False evidence

Chapter 212 Unorthodox Methods
"Where did he go?" Yan Fengwei and the others asked at the same time.

"A staged accident!"

No sooner had I finished speaking than Jiang Budai rushed to the front of the lead car. As if he couldn't stop in time, he crashed headfirst into the front of the car, his head bleeding profusely.

Yan Fengwei asked me if I should go and negotiate.

I said no need, this Jiang Budai is quite a legendary figure in the martial arts world, this is nothing...

Before he could finish speaking, Meng Chao pointed to Jiang Budai, who was lying on the side of the road: "A small matter?"

"Depend on!"

I quickly called a few people out and carried Jiang Budai in.

Seeing his bruised and swollen face, Yan Fengwei was both amused and exasperated. "It's normal to bump into someone who's drunk on a rainy or snowy day... Is it really necessary to beat someone up like this?"

Jiang Budai grinned, his mouth swollen like a steamed bun: "I rushed over and cried 'Dad,' but the girl who died was dead!"

Mengniu rolled its eyes: "Serves them right, but that's way too harsh..."

Jiang Budai wiped the blood from his eyes. "That's about enough. If there's no blood, someone will die."

As they were talking, several filial sons from the cars in front and behind jumped out of their vehicles and rushed towards them.

"Isn't this over yet?" Yan Fengwei snapped, ripping off his coat. "Even if you're dead on the ground, you can't bully people like this!"

Seeing the aggressive manner of the newcomer, I was somewhat annoyed. However, a sudden thought struck me when I inadvertently saw a scene on the counter.

"All of you, stay inside!"

I said something in a deep voice, picked up the iron fan from the cabinet, and went out.

The snow was already quite heavy by then. Only after going outside could I see clearly that because Jiang Budai had suddenly appeared, at least three cars had been rear-ended. No wonder the other party was so angry.

"Fuck your mother..."

"Shut up!"

I first pointed at one person with my iron fan.

The man was taken aback by my imposing presence. "Who...who are you?"

I pointed at him with my iron fan, pushed him aside slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Let the head of the family speak to me!"

I wasn't sure what to expect at first, but when I arrived at my ancestral home, an old man in his early fifties, dressed in mourning clothes and being helped by others, came to me in a daze. Seeing his appearance, several fragmented images immediately flashed through my mind.

The old man was just sad. He came up to me, looked at me, and then shakily pointed at me, saying, "Give a gift to the person who helped me..."

"Thank you!"

I took the envelope from the person next to me, weighed it in my hand, and said, "It's too little!"

"Have you no shame?" a young man shouted angrily.

The elder of the family waved his hand again: "If it's not enough, just give me more... Let's live in peace..."

"no need!"

I coughed loudly at the old man to get his full attention, then took two steps back and pointed diagonally at funeral parlor number 4.

Before he could even speak, another middle-aged man impatiently said, "We've already found the right people and taken care of everything!"

I still pointed at Number 4 with the iron fan and said to the old man of the clan, "Old man, at this time you want to let the child get familiar with the Dao, right? Let me tell you, her ties to the mortal world are not severed. If you take her to Number 4 to handle things now, she can still live!"

"Fuck you..."

"I'll do it again..."

Several young people immediately started cursing.

I was getting annoyed and thought to myself, "This is so damn unnecessary."

However, at this moment, a sliver of sunlight suddenly appeared in the previously gloomy and snowy sky.

"It happened!"

I had just shouted "Oh no!" when a black umbrella suddenly flew out of the clinic, flew into the air, opened, and spun as it landed on the hearse.

I had originally intended to leave this matter to Xiao Shen and the others, but when the black umbrella flew onto the car roof, blocking the sunlight, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of heartache. "Go back!"

I yelled and pulled the lever to get into the hearse.

After crawling inside, it immediately spread its limbs and pounced on the crystal coffin, shaking its body violently.

"I'm sorry..."

Several young people saw this and refused to agree.

But before I could do anything, I used a clever trick to throw them one by one into the corner of the hearse. More people came up, and I couldn't handle them, so I simply let them punch and kick me, and eventually, with pulling and pressing, three or five people piled on top of the coffin like a human pyramid.

The old man under the car was nearly fainting, hopping mad as he asked, "What exactly do you want to do...?"

Inside the crystal coffin was a girl, no more than twenty years old, whose appearance—with makeup like that, was definitely not pretty.

But after we thrashed around in the car, the 'corpse' opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Then, through the glass, I saw her struggling and shaking her head inside.

"Get the hell out of here!"

I really didn't hold back this time. I used almost all my skills and kicked everyone off the bus in no time.

Finding the latch, he lifted the coffin lid, got out of the car, used his iron fan to block attacks from some people with one hand, and took out his phone with the other: "Hello! 120, Shuangshan Road, help!"

It was a terrible fight, not enjoyable at all, and very painful.

It's not physical pain, it's something else...

I can't quite explain it, but whenever I'm hitting someone or being hit, that old black umbrella always comes to mind.

The ambulance arrived and the girl was lifted from the coffin into the ambulance.

When the girl cried out for the first time in the ambulance, many people cried, and many even knelt down in front of us.

I helped the old woman up first. "She's just suffering from a stroke... she's in a state of suspended animation! She might have fallen asleep several times in the meantime! This is a special case, it has nothing to do with medical malpractice, hurry... take her to the hospital!"

After the commotion subsided, we returned to the pet store.

Gao and Lin Dan, wearing black vests, stared at us in a daze.

Unable to find a suitable object, I simply ran to Gao's car and took his water cup.

After rinsing it with clean water, I rinsed it with rainwater and snow, then went back inside and had someone kill a chicken.

"Kill the chicken? Just like that?" Meng Chao asked me, holding the chicken.

"Captain Gao, kill him! Put all the blood in this cup!"

When Gao He came out with a full cup of chicken blood, I immediately soaked the limp paper figure, except for its head, in it.

"Oh...it's so warm..."

The old woman's voice had been pleasant as she spoke earlier.

The man in the black vest's face showed emotion: "Mother..."

Receiving no response, he looked at me suspiciously again.

I said, "Mystical arts and numerology are beyond your understanding. For example..."

I pointed at Jiang Budai: "If he hadn't rushed blood to his head just now, your mother would be dead. You can pretend this is all a hoax, but when you actually talk to your mother on the phone, you'll know what the truth is."

Remember this: I saved your mother's life this time. From now on, whatever I ask, you answer. If you don't help me, I... I can make everything go back to normal.

The man in the black vest stared at me for a moment, then asked, "Can I call my mom?"

I looked at Gao He; he seemed to have answered several phone calls during this time.

After hanging up the phone, Gao He said to me with a conflicted look:

"Two things: First, that woman is alive! And... Jiang Guangmin's (in the black vest) mother was pulled out of the well... His wife, along with a man from this village... froze to death in bed!"

(End of this chapter)