The end of the day [unlimited flow]

In an instant, Fang Zhiyou woke up.

If there is no accident, the reason why Huang Tai's house was burned was because of the grave-digging, and the grave-digging was brought up by himself...

So, in the final analysis, he died because of himself...

Seeing his face turn pale, Zhu Liang naturally guessed what he was thinking, so he said, "It's none of your business."

At this time, Fang Zhiyou always felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, and the thick black smoke smoked him from the inside out, choking him until he was suffocated.

It's true that he has a cold personality, and he can't invest much emotion in people who are not related to him, but once he is involved, it is inextricably linked.

What you sow, you will bear the fruit.

But now it seems that the cause he planted always has to be borne by others.

Huang Tai is, and so is Jiang Fan.

So the so-called guilt, the so-called sense of frustration, like a runaway wild horse, trampled on his chest recklessly, torturing his conscience.

The more calm the face is, the more earth-shaking changes are taking place in the heart.

He still smiled as usual, "I know."

Zhu Liang sighed, "Don't you feel guilty for lying at this time?"

"Brother Liang." Lin Rang called weakly, "This kind of situation should be called being brave."

"Go, go, little brat." Fang Zhiyou rolled his eyes, "How good is your composition, and you're still picking on your Brother Liang's language problem."

Lin Rang replied proudly with his hands on his hips, "I can get 54 out of [-]."

"The remaining six points are not points?" Unexpectedly, Fang Zhi sneered, "Read more about the perfect score composition."

"..." Lin asked the little classmate to silently put down the hands that were originally on his waist.

Zhu Liang also had nothing to do with him, so he could only ask, "Would you like to take a look?"

"Is breakfast ready?" However, Fang Zhi was concerned about another question.

So the two of them waited for him to wash up slowly, and then they had a leisurely breakfast together before heading towards Huang Tai's house.

Along the way, many villagers were whispering, but there was no trace of pity in their obedient words.

Suddenly, Fang Zhiyou thought, if there is no custom of heavy guests in this village, I am afraid that something bad will happen to my group.

But, why on earth did he have the heart to kill Huang Tai and was unwilling to give up a corpse to find out the truth?

"Brother Fang." Lin Rang shouted suddenly.

"Huh?" Fang Zhiyou came back to his senses, turned around and answered.

Lin Rang hesitated for a while, and then continued: "I always feel that you are not energetic these days, and you have spoken a lot less."

Talk less?Fang Zhi raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, people who will go to serve in the army always have a passion in their hearts.

A few days ago, he felt that he could live his life slowly in the future without rushing around or running around.

But Huang Tai's death gave him a blow to the head.

"What do you know? This is called depth." Fang Zhiyou stroked the broken hair on his forehead while speaking.

Let's talk about retirement later.

The environment determines the state of mind. You should be tight or not loose.

"I thought it was because you and Brother Zhu Liang slept in separate rooms." Lin Rang touched his head and smiled.

"..." Fang Zhiyou was stunned, and then carefully looked at Zhu Liang's expression, but his expression was calm.

Fang Zhiyou frowned and said angrily, "You really think a lot as a minor?"

Lin Rang looked aggrieved, "I didn't say it was that kind of thing, don't you have 300 taels of silver here?"

"..." Fang Zhiyou couldn't help covering his face, being lazy was really bad for his brain, and he fell into the trap of a brat.

At this time, Zhu Liang coughed twice and said, "It's just ahead."

Sure enough, there was a lot of burning smell in the air.

After turning another corner, the vision suddenly became clear, the alley had come to the end, and a large group of people surrounded the burnt black wooden house in front.

Everyone had different expressions. The turbaned man I saw on the mountain earlier was hitting a woman with disheveled hair with his fists.

After approaching, the three people were able to see clearly that the woman was Mrs. Wang.

Her complexion was a little yellow, her bones were bony, her eyes were sunken, and she still held an extinguished torch in her hand.

The man was merciless, and he grabbed her by the collar while crying, "Did he kill your man? Why should he lose his life?"

Sister-in-law Wang had been beaten so badly that she was about to faint, and the nosebleed flowed to her chin and soaked the front of her neck along her neck.Her mouth opened and closed, as if she was talking, but she never made a sound.

The people around him just watched with cold eyes.It is not only ignoring the bleeding woman in front of her eyes, but also ignoring the scorched man in the house.

Fortunately, the man in the turban had already retracted his fists, and he didn't intend to use any more violence. He shook Mrs. Wang viciously and walked away from the crowd without looking back.

It wasn't until he could no longer see his back that there were whispers in the crowd, "I really can't help it, I can't help it..."

In this kind of place, there is no rain when there is a fire, so in the dark night, we can only let a lonely wooden house standing far away from the river bank burn.

No one put out the fire, no one saved people...

"The people in this village are really strange." Lin Rang touched the goose bumps on his hands and said with emotion.

Fang Zhi nodded, turned around and walked back, and walked through the alley again.

"Are you going back now?" Lin Rang asked.

"It's still early, let's go for a stroll." Fang Zhiyou replied while looking around.

In this small village, what are the deadly poisons, rat poison?pesticide?But this should all have a taste, Lao Wang died in the middle of the night, if it was force-fed, how did the prisoner enter his house.

Speaking of...

"The first night we came here." Fang Zhiyou suddenly stopped, "Two people were washing things by the river."

"Ah?" Lin Rang was puzzled, "Washing clothes?"

Fang Zhiyou recalled it carefully, then shook his head, "It's not washing clothes, it might be washing dishes, that voice sounds very crisp..."

"You think they have something to do with these things?" Zhu Liang asked.

Fang Zhiyou touched his chin, "It's hard to say, I just find it strange."

At present, we only know that Old Wang was poisoned to death, but those who died before him cannot be determined, but we don't know what kind of poison was poisoned, where the poison came from, and who injected it.

"I'm thinking, maybe this series of deaths didn't start half a year ago, but five years ago." Fang Zhiyou said again.

Zhu Liang immediately understood, "You mean Aunt Li's husband?"

"Ah?" Classmate Lin Rang was confused, "What does it have to do with Aunt Li's husband?"

Fang Zhiyou sneered, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you think well just now?"

"Fang...Brother Fang." However, something was wrong with Lin Rang's expression.

Even Zhu Liang frowned, staring straight at himself, with a rare hint of panic in his expression, "You..."

Fang Zhi was puzzled, but seemed to feel something. He touched his nose subconsciously, and his fingertips were immediately stained with scarlet. The next moment, he felt dizzy, accompanied by bursts of severe pain. He almost instinctively Stretching out his hand, there was already darkness in front of his eyes, and after being held back by someone, he was no longer unconscious.

If you die, you will be able to see Jiang Fan.

But, Zhu Liang... He probably still has something to say to himself...

Suddenly there was a strong sense of weightlessness, and I knew I woke up from the bed.

Zhu Liang, who was napping on the bedside, was also taken aback by him. Seeing that he woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked softly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Fang Zhiyou looked at him faintly, "Yes."

Hearing this, Zhu Liang hurriedly stood up, "Where?"

"I didn't wait for your explanation, I will die with peace." Fang Zhiyou continued.

"..." Mentioning this, Zhu Liang unconsciously turned his eyes away, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "You can't die."

"Why." Fang Zhi raised an eyebrow.

"Because." Zhu Liang still hesitated for a while, "Jiang Fan is still alive."