Liu Wu said in a low and cold voice:

"When I ask, if yes, you will nod, if no, shake your head. If you answer truthfully, you can save your life. If you hide anything, you will die. Do you understand?"

The man nodded immediately.

Liu Wu asked:

"Are you the commander of the Clouded Leopard Battalion?"

The man nodded.

"Your name is Sun Weisha?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes and he nodded.

"Have you ever been to Chigong Ridge and Lijia Village, thirty-five miles north of here?"

nod.

"There is a poor scholar in the mountain valley at the east entrance of the village. Did you get the book you are reading from him?"

The man's eyes became more and more alarmed and he continued to nod.

"You killed him by yourself?"

This time the man's head shook like a willow in the wind.

"How many people kill him in total, you just nod your head how many times."

The man nodded slowly three times.

Liu Wu sneered and said:

"I always keep my word. If you hide something from me, I can't spare your life. It seems that you are seeking death?"

He shook his head like a willow in the strong wind, and there was a puddle of water under the willow.

When Wang Yun saw the puddle of water, he suddenly wanted to create a similar puddle, but he resisted.

Liu Wu frowned and whispered:

"I followed the traces here before tonight's night patrol. Li Village is already secluded. From Wayanguan Pass to the village, there are only one person and one horse. There are no traces of others. So, I ask you again, did you kill alone?

he?"

The man could not move or speak. He looked at Liu Wuqing's cold eyes for a moment, and finally nodded. Then, as if all the energy and energy in his body had been exhausted, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Liu Wu again.

Xiao Wangyun saw that the book on the case was yellowed, and his father stopped asking questions at this time. He picked up the book and looked through it, then closed it. He saw the three words "Tiger Swallow Jue" written on the cover. Xiao Wangyun wanted to read it.

Seeing clearly whether it was these three words and why this broken book could kill Mr. Lin, he suddenly felt his father shake a little. When he looked up, he saw that the lowered head of the man opposite had disappeared.

After rolling onto the table, the headless corpse lost its support and fell backwards, spraying blood all over the tent.

Xiao Wangyun finally endured it, closed his mouth and clamped his legs.

Liu Wu picked up the scroll and put it in his arms. He took out a piece of black cloth from his arms, wrapped the head under the case and tied it around his right waist. After thinking about it, he picked up the brush on the case, dipped it in blood, and wrote on the desk.

Four vigorous characters:

There is a right way to die

He turned his head to Wang Yun and said:

"go home."

He turned around and walked out of the tent, climbed over the city wall along the same path, then picked up the air control air again, and walked straight through the snow in the direction of Lijiacun.

Xiao Wangyun lay on his father's back, feeling the heat waves on his father's body wrapping around him. Only now did he understand that in such a cold weather, even the beasts with the thickest fur would seek potholes to avoid the cold. Why did he

Didn't you feel cold at all? This heat wave seemed to be the inner energy exuded by his father to protect himself! Along the way, he didn't bother to look at the scenery in mid-air, he just kept thinking about the experience of this day. The more he thought about it, the more he felt...

It’s so weird, I’m full of questions, I just hope to get home soon so I can ask them.

Not long after, Wang Yun could already see the entrance of the village in the distance, looking in the direction of Mr. Lin's house. Sure enough, his father landed at the east entrance of the village, took off his belt, and put Xiao Wang Yun down.

I just felt my feet were soft and numb, maybe because of nervousness, fear, and being tied to my father's back for a long time. In short, Xiao Wangyun first took off the mask and handed it to his father, then staggered away

After a few steps, he turned his back to his father, unbuttoned his pants, and couldn't wait to draw a magnificent splendid picture on the snow. Liu Wu waited for his son to finish packing, took him with his left hand, and continued to walk to Mr. Lin's house. At the same time, he was secretly thinking in his heart.

I admire this seven-year-old child. I just gave a few instructions, but I didn't expect that he could really restrain himself and didn't make any sound. Until now, he just followed me silently.

The wind and snow gradually weakened, leaving two sets of footprints, big and small, on the pure white ground.

A coffin has been set up in the courtyard of Mr. Lin's home. There is a coffin inside, an incense table in front of it, an incense burner, a lamp, a jar of wine and a wine bowl.

Patriarch Li Shouwang and fellow villagers Sanwu were keeping vigil around the stove. On a wooden table were two pots of wine, several bowls, dried meat and peanuts, which the villagers brought spontaneously. News of Mr. Lin’s death originally came in the afternoon.

, the patriarch Li Shouwang made a decision to wait until Liu Wu came back before making any plans, because Liu Wu was the only one in the village who could be called Mr. Lin's best friend. As a result, Liu Wu came back, stood for a long time, and just said to him

Eight words:

"Don't report it to the official, I will take revenge."

Then he left. The head of the Li family didn't know what happened, or why Mr. Lin, a talented man, met a violent end. Moreover, in this remote mountain village, even if he reported to the county magistrate, he had to ride on a horse.

For most of the day, he obeyed Liu Wu's arrangement and suppressed the matter in advance. First, he organized everyone to organize the funeral in front of him, set up a tent with stickers, set up the table and offered incense. He was busy until midnight, even the clan leader was pretty good.

He had a strong body, and he was very tired from busying around in the cold weather. It was already past three o'clock, and he was sighing about life in the mourning shed with several neighbors who came to help. When he looked up, he saw

Then Liu Wu walked into the courtyard with Wang Yun.

Normally children would not appear on such an occasion, not to mention it was already midnight, so everyone stood up to greet them. Liu Wu bowed to the clan leader and everyone, then entered the funeral shed, took two sticks of incense on the incense table and lit it.

, handed the Wangyun Pillar and said softly:

"Son, kneel down."

Xiao Wangyun held the incense in both hands and knelt in the middle. Liu Wu held the incense in front of his chest and said loudly:

"Brother Lin, when you and I met, we only lamented the impermanence of the world. Although we got along very well, now we are separated by yin and yang. Thinking of the past is still vivid in my mind, and my heart aches like a knife, but helpless ordinary people do not have the magic of resurrecting the dead.

Now I can only try my best to find out the real culprit, cut off his head, and present it to his soul. The murder will be avenged. May Brother Lin put an end to all the troubles in the world, and may my son and I have good luck here.

Congratulations to Brother Lin and wish you a speedy death!"

After saying that, he bowed three times, and Wang Yun kowtowed three times. The father and son put the incense on the incense burner. Liu Wu reached back and pulled off the package of human heads that was frozen like stone from his waist, but did not open it.

Placed it directly on the incense table, picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine, spilled it on the ground, poured another bowl, raised his head and drank it all. Putting down the wine bowl and looking back, a group of people, including the patriarch Li Shouwang,

All the neighbors stood on the spot, frightened speechless by these words and the package Liu Wu took out.

Liu Wu quickly walked up to the clan leader, helped him sit down with both hands, and called everyone to sit down. He also took Wang Yun and sat next to the clan leader. At this time, everyone slowly recovered, and the clan leader asked tremblingly:

"Lao Wu, what do you mean to say that Mr. Lin was framed, and you went back and forth, and then took revenge? You mean that the baggage in the case is... that is the harm

The head of the person who killed Mr. Lin?”

Everyone looked at Liu Wu in unison. Liu Wu looked around at the panicked Patriarch Li and the villagers, and said:

"Brother Li, everyone, let's be honest, this is exactly what it is. Although I am a reckless man, I also know that taking a human life can be regarded as a blood feud. I dare to ask everyone here, if Mr. Lin is a close relative of yours and suddenly suffers such a misfortune,

What should you do? I don’t think you have the ability to take revenge at that time. Even if you only know who the murderer is, jumping on him with bare hands and biting off a piece of his flesh can relieve the hatred in your heart, right? Mr. Lin and I are very fond of each other.

, we were not originally from the local area, and you all know that. We have been very happy with each other in the past few years, and we have been on good terms with each other. Now I cannot let him die tragically at home and suffer this unjust injustice. I am a vulgar person, and I understand that.

Even if you take revenge with your own hands, now that Brother Lin's great revenge has been avenged, I have solved a problem and have not ruined this friendship. If the clan leader and you feel that what I have done is inappropriate, I will go to see the official with you at dawn, without saying a word.

.”

After the conversation, Li Shouwang and several fellow villagers looked at each other a few times, and their emotions became much more stable. Li Shouwang said:

"Lao Wu, what you said is indeed reasonable! But don't mention anything about taking you to see the official. Since the founding of the Jingyang Dynasty, just after the troubled times, your whole family moved here. Although we treat you

We don’t know it in detail, but we can also see that you are an enthusiastic person and a good man who dares to do something. Who in this village has not received your help? Who has not received the fur animals sent by the Bull and the Monkey?

Meat? Is there anyone whose earthen vegetable cellar you didn’t help repair? From every incident, one can see a person’s inner character.”

All the villagers said yes together, expressing their agreement with what the patriarch said. Li Shouwang turned to several villagers and continued:

"You all listen up. Mr. Lin was a weak scholar. In my opinion, he was indifferent to fame and wealth, but he was killed here. Did you all see the fingerprints on Mr. Lin's chest when he was placed in the coffin?

We, a group of rural people who rely on these remote mountains to forage, should be able to see that it is a vicious Kung Fu that can kill people. Now the murderer has been killed by Lao Wu, I don’t care how he did it

, I don’t care which evil thief the dead head belongs to, I only know that this thing has been done to great satisfaction! You go back and go to every house for me. Even if today’s matter is over, let’s say to the outside world that Mr. Lin is infected.

He suffered a serious illness and died suddenly of vomiting blood. If any other information is leaked, don't say that I, Li Shouwang, am ungrateful and dishonest. Even if I am sorry for the ancestors of the Li family, I will get to the bottom of it!"

Everyone said yes, but they all said they would never say a word. Liu Wudao:

"Brother Watch, nothing can be left here. Only incineration can leave no trace."

Li Shouwang nodded. Liu Wu looked at the simple coffin and the thin-skinned coffin parked inside, and shook his head slightly. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked into the house. Wang Yun followed his father, and everyone else followed.

Entering the house, Liu Wu found out the pen and ink paper, spread it on the desk, dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote an elegiac couplet with black characters on the white paper.

First couplet: Mortal world is buried with immortal bones

Second couplet: Lin Sheng returns to Tianmen today

Completed in one breath, the force penetrated the back of the paper, and as soon as the inner breath came out, the ink was completely dry. The villagers came forward to take it, took it out and pasted it on the pillars on both sides of the mourning shed. Everyone lit incense together and saluted, saying goodbye to the person in the coffin. Then they took it and chopped firewood.
Chapter completed!