I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Zhong Ling was quite moved when he heard his confession over and over again.He moved in his arms, wanting to tell him the culprit of his father's sudden death.

"I've heard about your father. But he sank with the cargo ship, and in that kind of fast-flowing place, it's impossible to salvage it, and... there's no way to investigate it."

Zhong Ling paused for a moment. There were people in the caravan who survived. As long as they were asked one by one, how could there be no way to investigate?

But Hong Zhen seemed to be afraid that he would continue pestering him any longer, so he held his bony shoulders and said:

"Lingling, listen to me, this incident can only be an accident. If you want to live a peaceful life, don't go to the Yamen to make trouble. Otherwise, if you alarm the people in the capital, my father can't protect you."

But from the beginning to the end, Father Hong never protected him.So is the beheading, and so is treating him as a lunatic.

Zhong Ling finally understood what he meant. This person told him that with his current state, it was best not to offend anyone.After all, it is definitely not a small person who can cause half a caravan to die in a high-sounding accident.

But what is a person like him afraid of?What else has he to lose?

He raised his hand abruptly, and opened his mouth to bite the bandage covering his ugly wrist. Because he couldn't control his strength, he accidentally tore off a piece of flesh.

He wanted to say that it was because he was disabled that his father went into business.If he hadn't lost two hands, his father would not have suffered such a disaster.

He frantically bit the bandage, and the pitted wound with new flesh was revealed. He held it up to Hong Zhen's eyes, it was purple-red, dead flesh without blood flow.

He hated himself, and hated his own hand even more, so he bit the ugly wound like self-harm, and blood gushed out all at once.

Hong Zhen quickly hugged him, imprisoned his wrist, and locked his whole body in his arms.

"Don't be like this... Lingling, don't be like this, if you hurt yourself like this, my heart will die of pain."

Hong Zhen didn't understand what pain was at all, and he had never experienced what it was like to die from pain.He has never been in pain, but he was just pricked by a needle, and he thought it was Mount Tai.In fact, he couldn't empathize with Zhong Ling at all.

Zhong Ling didn't cry, his tears had been shed long ago.He just hates himself.

Hong Zhen kept comforting him, but those comforting words were the last pair of hands that pushed Zhong Ling to hell.

"I know, they gave you a heavy sentence. If you find a better lawyer, your crime will not be enough to kill you."

Your sin will not be enough to cut off your hand.

Zhong Ling froze there, the reason why Hong Zhen was kind to him was not trust, but charity.

He still felt that he killed the child.

At this point, the only light remaining in the eyes finally disappeared, leaving only a pool of darkness, overflowing with boundless despair and resentment.

That night Hong Zhen slept with Zhong Ling in his arms, and he said tenderly, "Ling Ling, I haven't hugged you for a long time, let me hug you."

Zhong Ling did not refuse.

Hong Zhen was very happy, he thought that Zhong Ling really calmed down after listening to his words, and no longer held on to his father's death.

But upon waking up the next morning, at first glance, he realized he was wrong.

Because Zhong Ling was gone.

It snowed all night last night, and the sky and the earth were vast and pale.

He sat on the bed in a daze, his heart flustered like a thousand horses running loose, he came back to his senses after a while, and hurriedly took people out to look for it.When they were finally found, Zhong Ling's body was already stiff.

He knelt at the main gate of the county magistrate's office, and on the ground in front of him was a bloody "injustice" that he had scratched out with his forehead.

Her small body curled up in front of the bloody word like an ant, even if she exhausted all her strength, it would be a painless itch for a human being.

Hong Zhen staggered to his knees as if he had been hacked by a knife.

He stared at the bloody "injustice", and then suddenly realized something, as if a bone was stuck in his throat, and after a long, long time, he squeezed out two words:

"Squeezed."

The entourage buried Zhong Ling in the back mountain. There was no inscription on the tombstone, but in front of the palm-sized tomb, there was always an inkstone and a pen, as if waiting for someone to write with ink, or someone to whisper .

In a trance, I seemed to hear someone whispering, but after listening carefully, it was just a joke.

At this point, Zhong Ling's story came to an end. The last scene of Bai Yan's painting, stopped on the cobwebbed inkstone in front of the grave, was covered with layers of dust, very much like Zhong Ling's life.

The milky white smoke dissipated little by little, and no one spoke, just stood quietly.

Zhong Ling's tragedy is inevitable, since he fell in love with Hong Zhen.

Duan Wuji stared at the last lingering smoke tail, and pulled his attention out of his contemplation a little.

"Zhong Ling's father, you were the one who killed him, right?"

He asked Mrs. Sun.

Sun flinched, but did not deny it.

Duan Wuji raised his eyes, stopped on Sun's body coldly, and said, "You really deserved what you did for what happened."

But Mrs. Sun stood up abruptly, rushed to the railing of the cell door and screamed, "What's wrong with me!"

"I just fell in love with Zhenlang and wanted to marry him and have children. I just did what all women in the world would do. What's wrong with me!"

No one spoke, everyone just looked at her coldly, feeling both ridiculous and sad.

"Why do you look at me like this? I am the daughter of Shangshu, why do you look at me like this!"

"Do you think that you are just... have you done nothing wrong? Have you never wronged others in your life? You just look more noble than me. What is there to be proud of!"

"What are you here for? To uphold justice? To vindicate the injustice? All right! Then go and sue Hong Zhen! My father was wronged, and he did not rebel. It was Hong Zhen who framed him! Go!"

He beat the wall for a while, and frantically grabbed the door for a while, yelling regardless of his image, completely lacking in the manners of a lady.

"It was my father who asked someone to blow up the merchant ship, so what? The people on that ship are all untouchables! What a pity to be born as lowly bastards! Even if you sue the emperor, he will not convict us!"

"Who dares to punish me? My father is Master Shangshu, who dares!"

She screamed like a madman, and no one seemed to be able to control it, until the yamen servant roared:

"Even if you break your throat, you will die tomorrow!"

It was as if the machine she was running had lost a part and broke apart.His legs leaned against the cell door limply, tears streaming down his face, and his voice became hoarse due to excessive roaring:

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

"My lord, I don't want to die... Help me, please save me, as long as you can save me, I can do anything! Please, I really don't want to die!"

Zhao Wenju looked at her condescendingly, with no resentment in his eyes, let alone compassion, the face of this parent official who took it as his mission to revitalize the common people was actually indifferent.

"The case of Zhong Ling was overturned by my master. He has already informed the emperor that your punishment was handed down by the emperor himself."

As if her bones had been taken out, Mrs. Sun suddenly slumped on the ground.

"How is it possible...my father is the emperor's most important courtier, and he will be promoted to be a minister soon! How could this be...the emperor can't be so cruel, it's impossible!"

Zhao Wen's eyes turned cold, and he said:

"The emperor is a wise ruler who loves the people like his own son, so naturally he will not tolerate the sycophants who harm the people. Even if he did not rebel, he bribed the killer and harmed the people, and dozens of lives were stained on him. For this crime alone, he will definitely die."

Mrs. Sun was heartbroken at first, but when she heard the other party's words, she suddenly caught a glimpse of life, "In other words, it was my father who died, not me, right! That's right, Zhong Ling died by himself, and you didn't The evidence proves that I have something to do with his father's death, so I'm not guilty, right!"

Father Zhong's merchant ship was tampered with by her, but all those people died on board, and there is no proof of death.

Zhong Ling's hand was chopped off by Hong Zhen's father. Even if her father put pressure on him, the crime would not fall on her.

The death of Zhong's father was because she begged him to find a killer, and finally faked it as a sinking boat in the river.But she wasn't the one who did it, and it wasn't her who ordered it, so she could get out of her shell.

If the procedures of the law were really strictly followed, even if she was the one who framed the Zhong family in the first place, the current evidence really does not have a way to punish the Sun family.but--

"However, now that Shangshu Sun has committed the crime of treason, as a son of man, you naturally cannot escape death."

With a bang, Mrs. Sun slumped back again, as if the tall building built in her heart collapsed in an instant.

"How... how..."

She sat in a daze, her fingers dug into the ground, and the gravel pierced through the nails, and blood flowed out, but she didn't seem to notice.

After a while, she rolled and crawled, and cried like before:

"Zhenlang! Zhenlang, go and tell your lord that my father has no intention of treason, that you framed him, that you put the dragon robe in his house, and that he has no ambiguity towards the emperor!"

Hong Zhen sat motionless on the spot, like a rock where the dust settled.Such a pitiful begging would move everyone, but Hong Zhen's eyes were full of ice.

After a long while, the lips that were as thin as a blade moved, and said:

"I waited ten years."

From the moment Zhong Ling died unjustly, he began to plan how to take revenge on the father and daughter together, how to make them suffer thousands of times and thousands of times of punishment, and have no chance of turning over in their lives.

He endured the humiliation and returned to the capital as if nothing had happened, always looking for opportunities in secret.It took him ten years to find a gap and succeed in one fell swoop. At this last moment, he couldn't destroy the city wall himself.

"I will never let anyone who harmed him happen."

After a pause, he added, "Including myself."

"call--"

Suddenly, a dark wind blew up in the prison, shuttling through the narrow and long corridors, like a howling ghost by the river, wrapped in the damp and cold air of February, almost tearing the soul apart.