass.The people who came were four long-term workers, and they worked together to carry a low table. The table was covered with a white cloth, and it turned out to be Duan Qichang's body.

The noise from behind quickly alarmed the team in front. Chang Zhao turned his head and saw the things on the table. He immediately showed surprise, stopped Chang Gong immediately, and asked sharply, "What are you doing? Who will allow you to act rashly?" His body is gone, immediately carry it back to me!"

His tone was anxious, completely disregarding etiquette.After being scolded by him, the four long-term workers lowered their heads and said in a low voice: "We have already asked His Royal Highness for instructions, and he gave permission."

"Approved?" Chang Zhao's shoulders trembled with anger, "The head of the sect treats you well. Instead of being grateful, you sacrificed him to protect yourself. How do you do this kind of white-eyed wolf?"

"We have no other choice. We can't just watch the Tianji Gate being smashed." Chang Gong buried his head even lower.

Chang Zhao wanted to continue talking, but was pulled back by Duan Changya, who shook his head at him and said, "Let them carry it out."

Chang Zhao grabbed Duan Changya's shoulder: "How can it be done? A group of wolves and tigers are waiting outside, in case they want to do something to the body of the head..."

Duan Changya sighed, and said, "They won't give up when they can't see the dead body. If the two sides fight again, it will be the living who will suffer."

Chang Zhao couldn't help being startled, and stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him.

Duan Changya's clothes were still stained with many stains, his brows were furrowed, and the center of his brows trembled, as if great pain was hidden in the tiny wrinkles.Chang Zhao thought that he would choke for a few times, but he spoke calmly and said in an admonishing tone: "Now that the master is gone, we have to protect other disciples."

Chang Zhao was speechless, and clenched his fists with clenched sounds, as if expressing his inner voice instead of his throat.

In Tianji Sect, many disciples come from officials' families, but Chang Zhao's background is not so common.