fairy family

Chapter 20: Little beast, I am not strong yet

When the people outside were about to break down the door, Yu Que took the initiative to open the door and appeared in front of everyone.

This made the noisy crowd outside the house quiet down for a moment.

Yu Que smiled and greeted everyone:

"Meet Uncle Six, Uncle Nine, and Uncle Eleven. I am really sorry to bother you all tonight."

The people blocking the door of Yu Que's house were none other than the elders of the Fu clan who had gotten up late at night. In addition, there was also a group of young and strong men in the clan, holding swords and guns in their hands.

When several elders saw Yu Yuque, they looked unhappy.

Although the incident happened to Yu Que's family, they were blocked outside the door for a long time. These people still thought that Yu Que was too ignorant of the rules and had no manners.

But after seeing Yu Que with their own eyes, the expressions on the faces of these three people stiffened slightly, and then they put away their unhappiness and chuckled a few times.

Fu Shiyi also took the initiative to pat Yu Que on the shoulder:

"You've been really tired tonight. Look at your pale face, like a ghost. Have a good rest. We old guys will be here next."

"In that case, please, three uncles."

Yu Que did not say anything polite and did not try to stop them. He stepped aside and let them go into the room to capture the flower-beating woman.

When they walked into the room, the elders of the Fu family saw the flower-beating woman hanging on the roof like a dead pig, and their eyelids twitched.

Especially when they saw the flower-beating woman's distraught expression and the half basin of blood, even though some of them considered themselves elders, they couldn't help but gasp.

"What a cruel method!" They couldn't help but glance at Yu Que.

At this time, Yu Que was smiling and talking to his uncle and aunt who had also caught up.

If it weren't for the strong smell of blood on his body and the bright red of his robe, others would not be able to tell from his expression that he had just tortured someone inhumanely.

After a while, the flower-beating woman was carried out of the room by several Fu family elders like a pig, and hurried to the ancestral hall of the Fu clan.

These few were just here to run errands. Right now, the powerful figures in the clan were waiting in the ancestral hall to interrogate the flower-beating woman.

"I deserve to die, I really deserve to die..." The flower-picking woman kept muttering to herself along the way, as if she had gone mad.

As for the neighbors in the building where Yu Que lived, when they saw the tragic scene of the flower-beating woman, they not only did not feel horrified, but instead they felt very happy and wanted to kick her a few more times.

"Good! Damn human traffickers!"

"Well done! In my opinion, this woman should be beaten to death on the spot."

Everyone surrounded the woman patting the flowers and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

But when they were halfway there, Yu Que from the crowd suddenly changed direction and ran in the opposite direction towards a certain place in the tribe.

Others noticed his actions and immediately shouted:

"The ancestral hall is not over there!"

"I know. There is another person who also has to go to the ancestral hall." Yu Que said calmly without even turning his head.

When the three uncles of the Fu family saw this, they frowned and discussed for a while. Instead of stopping Yu Que, they sent out a man with gray energy surging on his body, who also ran after Yu Que.

Just three quarters of an hour later.

The Fujian ancestral hall with flying eaves and brackets was surrounded by three inner and three outer layers.

It was dark now, and most people had already finished their dinner, but it was still early in the evening.

It was the least busy time for the clan members, so apart from the building where Yu Que's family lived, other members of the Fu family also rushed over to watch the fun.

"Beggar, beggar, poor and broke, begging for food!"

Outside the ancestral hall, there were children singing a makeshift nursery rhyme: "You hit me and I hit you, let's beat the beggar to death."

But unlike the laughter outside the ancestral hall, the atmosphere inside the hall was somewhat heavy.

Paihua Pozi and Xiao Fuyuan arrived at the ancestral hall more than a quarter of an hour earlier and were questioned by the people in the hall.

The woman had been tortured by Yu Que, so now the Fu clan members didn't need to put in any effort, and she told them everything. After being comforted by his parents and sister, little Fu Yuan was also emotionally stable, and told them everything that happened today.

It can be said that what happened tonight has almost been revealed, and we just need to find someone else to confront the matter.

Everyone in the ancestral hall was waiting with gloomy faces.

Suddenly, there was a bang!

There was a thin figure groaning as he was picked up from outside the ancestral hall and thrown directly into the hall.

Everyone in the ancestral hall looked over and immediately started talking among themselves, "It's Uncle Seventeen's child."

"Little Seventeen is here."

"It seems that she was captured by Yu Que. No wonder he had to lock the old woman in the house and torture her after bringing her back to take pictures of the flowers."

Following the thin figure into the ancestral hall were Yu Que and several members of the Fu clan who followed him.

Yu Que stood in the ancestral hall. He squinted his eyes and looked at everyone in the hall.

His gaze lingered for a moment on a middle-aged scholar in the center of the ancestral hall, and then he bowed to everyone, "Uncles and aunts, thank you for coming here tonight."

After a polite greeting, Yu Que said to the middle-aged scholar: "Patriarch, I have brought the little thief with me. Please give me your instructions."

After Yu Que finished speaking, without waiting for the current patriarch of the Fu family to speak, the clansmen gathered in the ancestral hall could not help but speak:
"Bah! You still call him a little thief? He's just a little beast!"

"If I gave birth to a guy like this, I would break his legs."

In addition to the many curses, there were also voices of gloating at the scene: "You ruined someone's father, how can I not take revenge?"

"If you ask me, this little guy still has some blood in him, but he's just too damn weird. He's full of evil intentions, just like Old Seventeen."

It turned out that the person who colluded with outsiders today and tricked little Fu Yuan out of the clan was not an adult or an old man, but Fu Shiqi's only son who was still in school.

Hearing the voices of the people around him, the little beast climbed up from the ground. His body was shaking a little, and his face looked both sinister and frightened.

But when he saw the many tribesmen around him, the little beast's face was not so panicked anymore.

Although he was young, he learned to greet the tribesmen around him like an adult: "Little Seventeen greets the clan leader uncle and all the uncles."

After finishing the job, this guy actually turned around and looked at Yu Que, forcing a smile on his face: "Brother Yu Que, why did you catch me here today? It's so lively here."

Yu Que had been staring at this little beast since the moment it crawled up from the ground.

Seeing the little beast being polite and pretending to be ignorant, he was annoyed, but more suspicious. It was the aunt who couldn't help it first. She saw that the real murderer had been caught, but he was still so unscrupulous.

My aunt broke down and was about to pounce on the little beast and scratch him:
"You beast, Fu Yuan is only seven years old. She usually calls you brother in school. How could you be so cruel and vicious?"

The aunt was stopped by someone. She half-knelt on the ground, then hugged the two sisters Fu Yuan and Fu Yun and burst into tears.

Hearing this, the little bastard actually smiled and looked at Fu Yuan: "Sister Fu Yuan, what's wrong with you today? Mother Fu Yuan, why did you scold me like that?"

Crack!

Without Yu Que's help, his uncle finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward and slapped the little beast hard in the face.

"That's enough. You dare to scare Yuan'er again!"

My uncle's eyes were red, and he stared at the little beast with anger, wishing he could eat him.

It was other tribesmen around who stepped in and pulled my uncle back together, and only then were the two separated.

After being slapped, half of the little beast's face was swollen. His expression became even more resentful and he stopped smiling. Instead, he shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I am cruel and she is miserable? Your whole family is cruel and my father is miserable!"

The little beast gnashed his teeth and looked at Yu Que who was standing beside him, wanting to say something.

But a shout suddenly rang out in the ancestral hall: "Enough!"

It was the scholar-dressed Fu clan leader who spoke. He slammed the folding fan in his hand against the table and shouted:

"This is the ancestral hall. You are making so much noise in front of our ancestors. Do you want me to ignore our friendship and use clan law?"

As the voice rose, a gray-black aura spread out from the head of the clan leader Fu Jin, looking hideous and ferocious.

The ordinary members of the tribe just felt a chill in their bodies and shrank back, not daring to speak.

Tribe members like Yu Que, who had raised family gods, were horrified and stared at the tribe leader Fu Jin.

As the current patriarch of the Fu clan, the other party was originally the legitimate son of the previous patriarch. He enjoyed the support of the clan. Now he had the power of sacrifice in the clan and could communicate with the ancestors. Naturally, he was not an ordinary person, but a genuine immortal.

Moreover, this person is not an ordinary immortal, but an upper ninth-grade immortal!
In this world, there are nine grades of immortals, and each grade is divided into three levels: upper, middle, and lower.

The upper-level ninth-grade immortals are higher than the lower-level ninth-grade and middle-level ninth-grade immortals. In the county, except for the people in the county government and the county school, they are already very powerful figures.

Not to mention that the clan leader Fu Jin is not old yet, and he has a strong aura. It is very likely that he is already taking the next step and will soon become an eighth-grade immortal.

Although Yu Que was glancing at someone out of the corner of his eye in the crowd, for some reason, clan leader Fu Jin seemed to be aware of something and glanced slightly towards where Yu Que was.

The man sat upright, expressionless, showing no attitude towards Yu Que, but continued to say:
"The only thing we discussed in the ancestral hall today was the kidnapping of our clansmen. Since the other things were not discussed in the ancestral hall, they have nothing to do with today."

Hearing this, although Fu Shiqi's son was young, he realized that something was wrong. With panic and suspicion in his eyes, he quickly looked at the patriarch, wanting to say something.

Before he could say anything, the clan leader Fu Jin sighed and said:
"But we are all from the same clan after all. Justice is greater than human nature. Your two families have a lot of grievances and disputes, and those involved are not adults of the clan. It is really difficult for the clan to deal with it."

Woohoo!
While everyone was discussing, there was a sudden cry from outside the ancestral hall. A group of people carrying something rushed in from outside the ancestral hall:

"My Lord, clan leader, this is the only child in his father's family."

A tearful woman rushed in. Her body softened and she knelt on the ground, pounding the ground and crying, "I was not pregnant and didn't give Brother Seventeen a child. Now he's like this again. Little Seventeen Wan can't be in any trouble again."

The people who came were none other than Fu Shiqi's family, and even the old dog himself was carried into the ancestral hall.

Fu Shiqi's wife cried and hugged her stepson, sobbing and saying, "You all said that Xiao Shiqi kidnapped someone today, but what that woman said is not credible. Xiao Shiqi is just a child, and you can't say whatever you say..."

Suddenly, the discussion at the scene intensified and the place became even more chaotic.

Especially the old dog Fu Shiqi, who was half lying on a stretcher, his face was pale and he was pointing at his son from a distance with his one arm. He was making hoarse sounds but could not speak. It was very sad to see.

Seeing this, clan leader Fu Jin couldn't help but sigh again: "What happened today?"

He was not the only one who felt this way. Many clan members inside and outside the ancestral hall also saw this and showed a look of pity in their eyes.

"This family is really pitiful!"

"Tell me, if Yu Que had been more restrained and not so cruel, wouldn't this have happened today?"

Yu Que stood in the middle of the field, watching the farce in cold eyes, and finally couldn't help but reveal a sneer on his face.

It was clearly the old dog who came to his house with bad intentions that day, and showed his vicious nature first, and even wanted to destroy him, but now after such a commotion, it became his family's fault? !
Yu Que stopped watching and stood up, saying coldly:

"Old man, you want to block my path, but I will spare your life.

But this little beast of yours, he has an affair with an evil man, kidnapped a young girl, and has absolutely no conscience!"

Yu Que bowed to the crowd and said, "Please ask the clan to make a quick decision and deal with this little beast. If the clan is unwilling, please report to the authorities or hand him over to the younger generation."

He no longer planned to discuss it with others.

When the tribesmen heard his words, they spoke one after another, and the tribe leader Fu Jin, who was being held up and urged, frowned slightly, but did not know what to say.

But at this moment, a strange laugh sounded in the ancestral hall:

"Brother Yuque, are you saying that we should use clan law?"

Everyone looked over and found that it was Fu Shiqi's beastly son who was speaking. His face was obedient, but he was muttering to himself:
"I am not yet a man, and unlike my brother Yu Que, I have not raised a family god and can be included in the family tree. The family law cannot kill me."

The little beast said seriously, "Not only can't I be killed according to clan law, but also according to government law.

Brother Yu Que, don’t you know? "

After these words were spoken, the discussions in the ancestral hall suddenly stopped, and then many people were stunned. Some of them stared at Fu Shiqi's family, while others looked at the clan leader Fu Jin who was in the center of the crowd.

Under everyone's questioning gaze, clan leader Fu Jin frowned and remained silent. Fu Shiqi's son's face turned pale and his body trembled, but he was still laughing, his eyes widened and a sarcastic look appeared in his eyes.

That’s right! Many people in the ancestral hall began to think.

Although each family and clan had its own rules, when a minor committed a crime, the main approach was punishment and instruction, with a bias towards protection. There was no clear clan rule in the Fu clan rules that would torture or kill minors.

Not only the clan rules are like this, the official laws of the imperial court have been formulated and revised for nearly a thousand years. Apart from the punishment of clan members, no unmarried people have ever been beheaded, and even imprisonment is very rare!

In the ancestral hall, after he said that no one in the clan could kill him even by law, the smile on the little beast's face became even brighter.

He thought he had a sure win, and spoke more and more fluently, and even looked directly at Yu Que, sneering:

"I also heard that Brother Yuque is going to take the minor imperial examination. Do you want to be charged with the crime of killing a relative's younger brother before taking the examination? If so, you won't be able to enter the county school."

When Yu Que heard this, his eyes flickered as he stared at the boy.

(End of this chapter)