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At night, Qi Ping was lying on the bed thinking about Mu Xiaoque's identity. This person seemed to want Yu Ruyi from the Qi family, but he didn't seem to care much.

There was neither torture nor coercion, and of course the tip of his tongue began to feel bitter when he thought of the bowl full of poison.

Just as he started to curse Mu Xiaoque again, the person in question leisurely opened the door and came in. Qi Ping stood up and looked, his eyes immediately filled with doubt and guard.

"The news of the Qi family's destruction has already spread, and those people just left," Mu Xiaoque stood at the door, dressed in black, "Would you like to visit the Qi family?"

Qi Ping gave Mu Xiaoque a gouged look again, and then nodded.

The two walked all the way to Qi's house, and the door of Qi's house was completely opened, shaking in the autumn wind.

Looking at Mu Xiaoque in front of him with his head held high, Qi Ping hurriedly ran a few steps, shrinking his neck and entering the spooky-looking Qi family mansion.

Compared with the noise at the door, the yard was extremely quiet, as if they had entered the belly of a gigantic monster, waiting for their fate to be digested bit by bit.

The cold wind blew Qi Ping's neck straight into his clothes, and after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back, and at the same time, his body kept sticking to Mu Xiaoque's body.

Mu Xiaoque was almost squeezed to the edge of her body, she couldn't help but looked back a few times.

In the end, it was unbearable, and he simply stood there and watched Qi Ping burrow into his arms with cold eyes.

"Why don't you keep going?" Qi Ping sighed comfortably until he felt the temperature from Mu Xiaoque's body.

He knew that his virtue must be very inappropriate now, so he didn't have the nerve to look at Mu Xiaoque, and stood in a stalemate with her in his arms for a while, before explaining in a low voice: "I'm a little scared."

Mu Xiaoque raised her head and looked coldly at the night sky, gave up her plan to check from room to room, picked up Qi Ping in her arms, and ran straight to the direction where the rotten smell came from.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger, and at the end it even choked his nose. Qi Ping raised his head to look at Mu Xiaoque, only to think that this person began to look pleasing to the eye again. He turned his head to look at the overturned and bulging soil, knowing that the burial place had arrived.

The autumn wind swirls and rolls up a field of leaves in the backyard, whistling and screaming.

Qi Ping got off Mu Xiaoque's body, bowed respectfully to those large and small bulges, turned around and took the initiative to pick up a shovel and start digging.

The soil only covered the corpse with a shallow layer, and even wriggling maggots could be seen emerging from the soil.

He suppressed the rolling in his stomach and shoveled away the soil. Although he warned himself to hold back, the moment he saw the corpse, he ran to the base of the wall and vomited it out.

Mu Xiaoque casually threw a handkerchief over, looked quite calm, and began to move the corpses out one by one.

This is indeed a large corpse pit, with at least 50 people, and the corpses moved out are arranged in a row, which looks even more shocking.

"Have these people been poisoned?" Qi Ping went over to look around, and saw that the lips of these corpses were obviously bruised.

Mu Xiaoque nodded, and said succinctly: "Poisoned, some of them were tortured before they died."

Qi Ping went over to look at the corpse that Mu Xiaoque focused on, and saw that the body of the deceased was covered with blood, and the skin was torn. Mu Xiaoque was picking out a long and thin needle from the inside and putting it on the handkerchief.

Qi Ping asked curiously: "What kind of needle is this?"

"This is the hidden weapon of Du Sanniang, the sewing needle," Qi Ping observed for a moment, it really looked like a sewing needle, with a small hole on it, and even a black thread left, but it was longer and thinner than a sewing needle.

After Qi Ping finished observing, Mu Xiaoque continued to explain: "After this kind of needle enters the body, it can control the direction of the whole silver needle in the body through the silk thread, and it is specially used for torture."

Qi Ping imagined the situation of the needle wandering through the body, and seeing the horrific appearance of the corpse, he couldn't help shivering.

"However, four years ago, Du Sanniang was besieged by righteous people, and she was killed in the end," Mu Xiaoque took out a paper bag from her bosom and opened it. Inside was another silver needle with a hanging thread.

Qi Ping lowered his head and compared carefully. The length, thickness, and hole size of the silver needles were all exactly the same, and even the texture of the silk thread remained unchanged.

Mu Xiaoque pushed his head away, raised his hand to the moonlight, and raised his chin at him. Qi Ping tilted his head and looked over, and saw a fox's head lightly engraved on the same position on the two needles.

"Resurrection of the dead?" Qi Ping had a solemn look on his brows, he shook his head and asked himself, and replied: "It's better to say that he might not have died in the first place, some of these righteous people have dirty identities!"

"It's really not clean," Mu Xiaoque quickly pulled off the corpse's clothes, maggots burrowed into the rotten flesh, "otherwise, why can we join forces with the Demonic Dao?"

Enduring his nausea, Qi Ping looked carefully, and there were distorted bluish-purple lines all over the heart of the corpse.

Mu Xiaoque explained: "Among them is the poison of "Hepatic Intestinal Severity" specially prepared by the Wuxing Sect of the Mo Dao. This poison will make life worse than death even in a coma."

"In order to force a confession, the magic way has already used all means?" Qi Ping's body was covered with goosebumps, and layers of cold sweat emerged from his back. Under the cold wind, he couldn't help shivering.

Mu Xiaoque stood up and looked at Qi Ping: "We have to leave, do you want to build a grave for your parents?"

"I don't know which one is my father, but I think this one is pretty similar." Qi Ping finally shook his head against Mu Xiaoque's puzzled expression: "Forget it, everyone is dead, and nothing can change it."

On the way back, Qi Ping waited for Mu Xiaoque to ask him, but it was as if he had no doubts in his heart, his face was still expressionless, and he didn't even give him a look.

On the contrary, Qi Ping himself was suffocated enough, took a deep breath and began to explain to the other party.

But as always, this person still had that expression of indifference, and even after hearing it, he was obviously not interested.

"I can leave at any time," Qi Ping stayed at the door of the room, staring at Mu Xiaoque and suddenly asked, "Or must I stay by your side?"

"Anything you want," Mu Xiaoque stopped, and rarely showed a little concern: "Just when you leave, you must disguise yourself, there are eyes staring at you in the dark, and don't bring danger to innocent people."

Qi Ping lay paralyzed on the door looking at Mu Xiaoque's back, feeling a little lost for a moment, he couldn't tell how he felt, it was obviously the best decision to leave this place and go back to the mountains to continue living in seclusion.

But while waiting for the other party's answer just now, he actually hoped to hear Mu Xiaoque say something that he must stay by his side.

...............

Early in the morning, Mu Xiaoque threw Qi Ping a veiled hat and went out to inquire about news.

After eating breakfast, Qi Ping was about to go out for a walk, when he saw the person who poured poison on him yesterday walking in front of him holding a tray, "My lord, I've taken the medicine."

Qi Ping stared at the two bowls of soup and medicine on the tray, until he almost stared at one of the bowls out of the hole, and then leaned over to smell it carefully.

Then he pointed at the bowl with a look of shock: "Yesterday you forced me to drink this thing?"

The man suppressed his smile so much that his face twisted slightly, he coughed and explained: "I only dared to send them here together after I got through today."

"Mu Xiaoque is like this," Qi Ping paused, and didn't say anything for a long time. After a long while, he sighed, "He is still quite gentle and hasn't changed."

Faced with that terrified expression, Qi Ping shook his head, not wanting to explain, he drank the medicine happily, and walked out of the gate of the stronghold with his hat on.

Nowadays, there are more and more rivers and lakes in the city, and the noise in the streets makes people irritated. No matter where they go, they can hear people talking about the disaster of the Qi family.

Qi's house was lively again, and there were many people coming and going. He walked around the courtyard and checked each room one by one.

I saw that the inside was in disarray, even the quilts were cut apart by the beds, and the cotton wadding was flying in all directions.

He walked around to a room, and before he stepped through the door, he heard the voice of conversation coming from inside, "Fuck, I searched all morning, but there is nothing of value."

Qi Ping took his steps lightly, walked to the door and scanned the inside quietly, and found that there were several people looking here and there, muttering and cursing at his mother.

Silently turned and left, Qi Ping stopped and bowed to the corpses in the coffins as he passed the coffins lying on the ground.

He felt a little hesitant and lost in his heart. If everyone was like those people who fished in troubled waters, he wondered if there would be anyone in this world who would seek justice for them?

At noon, Qi Ping went into the largest restaurant in Guanlan City—Beishan—to finish his lunch. The noise inside was really scary. He followed Xiao Er all the way to the second floor, and suddenly he saw a touch of red in the corner of his eyes.

Looking back, it turned out to be Mu Xiaoque. This person was wearing a brown-red coat today, and he was extremely eye-catching. Just sitting there, people couldn't look away.

"Young Master, Young Master," Xiao Er's call finally made Qi Ping look away, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Er standing on the steps waiting for him.

Seeing him turn around, the little girl smiled and waved upwards: "My lord, the second floor invites you."

Qi Ping nodded, and then glanced at Mu Xiaoque, who happened to be looking at him too.

Qi Ping quickly waved his hand slightly, and at the same time, Mu Xiaoque also waved to him, and the expression that had been cold for a long time seemed quite gentle at this moment.

Qi Ping's legs couldn't help trembling twice, suppressed his heart that was beating wildly, and smiled at the waiter in the shop: "I happened to meet a friend, you can lead me there."

"Just came back from Qi's house?" Mu Xiaoque asked Qi Ping casually, and then threw an ingot of broken silver at Xiaoer: "Add blessing bowls and chopsticks."

Qi Ping nodded: "I don't know who has collected the corpses of the Qi family, so they can be buried safely."

"Ham, besides our lady boss, who else has such a heart?" The waiter also sighed after hearing this, "To tell you the truth, our lady boss and this lady from the Qi family recognized each other a few years ago. Sister, two days ago we kept joking that we hadn't seen my aunt for several days, but we didn't expect such a tragedy to happen."

Seeing Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping listening attentively, the second child couldn't help talking: "We went this morning, it was really miserable, I don't know how many days my aunt has been dead, and now she doesn't even have a face. Some were illegible, and in the end we had to bury them all together."

Hearing someone calling him in the distance, the waiter greeted him impatiently, then turned his head and smiled apologetically at Mu Xiaoque and Qi Ping: "Both guests, the dishes and chopsticks will be here soon. There are so many people, I have to go elsewhere to say hello first."

After finishing speaking, he left reluctantly, obviously chatting a little bit more.

After listening to Xiaoer's words, Qi Ping felt a little uncomfortable. Although death is like a lamp being extinguished, no one would want to be someone else's talking point after death.

"When we went to see it last night, the body seemed to be vaguely recognizable," Mu Xiaoque thought while sipping tea, "It is estimated that people disturbed a lot this night."

The two of them pondered for a moment, and Mu Xiaoque suddenly turned to look at Qi Ping: "Why are you staring at me?"

Qi Ping was yelled at, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, and he became angry from embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about? Which eye of yours saw that I was staring at you?"

Mu Xiaoque moved her fingers on the table inadvertently, and suddenly there was an evil wind, and the black gauze floated gently from the side of Qi Ping's face.

The four eyes met for a while, Qi Ping's cheeks were flushed red, he quickly lowered his head to cover up and rubbed his eyes vigorously, he couldn't help but muttered in his heart, "Why is it so beautiful."