flapping wings

Qi Ping's arm supporting Mu Xiaoque's shoulder was trembling, he looked around in a daze, he no longer knew where they were going, fear rose from the bottom of his heart, this was the first time he really felt fear in such a long time.

Besides Zhou Mingwen, is there another wave of people?Those people have stronger wrists, and their arrangements are far superior to his. Looking at the overall situation, will they kill Zhou Mingwen when he is useless?

Now all the roads are completely blocked, and the enemy seems to be omnipotent. Let alone playing them around, even if it is easy to crush a martial arts master to death, it seems to be no problem, and they are so rampant that they hang their bodies in other people's homes doorstep.

"Queer," countless thoughts popped up in Qi Ping's mind, but one question was eroding most of his nerves, "Can we leave alive? I used to think that we would always be invincible when we were together. But now I'm not sure."

Mu Xiaoque hugged him and put him down, silently looking towards the end of the crowd, where Zhou Mingwen was still hanging, "I will keep you safe all the way."

"What about you?" Qi Ping asked while grabbing his arm, "Can you guarantee that you will be safe all the way?"

Mu Xiaoque was speechless for a moment, but still nodded firmly: "Yes, I have people everywhere."

"His grandma has legs, hurry up and reincarnate!"

There was a sound of cursing, and the crowd became commotion again, and some people kept raising their heads and swearing at the person in front of them who stepped on their shoulders and flew over.

"It's Xiao Muya," Mu Xiaoque said solemnly, and hurriedly pulled Qi Ping around the crowd, stepped on the stone wall on the side of the street, and landed in front of Zhou's house.

With a smile on the corner of Zhou Mingwen's mouth, he hung outside the gate of Zhou's house, his feet swaying with the wind, looking inexplicably peaceful.

Xiao Muya cried so much that he knelt on the ground unbearably, his voice was blown away by the wind, he wondered if Zhou Mingwen, who had walked into the distance, could still hear him, would he pause for this, and look back.

Qi Ping was concerned, if it wasn't too sad, who would want to expose his fragility and embarrassment to others, he lowered his head against Mu Xiaoque's back and stared at his toes, unable to bear to look any longer.

Mu Xiaoque's hand hanging by his side couldn't help curling up slightly, and for the first time, the emotion that had been harbored for more than twenty years grew in his heart, and he was afraid.

It's not that he's afraid that he will become the next Zhou Mingwen, he doesn't care about life and death, he's just afraid that Qi Ping will become the next Xiao Muya, kneeling beside another corpse named Mu Xiaoque and weeping bitterly.

"I have to live!" He thought, at least until the end of this matter, the two separated, watching Qi Ping running towards the future with a smile.

boom!

The door opened from the inside, and the children of the Zhou family poured out from the door, with unresolved panic in their expressions.

A group of people hurriedly lowered Zhou Mingwen's body and placed it neatly on the stretcher.

"Let's go and have a look," Mu Xiaoque took Qi Ping's hand and led him to the door, ignoring the silent warning from Zhou's family, he squatted on the ground to start the autopsy.

Qi Ping stared at Mu Xiaoque closely, and saw that the brows of the other party became more and more tightly wrinkled, almost into a word of Sichuan. His eyes followed the movements of Mu Xiaoque's fingers for a moment, and asked aloud: "What's the problem?"

Mu Xiaoque stood up solemnly, took the handkerchief Qi Ping handed over to wipe his hands, and led him to a distance before saying, "It's strange, Zhou Mingwen didn't have any fatal injuries on his body, not even a few traumatic injuries. One, and there is no sign of poisoning."

"Could it be that the fatal wound is a silver needle similar to that of the Demon Dao?" Qi Ping pondered: "If it is stuck in a certain acupuncture point on the body, it is indeed not easy to distinguish from the outside."

"It's possible, let's wait for Wu Zuo to do the autopsy," even though Mu Xiaoque said so, her eyebrows didn't relax.

Looking at the corpse in the distance, he couldn't help but have a weird guess when he thought of the faint smile, "What if Zhou Mingwen committed suicide? Although it is ruthless, it has to be said that because of his death, the Zhou family A crisis was indeed averted."

Qi Ping ran over to carry Xiao Muya who had fainted from crying, placed him properly in the corner, and squatted there busy for a while.

However, his mind was blank, as if he just wanted to find some work for himself to digest this unresolvable emotion.

Suddenly, he stopped holding the handkerchief, looked blankly at his flushed face, sighed dejectedly, and finally regained his senses.

Now all the clues are cut off, the people related to this matter are either missing or dead, and there is no way to find out about the anonymous reward.

Before they knew it, they had walked into a dead end, with no direction at all as to where to go next.

The only consolation is that I will spend more time with Mu Xiaoque, but I really don't know how much blood will be shed.

A gust of wind suddenly came to Qi Ping's ears, and before he could look back, the clanging of swords and swords rang out in the distance.

"Master, calm down!"

Mu Xiaoque landed in front of the door and took hold of the knife that Mrs. Heng hated to slash at Zhou Mingwen's body. She gently raised the knife and swept it away.

"Don't stop me!" Master Henghen was obviously irritated too much, the veins on his forehead were bulging, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "I can't let this wolf-hearted beast die so cheaply."

Mu Xiaoque clamped the knife that was swung again with her fingers, poured her true energy into her fingertips, exerted a little force, and with a click, the knife split in two.

Taking advantage of Heng Hen's master being stunned, he hurriedly explained: "The most important thing now is that we must know the cause of Zhou Mingwen's death before we can make a judgment. Master doesn't want Qi Wuji to die in vain, does he?"

Tears flowed down the cheeks of Mrs. Henghen, she rolled off the string of Buddhist beads on her wrist and threw them on the ground, and cursed from between her teeth, "I'd rather go to hell, and I'll behead him too! "

The moment the Buddha beads landed, the inner silk burst apart, and the beads scattered all over the ground, bouncing off the bluestone ground and rolling around.

Mu Xiaoque stared blankly at the beads all over the floor, then bent down to pick up one, the rosewood was ground into beads, the surface was shiny and smooth, I don't know how long it had been coiled.

Suddenly a small bump scratched his fingertips, he turned it over, and there was a word engraved on it, the font was so small that it was completely unreadable in the dark.

He walked into the sunlight, squinted his eyes for a moment, and suddenly his whole body shook: "Master, who gave this to you?"

Qi Ping heard that Mu Xiaoque's tone was a bit abnormal, and the hand picking up the bead couldn't help but paused. He picked up a Buddhist bead from the handkerchief to observe, and leaned over and whispered: "The master's family name is Zhou Qing."

"I know," Mu Xiaoque nodded: "But entering the Buddhist gate means abandoning the mundane world, let alone mentioning the names of lay people, why are they still engraved on the beads? It must be given by someone."

"Master, I'm sorry, don't blame Que'er, it's not that he doubts that you don't care about the Buddha." Qi Ping scratched his short hair, which was already somewhat disheveled, and put it between the two of them: "This prayer bead must have been given by my father?"

"Hu Yu!" Master Heng Hen gave Qi Ping an angry look, which made him tremble all over in fright, and backed away involuntarily.

Seeing this, Mrs. Henghen closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't get out the breath stuck in her chest. She was really annoyed, it was resentment, she hated herself, she should have figured out this knot earlier.

Twenty years ago, the mistress of the family died of illness suddenly, causing the position of the head of the family to be vacant. Zhou Mingde and Zhou Mingwu secretly competed for this position for a long time.

It was at that time that Zhou Mingde proposed marriage to her in order to gain the support of his grandfather, but at that time he was very playful and had a tough temper. I educated her and said she was ignorant.

She didn't take it seriously at first, but she didn't expect that a few days later, she would be tied into a den of thieves and humiliated by a wicked man with a scar, and she almost died.

After escaping back, her grandfather suspected her of ruining her reputation, begged Zhou Mingde to cover up all rumors, and then ruthlessly drove her out of Zhou's house. Fortunately, she was taken care of and loved by Qi Wuji.

Thinking about it now, at that time Zhou Mingwen had a deep affection for Zhou Mingde and defended him in every possible way, but she humiliated Zhou Mingde in public, how could it be just a matter of scolding?

I was really stupid, so stupid that my enemy was right in front of me, but I didn't know it, and I even talked with him at night by candlelight, and accepted the prayer beads.

Scenes of joys and sorrows resurfaced, chaotically intertwined, but thinking of Qi Ping in front of her eyes, she forced herself to suppress her emotions.

Qi Ping saw that Mrs. Heng Hen closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, and when she opened her eyes again, she was no longer as angry as before.

She stared deeply at the corpse on the ground for a moment, and said calmly, "It was Zhou Mingwen who gave it to me two days ago. It was in vain that I thought I had a deep relationship with him."

Qi Ping bowed to Master Henghen, but there were countless thoughts in his mind. When he recalled the word love and righteousness, the Buddhist beads on his fingertips seemed to be faintly hot. .

His senior brother Wei Yanzhi once made a mahogany bracelet, and it took two years to make it, but it was not worth half of this one.

What did Zhou Mingwen mean by sending this string of beads?

He has obviously prepared this gift for many years, and he may even carry it close to him. If he really attaches so much importance to Master Henghen, then why did he commit such a taboo in Buddhism.

Qi Ping looked at Mu Xiaoque, and saw that this person was standing firmly in place, obviously lost in thought.

He wrapped the Buddhist beads in the veil and looked around, but found nothing, most of them had already rolled into the cracks.

Qi Ping sighed, feeling a little regretful in his heart, a broken mirror is hard to make up, and the world is the most reasonable.

Pulling Mu Xiaoque to Xiao Muya's side, Qi Ping suddenly felt that Zhou Mingwen was really nothing, other people's hearts were pretending to be passionate, he was pretending to be a chessboard, and everyone was just chess pieces at his fingertips.

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

Now there are more and more people crowding in front of Zhou's house. They pushed and shoved, and there was a lot of real fire. Several waves of people almost started fighting.

But no one among them was willing to leave. Although Zhou Mingwen was dead, Zhou Mingde was still there. Everyone wanted an explanation about Beishan Inn, Yiscar villain and Yu Ruyi.

Before keeping everyone waiting for too long, Zhou Mingde came out of the door in a hurry, his eyes were red, he probably cried a lot, and at the same time, he suppressed great pain on his face.

His eyes only stayed on Zhou Mingwen's corpse for a moment, and he couldn't bear to look any more, and bowed and bowed: "I just heard about my younger brother, and many things are not clear, please give me some time, when the time comes I will give everyone a satisfactory explanation.”

"You don't know about your brother? You can't treat us as three-year-olds!"

"I don't know anything else, you should know if your family Yu Ruyi is still there, right?"

……

Because of the ambiguous words at the scene, there was an explosion of tongues. Qi Ping looked at Zhou Mingde who had not said a word since then, and felt that his words were too confusing.

It is well known that the silver mask sneaked into Zhou's house, and the disappearance of Yu Ruyi has almost spread throughout the Jianghu. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a house thief, so is Yu Ruyi still there?

"Que'er, is Zhou Mingde out of his mind this week?" Qi Ping leaned on Mu Xiaoque, "Is he here to make trouble?"

"Zhou Mingde is very tactful, but he hasn't managed the Zhou family for several years, so it's normal not to know."

Qi Ping and the two turned their heads to look at Xiao Muya who suddenly spoke, then glanced at each other, and consciously gathered around him again, "Uncle Xiao, what's going on? Can you tell us?"

After listening to Xiao Muya's words, Qi Ping suddenly thought of his own kung fu, the four major families all practiced Yin Yang Wuxiang magic kung fu, does master know about such a big drawback?

His back stiffened, and inspiration suddenly flashed in his head. He turned his head and looked to the side, and happened to meet Mu Xiaoque's thoughtful eyes, and he said in a low voice, "Que'er, do you still remember the man in the ground? Very similar."

"I'm thinking about that too," Mu Xiaoque nodded. "The old man's eyes are red. The first time we met Zhou Mingwen was when we saved Xiaobao. His eyes were also red."

"After the goodbye, he returned to normal. I have observed him many times. If the person in the dungeon is indeed a member of the four major families, it seems that the four major families may have been tricked now."

Qi Ping held Mu Xiaoque's sleeve tightly with his cold hands, and for a moment he was at war between heaven and man, then he leaned into Mu Xiaoque's ear and whispered: "My master's surname is Wei, Que'er, if he has that formula, right? Is it like pinching the throats of the four families? Zhou Mingwen is dead now, is it because of him?"

Mu Xiaoque pushed aside Qi Ping's clenched fingers, led him aside, and took out a red rag from his bosom.

It was the day when Qi Ping was kidnapped, the mysterious man shot an arrow into his guest room, and Mu Xiaoque whispered: "Look at the clear characters."

"People who help us every time!"

Mu Xiaoque nodded, hugged the trembling Qi Ping to her front, lowered her head and whispered in his ear: "This should be a reminder from Zhou Mingwen. Now it seems that we are still on his chessboard. Be careful, don't panic, he should have no ill intentions towards us."

In a trance, Qi Ping trembled in shock from a miserable howl, his heart suddenly panicked, he regained his senses in an instant, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

A ragged woman staggered to the front of Zhou's house with a young child in her arms, plopped and knelt down facing Zhou Mingde.

Amidst the children's cries, the woman grabbed the ground with her head and complained bloodily: "I am Qi Wuji's wife in Guanlan City. On the day when the incident happened, I saw with my own eyes that bastard Qi Ping slaughtered her in the name of celebrating his birthday." More than [-] people in my Qi family died, but fortunately God has eyes, so that my mother and child will not die, and after a long journey to this point, if you dare to coax me with a word, I will be struck by lightning and die!"