Moonlight and wind

Chapter 227 Clearing the grievances

Yuwenlin suddenly grabbed Xuanyue's hand and looked at her with great concern.

Xuanyue smiled faintly and responded to him, "Don't worry, I know how he died."

Xuanyue walked up to Ci Huairen and bowed gracefully, acting like a gentle lady from a wealthy family.

"Do you know how this person died of poisoning?" Ci Huairen's righteous face showed a bit of expectation.

"Your Excellency, that's right!" Qu Xuanyue led the coroner to the thief's ear, stretched out her slender jade finger, and tapped the thief's ear.

"Sir, why don't you check behind the ear to see if there is anything?" Xuanyue's voice, as gentle as spring breeze, calmed the noisy people.

The coroner knelt down beside the thief and brushed aside the hair on his temples. He was shocked! Then he deftly took out tools from his wooden box and pulled out a very thin poison needle from behind the thief's ear!

The coroner quickly stood up, placed the poison needle on a wooden tray, and walked in front of Ci Huairen holding it in both hands.

"Is this poison needle the weapon that killed him?" Ci Huairen asked.

"That's right!" Qu Xuanyue answered softly, "Why not test whether this needle is poisonous?"

Ci Huairen waved his hand and the coroner ran into the yamen with a poison needle.

"Look, those four people are not smiling anymore!" The people near the front looked carefully and soon discovered this detail.

"That's right!" The people behind him also moved forward.

"Miss, why is this happening?" Ci Huairen looked at Xuanyue with a faint smile.

"The poison needle was inserted right behind his ear, pressing against his mouth, preventing him from closing it," Qu Xuanyue said casually, "Now that the poison needle has been pulled out, his mouth will close naturally."

"How can the girl prove that the old man is not the murderer?" Ci Huairen, a middle-aged man of the same age as Qu Yecheng, had a kind look in his eyes.

"To be able to insert the poison needle so quietly into such a deep place, it can be seen that he is a martial artist with profound internal strength." Qu Xuanyue walked slowly to Yi Yanhui's side, "And this old man has no internal strength at all, how could he be so poisonous."

"Someone come here!" The smile on Ci Huairen's face became clearer and clearer, "Find out if this old man has any internal strength!"

The waiter beside Ci Huairen used the martial vein peeping technique to detect the one-eyed meeting. Then he whispered a few words in Ci Huairen's ear and withdrew to the side.

"I see!" Ci Huairen waved his hand, and the guards loosened the ropes that bound Yi Yihui and Li. "If it weren't for the young lady, there would have been an injustice today."

"I am only telling the truth," Qu Xuanyue smiled lightly, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom became even more beautiful, "Besides, Master Ci is kind-hearted, how could he allow an injustice to happen."

"Okay! Take down the notice!" Ci Huairen said with a smile, "To apologize, please gather in the back hall to apologize for our misjudgment."

Ci Huairen did not ask for their opinions, but instead brought them into the yamen.

Only Yuwenlin and Jianyun were left standing outside the yamen.

"Guess, is this what Miss Qi did on purpose?" Yu Wenlin said softly, "Should we save her?"

"Don't worry about this, young master!" Jian Yun responded.

Shan Boyu ran all the way with Shan Zimo on his back, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated temple. He hid Shan Zimo in the bushes behind a big tree, and went into the dilapidated temple to check first.

Soon, Shan Boyu hurriedly ran out of the ruined temple, picked up Shan Zimo again, and walked into the ruined temple.

"What a great opportunity," Shan Boyu said as he placed Shan Zimo on the altar in front of the dilapidated statue. "This bone-eating Rakshasa's inner strength is your amulet for entering southern Xinjiang. Do you know how many circles we have gone through to find her?"

Shan Boyu muttered to himself, took out a piece of cloth from his bag, and carefully wiped the blood off Shan Zimo's face.

"This Quan Chengyu's internal energy is poisonous. Did you fall asleep again during those two hours of meditation?" Shan Boyu complained, "It has been internalized into your internal energy to a certain extent. How come you were poisoned?"

Seeing that the situation was almost resolved, Shan Boyu tested him again and found that Shan Zimo was indeed completely unconscious. He then cautiously carried Shan Zimo behind the statue.

Shan Zimo leaned his head against the statue and sat cross-legged with difficulty.

Shan Boyu sat cross-legged behind him, the purple true energy around him revealed, and a rare serious expression appeared on his face.

Shan Boyu followed Shan Zimo's meridians and forced the poison out of his body bit by bit, and black blood flowed from the corners of Shan Zimo's mouth.

Suddenly, Shan Zimo moved slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shan Boyu quickly gathered his internal energy and moved in front of the statue.

"Bai Yu," Shan Zimo shouted weakly, and the smile on his lips was difficult to suppress.

"Young Master!" Shan Boyu slid down to his knees in front of Shan Zimo, tears streaming down his face. "You're finally awake! If you don't wake up, I'll take you back to Xueying Hall!"

"Am I unconscious again?" Shan Zimo asked with a smile.

"Young Master, how can you still laugh!" Shan Boyu pretended to be angry, "You don't know how scary you were at that time! I thought that Young Master was possessed by that bone-eating Rakshasa Quan Chengyu!"

"These thirty-one lives are going to be counted on my head again!" Shan Zimo stood up, stretched his muscles, and wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth. "How far is this place from the village?"

"We have now arrived at the nearest town to Yanyu Town, Xinghewan." Shan Boyu scratched his head, "But we didn't dare to enter the town. We are still five miles away from the city gate!"

"How do you know so clearly?"

"There is a boundary marker outside the door!" Shan Boyu packed his bag and put the blood-stained face cloth into the bag.

"Why do you still keep it?" Shan Zimo asked puzzledly.

"Isn't it because you're afraid that others will track you down?" Shan Boyu packed them up quickly. "These are what the former young master taught me. Don't leave any traces when you do things!"

"What was I like before?" Shan Zimo also became curious at this time.

"Before, the young master was simply not..." Shan Boyu swallowed the last word abruptly, "He was very strict, spoke little, was cold, and only had force in his heart. This also had a lot to do with our hall master. He was too demanding of you, the young master."

“Am I different from before?”

"Big!" Shan Boyu said without hesitation, "But I feel that the young master is more approachable now, and everyone gets along well with him, including the hall master, whose attitude has softened a lot!"

"If one day, I go back to my old self, would you find it strange?"

"No!" Shan Boyu said with a smile, "Our young master is ever-changing. Just don't forget about Boyu!"

"No! You are my brother for life!" Shan Zimo looked at the unfathomable little servant in front of him very sincerely.

"Miss Que, have you had a hard journey?" In the back hall, Ci Huairen sat on a chair, looking at Que Xuanyue with a faint smile.