Qin Qianhuan listened carefully, his face showing no sign of sadness or joy, and said softly, "So this is the truth of the past."
Speaking of the second son of the Ji family’s family.
The old men were filled with anger and jealousy, their hands trembling as they held their canes, and they gritted their teeth as they counted their evil deeds.
"After the eldest son of the Ji family died, they immediately and shamelessly occupied all the land and shops, with a high-sounding reason, saying that Wuyou was still young and they were temporarily managing him. But after taking Ji Wuyou in, they didn't seem to treat him well. What we see every day is that silly child, who worked hard and took care of all the housework, but ate leftovers and slept in a leaky firewood house. They inherited such a huge fortune, even if they had a bit of kindness, they would not treat Ji Wuyou like this, alas."
"Everyone in the village couldn't stand it, so they said a few fair words. But the second daughter-in-law of the Ji family scolded them back, saying that it was their family matter. Ji Wuyou didn't say anything, so why should we, a bunch of outsiders, worry about it?"
"—But what can Ji Wuyou say? He is just an idiot. His parents were killed, his property was robbed, but he still treats his enemies as his relatives. He just laughs foolishly every day as long as he has enough food and drink."
"If it was just abuse, we wouldn't hate that family so much. The key is that they are so heartless and what they want is Ji Wuyou's life!"
Qin Qianhuan narrowed her eyes, and Ji Wuyou lowered his head even lower beside her.
All I could see was the thriving green grass that had broken through the ground under the rocks. The green was dull, and many memories gushed out like a flood.
The old man continued, "After Ji Wuyou died, the property was completely theirs. From what I heard, they didn't dare to poison the food, so they took Ji Wuyou to the river and tried to push him in more than once, but the child was lucky and didn't die even once. The couple was unwilling to give up, and even used candy to hint our child to help them kill people. What did the child know? He just thought he was helping Ji Wuyou take a bath, but he didn't know that the water in the pool was full of tangled water plants, and he would die if he fell in."
"However," the old man's voice became deeper, "Even in this situation, Ji Wuyou still didn't die. Maybe he really has a tough life."
The saying of having a hard life in the village is not a good omen. If your life is too hard, you will bring bad luck to others.
The old man continued, "The snake catcher in the village said that the Ji family couple once bought a poisonous snake from him. The couple were both afraid of snakes and did not like to eat snakes, so it is easy to imagine their purpose in buying it."
"But after more than ten years, Ji Wuyou is still alive. The Ji couple finally gave up and sold Ji Wuyou to a man-eating demon."
The old man sighed, "What a man-eating demon. When he entered our village, he was carrying a sack. Someone secretly knocked it over and found that it was full of human bones."
Speaking of this evil Taoist priest, the old man's eyes flickered, and he stopped talking without saying anything more.
After telling the Ji couple all the crimes, the old man felt relieved, but pretended to be pitiful. He sighed and said, "Wuyou... I'm afraid he has died a violent death. Alas, what a sin."
Qin Qianhuan really loves to hear this kind of story. She took off the relic from her wrist, played with it in her hand, counted it one by one, and her smile deepened. She said softly: "Although I don't have much friendship with Ji Wuyou, I can't just sit back and watch something like this happen to him. Old man, tell me, where do the Ji couple live?"
The old man was waiting for her to say this. He pointed to the east end of the village with his old, dry fingers and said, "That's the most impressive house. They plan to move to the county town soon."
Qin Qianhuan stood up and nodded: "Thank you, old man."
Watching her walk to the east end of the village alone, the old man was stunned: "Girl, are you alone?"
Qin Qianhuan nodded: "Yes."
Ji Wuyou followed her silently until the alley turned a corner and the wooden houses and tall trees blocked the view of the elderly and children, then he slowly appeared.
Wearing a black straw raincoat and a black hat, the whole person seems to be in darkness.
Qin Qianhuan smiled and said, "But you were so stupid when you were little, and you are not smart when you grow up."
Ji Wuyou didn't say anything. The wind was hot, but his heart was confused and cold.
As the facade of his childhood peeled off, he realized that all the things and people he had been recalling with such good intentions were... illusions.
Qin Qianhuan said, "You must have such a strong life to not die. I don't understand how you can be so cowardly and gullible after growing up in such an environment. Don't you have any hatred at all?"
When he was a child, he knew nothing, but he vaguely remembered that someone told him that his uncle and aunt were not good people and killed his parents, so he should run away as soon as possible, the farther the better.
But he didn't understand.
Come to think of it, being ignorant is also a sin.
Ji Wuyou opened his mouth and felt the pain in his throat being cut by the wind.
Qin Qianhuan said with a smile: "A cannibalistic cultivator came to this village. The Ji family couple sent you away. I think the whole village would be happy to see it."
My uncle and aunt said: Wuyou has spiritual roots and can become an immortal. We have found a master for you and let you learn from him. So he went.
It was late at night, the moon was round and red, and the wolves in the mountains kept howling for some reason. He looked back every few steps, only to find that after they sent him out, the door of the house was quickly closed, and dead leaves were flying around like paper money used in funerals.
There was no sound in the village, it was so quiet that it was scary.
He met his master at the village gate. He was carrying a big bag, bent over, and his eyes were like those of a poisonous snake in the mountains.
Ji Wuyou was very scared and called out to his master. The master smiled strangely, looked at him with satisfaction, wiped his saliva with his sleeve and said, "Let's go." Ji Wuyou nodded blankly, turned around, and vaguely saw that the windows of several houses were quietly opened a crack, revealing people's terrified and relieved eyes.
But at that time, and even for a long time, he felt that the villagers were seeing him off - they were reluctant to let him go.
As he approached the familiar courtyard, he could clearly hear his aunt's words through the wall.
"Hey, that rattan chair over there, I bought it imitating the rich people in the city. It's a thing for resting under the tree. It's so precious, we can't leave it behind. Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing standing there, Ji Laoer? Don't rest, move faster. Let's pack up quickly and move to the city, to a place where no one can find us - so that your sister who is like a leech and can't be shaken off can't ask for help."
"Ask someone for help? Ask who? You went to all that trouble to move house, making such a big noise, leaving clues for your blood-sucking sister? I finally married off that difficult sister-in-law, I don't want her to suffer in the future."
Wang, the second daughter-in-law of the Ji family, waved her handkerchief and gave various orders, but suddenly she heard a constant knock on the door. She frowned, cursed, and walked towards the door reluctantly.
Her hands were covered with calluses, but she wore colorful emerald bracelets, and her gray-brown nails were painted with marigold juice. When she opened the door and saw the person in front of her, her expression froze.
The one who knocked loudly on the door was the married sister-in-law of the Ji family. The two men in the Ji family were honest and henpecked, but the sister-in-law had a mean look on her face.
At this time, she smiled but her heart was not smiling: "Oh, sister-in-law is moving, where are you moving to, and you didn't even tell me. So you guys are going to take all of big brother's property, right?"
Wang said in a sly way, "What are you talking about? Do you have to listen to the news of moving? A daughter who is married off is like water spilled. You keep running back to your parents' home all day long. Aren't you getting annoyed?"
Aunt Ji laughed angrily: "You want to leave me with a clean record, I tell you, it's impossible!" She took a step forward and said aggressively: "I still have evidence of how I killed my elder brother and his wife, and how I killed that stupid nephew. At worst, I can tell everything and no one will benefit. What did I ask your family for? I gave you the fields and the store, and you just come here occasionally to ask for some money - are you so selfish that you can't tolerate me?"
Wang was so angry that her face hurt: "You want some money? You just want some money. I spent three years' money on your marriage!"
The second son of the Ji family heard the noise and walked out slowly. Seeing his wife and sister quarreling, he tried to persuade them hypocritically: "Why are you quarreling outside? Go inside and talk about it. What if others laugh at you?"
Aunt Ji sneered: "Oh, who are you showing this to? Who else in this village is willing to come to your door? Anyone with a discerning eye knows what you did, but they just can't find evidence. But I have it."
Wang wanted to tear the mouth of this little bitch apart. But the second son of the Ji family secretly gave her a look with an ambiguous meaning.
Wang was stunned, then turned her head away with understanding, snorted, but her fingers were clenched in hatred.
Ji Xiaogu had been using the evidence against them to suck their blood for two years, and she had succeeded every time. At this moment, she laughed triumphantly and walked towards the door.
He looked at the furnishings around him with jealous eyes, "I don't have any of these things at home, but you two are living a comfortable life."
She followed him into the woodshed, and after closing the door, she seemed to have another quarrel with Wang, but after just a few words she let out a scream of terror.
There was no sound after that. Blood splattered on the thin window, and then flowed to the door, slowly seeping out.
Separated by a wall.
Ji Wuyou and Qin Qianhuan saw the scene inside very clearly.
Ji Laoer hid a kitchen knife in his hand. While the two were arguing, he went around and chopped off Ji Xiaogu's head. Ji Xiaogu's eyes almost popped out, and her face was filled with endless pain and hatred. Wang couldn't help laughing, "You have been so arrogant for so long that even the Buddha would get angry. It's your fault for being greedy. You deserve it."
Qin Qianhuan turned the relic and said, "This is really a dog-eat-dog situation."
Ji Wuyou was stunned, watching the familiar and gentle person in his memory reveal such a real and ugly scene. Soon, he punched the wall.
The anger of being deceived and the hatred of my parents' death grew in my heart over such a long period of time.
"What are you going to do to them?"
Ji Wuyou was silent for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Let them go and accompany my parents."
Qin Qianhuan frowned.
At night, it started to rain in the village, and the weather was not very good. However, the couple of the Ji family was still afraid after killing someone, so they dismembered Ji Xiaogu's body and buried it in the ground, then dragged their two sleeping children and got on the carriage. They rushed to the city overnight. They breathed a sigh of relief when they were sitting in the carriage. Ji Laoer still looked honest and obedient, and no one would have thought that he had just hacked his own sister to death with a knife. Wang patted her chest, but was very angry: "I have disliked her for a long time. I'd rather move away and no one would recognize her, so I'll solve it all today."
"I should have killed her long ago. But at that time, the shop had some complicated procedures, and I was afraid of something going wrong, so I kept her. Your eldest brother married a good woman, and even after he died, he still thought of ways to torture us."
Ji Laoer said: "It will be easy once we enter the city."
Wang was very happy: "I finally sold the shop and the field, and got some money in exchange, which I put in the bank. With that money, we don't have to worry about the rest of our lives."
They were both lazy and brainless. It was useless for them to own the farmland and the shop. Because of the arrangement made by Madam Ji before her death, they had to wait for more than ten years before selling them all. Now they finally lost their temper. But before they could calm down, they suddenly felt the road shaking.
Wang was almost dizzy from the shaking. She lifted the curtain and looked out, only to find that the trees around her were becoming more and more dense, and the road was becoming more and more remote.
“Why are you looking back—” Wang angrily lifted the curtain and scolded the driver: “Are you blind or what? Where are you going—Ahhhh!!!”
It was a rainy night, the sky was dark and nothing mattered. Sitting in the carriage was a stiff body, with its head chopped off alive and half hanging on its shoulders!
Wang let out a heart-wrenching roar.
Ji Laoer came over to see, his pupils also shrank into a point, and he screamed.
At the same time, the horse ran faster and faster, the road became more shaky, and the branches became denser - straight ahead, towards the cliff.
The cliff where they killed Ji Wuyou's parents.
Wang wanted to jump off the car, but was held tightly by Ji Laoer, who was too scared to move. Wang was so anxious that she tried to bite the coward's hand with her teeth, but it was useless. She even turned around and saw a person standing on the high mountain peak, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, and his appearance was familiar to her.
Wang was stunned.
When the carriage fell off the cliff and she died with her bones shattered, a name lingered in her throat - Ji, Wu, You.
It was raining heavily at night. Qin Qianhuan said jokingly, "You finally killed someone."
Ji Wuyou looked at the purple demonic energy on his palm. He was a little dazed. He finally killed someone. How ridiculous, living in the world of cultivation, he was so old, but he only killed one person. No! Ji Wuyou was stunned, remembering that on the morning when the "master" disappeared, his palm seemed to have such purple color. Even because of this, his cultivation level advanced by leaps and bounds, and he was able to defeat so many people when he reached Yunxiao.
"I... ... ."
Qin Qianhuan said: "You are originally a demon, and your strength comes from killing. If you don't want to be a good person, I will let you do it. But now, you still have a lot of people to kill."
The relic on her wrist became brighter after being soaked in the rain. She curled her red lips and said flamboyantly, "For example, that village. Everyone in the village is hoping you'll die. They're not good people either."
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