My wife is not a demon

"Let me think about it first."

While patting his head, Chen Mu walked back and forth by the tomb, stuffing all the facts about Liu Xiangjun into his mind and analyzing them in detail.

The case of poetry conference.

Juchunlou tragedy.

The case of Mu Xiang'er.

The case of Hanwu Temple.

The case of Princess Lu Wuyi.

Keenly, Chen Mu realized that he seemed to have overlooked an important point, but he couldn't remember what it was.

The rain became more and more violent.

The curtain of smoke and rain fluttered down from the sky, like strands of silk, dense and dense.

"Damn it, what are you talking about, open the coffin!"

Li Qianhu didn't want to soak in the pouring rain, seeing that Chen Mu remained silent for a long time, he simply ordered directly.

Chen Mu wanted to stop him, but seeing Li Qianhu's cold eyes, he had no choice but to give up.

"What is it! What is it! Think about it!"

Chen Mu patted his head hard.

He remembered the conversation with Xue Caiqing in the carriage, he remembered Lu Wuyi's account of his escape process, he remembered those dense transcripts, he remembered some information Mu Xianger left in the letter before he left...

"squeak--"

The sound of the coffin lid being forcibly lifted echoed clearly in the green fields among the mountains.

At the same time, a thunderbolt exploded, and lightning like a silver snake swept across the thick gray-black clouds, illuminating the originally dark sky brightly.

The sky was full of dark clouds, thunder and lightning.

Immediately afterwards, the torrential rain poured down, accompanied by the crackling sound, and the broken branches flew through the air.

The yamen servants and Hades present were all shocked by the cold weather, like a waterfall of rain pouring on their bodies, they felt a bone-chilling chill.

"Open it for me!"

Li Qianhu wiped off the rain on his face and roared angrily.

The yamen servant who came back to his senses yelled, and Qi Li lifted the lid of the coffin. After seeing the bones inside, everyone covered their mouths and noses, and some timid people avoided looking directly.

Chen Mu didn't respond. He stared at the corpse carefully. Although it was already corrupted, he could still identify it as a woman, and Chen Mu was sure that it was Liu Xiangjun lying in the coffin.

"What are you still waiting for, find it for me!" Li Qianhu shouted.

The four yamen servants could only pinch their noses, enduring a strong sense of vomiting, and searched in the coffin. Soon, a policeman held up a scroll and shouted: "Here is a painting!"

"Give it to me!"

Li Qianhu looked happy, and took the scroll that was thrown up.

Seeing this painting scroll, Chen Mu felt relieved and knew that his guess was correct. This scroll must have been left by Xue Caiqing, and judging from the tomb and scroll, it was obvious that it was placed when the corpse was buried.

"Now let us see who the lover is, and whether it is the same as I guessed."

Chen Mu murmured softly.

Li Qianhu opened the somewhat old painting scroll that was infested with bones, and everyone gathered around.

When they saw the contents of the painting, everyone's expressions were stunned for a moment, and then they became weird, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This is impossible!" Yun Zhiyue covered her small mouth.

Chen Mu had a premonition that something was wrong, and stepped forward.

A white flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the person in the painting—wearing a military uniform, a token hanging from his waist, and carrying an iron ruler, his appearance is handsome and extraordinary. The man in the picture is Chen Mu!

The person who signed it——Liu Xiangjun!

All eyes were locked on Chen Mu, with a complicated expression.

Even Chen Mu himself was stunned.

The brain was blank and humming, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

How can it be!

At this moment, he seemed to have a feeling and suddenly turned his head to look, and saw a woman in Tsing Yi standing with an umbrella in the torrential rain, like a lily swaying weakly.

There was gauze wrapped around her head, and blood was still oozing from the gauze.

After seeing the dug-up grave, the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and rolled into a half circle with the wind, drawing a line of loneliness and sadness.

Xue Caiqing came to the tomb like a walking corpse, silently looking at the bones in the coffin that had been beaten by the rainstorm, with neither sadness nor joy on her face.

She walked up to Chen Mu.

Clean, fair, and slender hands gently caressed Chen Mu's heart.

"why?"

The woman raised her chin, even though the white gauze on her face was soaked by the rain, it was still difficult to see her face clearly, just like she couldn't see whether the corners of her eyes were tears or rain, "Why is your heart so hot? It should be It must be cold."

The woman's voice was erratic and sad, as if squeezed out of a cracked heart.

She stared at him.

His eyes were like ashes burnt out, so gray that it was chilling.

That is an extreme hate!

It was an extreme cold!

That is a kind of extreme resentment!

"I really want to pierce your heart to see if there is any warmth in it."

"I really want to dig out your forgotten memory and see if you really buried her, just like the bones at this moment..."

The woman sighed and said quietly, "Chen Mu, now you know why I hate you so much."