Chapter 159:
The young woman was so scared that she lost her mind, and had no idea what to do.
Under Qiao Mu’s pressure, she spilled all the details of the matter.
"Miss also cares about her reputation. She knows that marrying into the Wan family as Wan Ronghua’s mistress is not sothing honorable, so she changed her na and abandoned her own surna…"
"Young master Fang Yuan doesn’t know, and I think Miss deliberately hid this matter from him…"
Qiao Mu nodded quietly, pleasantly surprised.
Fang Yuan had been searching for his sister all along, and now he unexpectedly found information about Fang Fang first…
He said again, "Every wrong has a doer, and I have lived a righteous life. Even in death, I don’t want to carry a burdened soul to the Lord of the Underworld."
"Apart from framing , what other mischief have you been up to? Tell
everything."
"Whether I bring you or Wan Ronghua to the underworld depends on your actions."
While speaking, Qiao Mu’s eyes beca sharp like swords, and he unleashed the Eye Sword Technique, intimidating with his killing intent.
The young woman nodded absentmindedly, confessing her past cris without realizing it. She said she would turn herself in to the authorities at sunrise tomorrow and pleaded for rcy while kneeling on the ground.
After learning everything he wanted to know, Qiao Mu’s figure flickered and disappeared like a ghost within the small room.
Since the young woman had already expressed her intention to report to the authorities, let the officials be the ones to judge her. It wouldn’t matter if she changed her mind after tomorrow.
Because Qiao Mu already learned from her story about several tis when she falsely accused others for personal gain, there are actually more victims like Qiao Mu.
If she changes her mind and doesn’t turn herself in tomorrow, then Qiao Mu will report her to soone, but it won’t be a big problem.
"This story tells us that superstitious beliefs can harm people…"
"Ghosts are more useful than living people… After all, vengeful spirits can drag people to hell, but living people… especially good ones, will only be pointed at with a spear."
Qiao Mu left the cottage and moved through the streets and alleyways like a ghost.
He dealt with one of the people who frad him that day, but there are still a few more to go.
Especially the main orchestrator behind the scenes, Wan Ronghua, Qiao Mu will have to pay him a visit.
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The old ancestral ho of the Fang family.
It was already late at night, but Fang Yuan still couldn’t fall asleep.
Qiao Shuanglin’s death made him feel guilty, and Hai Wuya had a vague idea that the matter might be related to the wealthy Wan Ronghua, but there was no evidence.
Fang Yuan felt that Qiao Shuanglin’s death might have sothing to do with himself. His mind was in chaos, so he decided to get up in the middle of the night and sit in the courtyard of the old house.
"Tomorrow morning, Lord Hai will attend the court eting to restore Senior Qiao’s reputation… This night feels so long."
It was late at night, the moon was high in the sky, a cool breeze gently swayed the leaves of the two jujube trees in the courtyard.
Moonlight spread a silver glow on the ground, illuminating the walls. The shadows of trees on the walls intertwined and swayed with the breeze, just like the scenes he used to see when he cooled off in the courtyard as a young boy.
But now he was alone again. Qiao Zhong Qiao Shuanglin and his son had given him hope, but that hope was quickly shattered, and it ended up putting an outsider’s life at risk.
"How can revenge be entrusted to others? From the beginning, I should have relied on my own strength and not taken others’ help for granted…"
Fang Yuan sat alone in the courtyard in the middle of the night, and his heart gradually cald down. He silently started ditating and practicing… Hai Wuya had also taught him the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," and at this mont, he made a vow in his heart, determined not to rely on the luck of having soone influential help him.
Not long after, he suddenly heard a owing sound.
Opening his eyes, he saw the little cat that Qiao Shuanglin had raised.
The cat was still very young. During this ti, Qiao Shuanglin frequently went out, so he entrusted this cat to be taken care of at the old house.
"Do you miss your owner?" Fang Yuan sighed softly in his heart, reaching out to caress the cat. However, he didn’t expect the cat to suddenly leap up and onto the top of the courtyard wall, its eyes staring towards a certain place outside the wall.
"Is soone coming?" Fang Yuan beca alert out of the blue.
But then, he saw the cat suddenly lose balance and fall from the top of the wall to the ground.
Fang Yuan was surprised and went closer to take a closer look. He noticed that the cat didn’t have any signs of injury. Instead, its limbs twitched slightly, its pupils dilated, and its tongue hung out of its mouth, looking like an idiot.
"Looks like this little one noticed." An old voice suddenly sounded abrupt.
Fang Yuan trembled all over and didn’t know when an old man had appeared where the cat had fallen down.
The old man was extrely aged, with many wrinkles on his face. Fang Yuan couldn’t tell how old he was, but he looked sowhat similar to Qiao Shuanglin, just a bit older.
"You must be Fang Yuan, right? Shuanglin ntioned you to ," the old man turned to face Fang Yuan, giving him a slight smile as he explained.
"My na is Qiao Senlin, and Qiao Shuanglin is my younger brother from the Qiao family."
"The Qiao family is connected by blood, and this demon cat nad ‘Wuchang’ is raised by the Qiao family. It can sense the presence of the Qiao family…"
The little cat at their feet blinked its eyes, its scattered pupils montarily focused before returning to their scattered state, seeming to give up on sothing.
You can say whatever you want, I don’t understand anyway, because I’m just a little kitty.jpg.
Fang Yuan had many things he wanted to say, but all that ca out was a sigh. "Senior Qiao Senlin, you ca so quickly…"
Qiao Mu explained:
"I have a blood connection to the Qiao family, and we can feel each other’s presence, especially at monts of death… I was already in the Imperial Capital area, and rushed here as soon as I sensed my younger brother’s passing."
Every mber of Qiao’s family practiced the "Martial Saint Spiritual Technique
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