Fairy, I really am a villain!

Looking at them neatly stacked in the cabinet, she inexplicably felt better.

Xiaodie likes to do small things like this. Maybe they are not great, but someone should do them.

The chatter and laughter in the yard became more and more lively, and then died down; Xiaodie began to hate herself.

She should have been happy for the young lady, but the more the young lady liked Mr. Fang, it was like a reminder that she was closer to "death"; and such thoughts made her more painful and felt even more despicable, as if she was pinning her hopes on the young lady to give herself to him voluntarily.

Why is it so difficult for people to live in this world? Is it because I have done something wrong?

The same thought also occurred to the families of the soldiers in the village, and also to Wang Heiqi when his mother died;

The Wang family has guarded the North for so many years and has gained a lot, but has also paid more. The weight of the Dingjun name must always be borne by those who are still alive.

Under the rolling torrent, a young girl's happiness was crushed to pieces without making much sound, just like her cry, which was covered in the darkness and no one cared.

~~

The dense shadows of the trees obscured the old man's face. He turned around and saw a young man in black walking towards the village entrance.

"Young man, you are here again," the old man looked at the silent man with a happy smile on his face, "This place is small and shabby, why is it worth it for you to come here so often?"

"I miss my old friends." Ye Baiyu said softly.

He erected a tombstone here for Wang Heiqi and his son. Since he wanted to explore the secrets of Guihua Mountain, he would occasionally come to sit in front of the tombstone, listen to the old man's talk under the tree, and finally secretly go to other people's houses to put some money and leave.

"Father, don't you have a son?"

"What?" After some effort, the old man finally heard his words clearly, his eyes softened, "Yes."

The young man's words were harsh and offensive, but he liked his temperament.

"Where did he go? Why didn't he come back to pick you up?"

"He's there."

Following the direction of the finger, there was a small raised mound of earth. A few weeds were scattered around, some of which were still growing there. The soil was messy, and there were two wine glasses placed on it.

It seems as if you can see the old man trying hard to clean up, his movements trembling, but eventually he ran out of energy and simply sat down to drink with his son.

"...Feel sorry."

"There was only half of his body there," the old man couldn't hear what he said and shook his head, "The rest was swallowed by the snake demon, and we couldn't find it even after we opened its belly. That beast."

Ye Baiyu fell silent.

"He was seventeen that year. People said that we looked alike, with a round face and a blessed appearance. His son must be a lot like him, eloquent, unlike you who is so taciturn... It's a pity that he didn't see it, and neither did I."

"Maybe he's very similar to you."

"Of course," the old man laughed and pointed at him, "Young man, you finally said something nice."

Ye Baiyu just shook his head.

The old man stopped talking and just took out a booklet from his arms and threw it in front of him. "I am going to die. I don't have anything good to give you before I leave. This inheritance is okay. Your energy is too sharp and you will hurt yourself."

Hearing this, Ye Baiyu stopped moving and did not answer the phone. He froze there, "I don't want it..."

Before he finished speaking, the booklet had already fallen to the ground.

Puzzled by his sudden silence, Ye Baiyu turned around and saw that the old man had closed his eyes, with his head tilted towards the small mound, and had fallen asleep.

When the wind blew, the tattered booklet made some noise, which was quite unpleasant.

It was the same again, he was always entrusted with things that he didn't want but couldn't give up; these people's will was imposed on him, pushing him forward.

~~

"What? Mr. Zhang only has half of his body left?" Outside the mansion, Fang Xiwen came to the street and saw the crowds of people. He stopped one person and received this important news.

"Let go! We agreed to write a poem to celebrate..." The scholar was about to shake off his hand, but then he looked up and stared, "Feng Liu Jian?"

"I'm not...let go!"

"You are going to Mr. Zhang's house anyway, right? Yes, how can a righteous young man be absent? Let's go together!"

"Let go first!"

Chapter 277 Is there a risk of cure?

Mr. Zhang's house was near the outskirts of the city. It was composed of several courtyards, covering a large area and magnificent. Two stone beasts guarding the house were baring their fangs and claws outside the door. The red lacquered door was open and the lights were bright inside.

At a glance, this place is much more magnificent than the palace of the king, and even the servants are well dressed;

They were walking back and forth, each of them looking very panicked, and there was a sense of panic everywhere.

As Fang Xiwen and the scholar he met on the road entered the courtyard, an old butler with gray hair stretched out his hand and stopped them: "What are you doing?"

The man looked down and caught a glimpse of the two long swords at Fang Xiwen's waist, and suddenly became nervous.

Before he could say anything, the scholar next to him was unhappy, "What are you doing? Do you know who he is?"

"this..."

"With two swords on his waist, a green shirt with cloud sleeves, and a beautiful appearance... you don't even recognize Feng Liu Jian?!"

Hearing this, the old housekeeper was yelled at, but his expression became delighted, and he stepped aside: "So it was Young Master Fang in person. My old eyes are blurry, please don't blame me... My master has been attacked by bad guys, if you can help me, I will reward you handsomely..."

This golden signboard really worked, and the old butler was very enthusiastic in attracting people to come over.

Why do I seem like a famous martial arts master... Fang Xiwen glanced at the proud scholars and complained in his heart.

The two followed all the way to the yard and saw a winding trail of blood running from the corridor to the inner room, with several interruptions, as if someone was crawling.

As soon as he entered the inner room, he heard a pig-slaughtering howl, and Fang Xiwen immediately frowned.

He leaned forward, sniffed, and smelled a familiar odor...it was the snake demon whose skin he had picked up.

"What's going on...why did you suddenly attack someone?"

Looking further ahead, there were several open medicine boxes placed on the ground, filled with bottles and jars; a doctor with a moustache was squatting beside them, taking medicine.

In front of the doctor lay a fat man, he was dressed elegantly and his face was greasy; but half of his lower body was missing, along with his calves, the cut-off part was a hideous mark, the wailing sound came from him:

"Hurry up and save me! I'm in so much pain, this damn beast!!"

Cursing and crying at the same time was a bit absurd.

It seems that this is Mr. Zhang who is "half way gone".

There were many people around him. Apart from the doctor who was treating him and the servants who were helping him, there were only a few constables in red uniforms who were holding paper and pen and writing something down.

Seeing Fang Xiwen and the other person coming over, someone came forward to question them immediately, so he used a trick and secretly revealed the Green Ribbon Constable's seal.

Seeing this, the leading detective immediately understood what he meant and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect that Young Master Fang is actually one of ours. We are relying on him for this case."

Fang Xiwen nodded, but did not communicate much; the main reason was that if a man in the underworld had any connection with the imperial court, his reputation would be ruined and it would be inconvenient for him to act, which was why he got the spy badge.

So, the captain also understood what was going on and started talking to his colleagues at a normal volume, "Have you found the place where Mr. Zhang was killed?"

"Captain, it's in the study in the inner room. According to the maids in the mansion, Mr. Zhang often calls people there, but except for the people he calls, no one else can get close. It is said that—"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Mr. Zhang howled again, glaring at the person who had spoken.

"What is he trying to hide?" Fang Xiwen thought, and directly blocked his gaze with his body, raising his chin to signal the constable to continue.

"It is said that those he called were all maids. They often did not come out for several days, and then they seemed to have suddenly disappeared from the mansion..."

Then, a few people explained some things in a few words; Fang Xiwen nodded and planned to go to the first scene to take a look.

At this time, the scholar who came with him squatted beside the doctor, pointed at Mr. Zhang and asked, "Doctor, is there any risk of his recovery?"

"It's very difficult. Because the evil spirit has penetrated deeply into the body, unless there is a master with deep internal skills to help remove it, it will be difficult for the master to do human things for the rest of his life..."

The doctor was halfway through his words when he realized the problem, shook his head and ignored him.

"It's true that evil will be punished!" The scholar looked very relieved and waved his fist vigorously.

Then, he subconsciously looked at the masters in the field who met the condition of "extremely profound internal strength", but found that Fang Xiwen had disappeared.

~~

According to the detectives, the first scene was in the study further inside.

When he arrived through the corridor, Fang Xiwen found that there were several servants guarding there. Some of them were armed with swords and they all looked as if they were facing a great enemy when they saw him coming.

"The master has ordered that no one is allowed to enter! Back off!"

These servants even had martial arts skills, and one of them was even a master with opened eyes, with extraordinary aura. Seeing this, Fang Xiwen drew his sword with his backhand, knocked them unconscious in a few strokes, and pushed open the door of the study.

As soon as he took the first step, he subconsciously covered his nose.

It stinks. Not only is there a demonic smell, but there is also a strong smell of blood, and it smells a bit old, as if some time has passed.

"This is a serious problem. With this concentration and this amount of bleeding, even if Mr. Zhang doesn't die, he won't be able to scream and howl there..." Fang Xiwen made a judgment.

Looking around, I saw some famous paintings and calligraphy hanging in the room, a few vertical screens, and the desk was very clean, without even the basic four treasures of the study; the bookshelves on both sides were filled with books, and there was a large pool of blood under the shelves, which had dried up by now.

Following two different smells of blood, Fang Xiwen came to the bookshelf and stood still. He found that several books were placed in a mess, so he took them down and found a hidden slot.

Seeing this, he hit it with the scabbard, and there was a sound of a mechanism. The bookshelf slowly split into two, revealing a narrow corridor. A strong smell of blood came out from it.

"It's a secret room hidden by mechanical means. What's going on?"

Muttering to himself, he took the Feiguang in his hand and slowly stepped into the corridor.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. You can see blood on the floor. When you rub it with your feet, you can see that it has completely dried up, indicating that it has been a long time.

At the end of the corridor, there is a small room with dim light.

With the help of a fire starter, he saw all kinds of torture instruments, all covered in blood; there were wooden horses with sharp blades on their backs, ropes with strange shapes and braids, and maces covered with barbs...

He finally understood why Mr. Zhang had to crawl outside to ask for help, and why he wanted to stop the Six Gates from investigating.

This was the place used to abuse the maids in the house.

With this thought in mind, Fang Xiwen suppressed the murderous intent that was slightly surging within him and did not touch these things in order not to destroy the evidence; this scumbag was already dead.

The key question now is why the evil spirit is cut off here, and why the tunnel is closed...

The only possibility he could think of was that the snake demon escaped from here after attacking Mr. Zhang.

"That is to say, this place is connected to the outside world."

Looking around, his eyes fell on the board above his head and he could see a faint light coming through it.

As for why there is an exit, perhaps it is just to facilitate the transportation of the abused bodies.