At night, the curtain opens.

The wind is cold, the clouds are heavy, and a snowstorm is brewing.

Jiang Xiaohua was dressed in a cloud-white soft silk wide-sleeved long coat, holding an umbrella, and sat cross-legged on the roof of the Daiwa of Tingyulou - this is a special oil-paper umbrella, on the surface of which is a red-haired and big-eyed cute mouse, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, trying in vain to swallow a gray arrogant elephant.

It should be extremely cold, but she didn't feel a trace of cold, the cold wind passed through, but to her it was like light smoke that did not blend with each other, and her clothes did not sway in the slightest.

At this time, she was looking down at the house opposite, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Tonight, something big is happening on the other side.

It was an amazing house, and two major events that happened in the capital were implicated in it.

Three days ago, the largest money bank in Wan'an, the capital of Wan'an, Jubaozhuang suddenly collapsed.

Two days later, Zhu Yuan, the big shopkeeper of Jubaozhuang, committed suicide in fear of sin.

The mansion is the Zhu Mansion - the house is embedded with a thick door with a pepper ring, and inside the door is a simple and implicit mansion.

At this moment, the walls of the house were crowded with debt collectors with silver slips in their hands and blood-red eyes, and they flocked from the money house to the bridle.

However, despite the frenzied stacking of layers outside, the courtyard remained impregnable - guarded by a group of armor-clad and silver-armed guards.

It was taken over by the Dali Temple.

In a side hall in Zhu's house, Zhu Yuan is like a hollowed out rotten wood, standing straight and straight in the coffin.

On one side of the coffin, there were wives and children crying and crying.

The man is dead.

However, it doesn't end there.

Another "Zhu Yuan" was standing next to the coffin, looking at a man. It was an extremely tall man, holding a paper umbrella with ink splashed on Youlan, and covering the short and fat Zhu Yuan under the umbrella.

The man's face is bloodless, wearing a black robe, embroidered with a dark flower auspicious cloud ruyi pattern of the same color. The apricot eyes that bloomed in early March were full and slender, the thick and straight eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, the lip line was like a knife, and the face was narrow and handsome.

Zhu Yuan's gaze stopped at the man's umbrella, he turned his head to look out the door, there was no rain!

"You ......"

"Shadow Pavilion, Qiu Que."

"Shadow Pavilion...... Shadow?! ”

"Exactly!"

Zhu Yuan couldn't help but take half a step back, shock and horror intertwined on his face.

But everyone who is old knows that the shadow of the Shadow Pavilion is rumored to be able to call the wind and rain to pull mountains and rivers. It is said that they are not 'people'!

Qiu Que said lightly:

"Zhu Yuan, a native of Xiatang Village, Fufu County, is the same township as Wang Zimo, the head of the household department. Wealth is because of him, and death is because of him. You are grateful for his rescue and the grace of knowing him, so you will die with your will. ”

"My loyalty to Wang Zimo has been exhausted, let's talk about the future."

Zhu Yuan didn't speak, but his pupils flashed slightly, and he didn't seem to be relieved.

As if expected, Qiu Que unhurriedly paced in front of his relatives who were sobbing in a low voice, his voice was low, and his tone was cold:

"You must know that Wang Zimo has amassed a huge amount of money. What I don't know is that it is the current saint who wants to send him to this supreme law, he will be exterminated, and the confiscated wealth will be used for disaster relief in the south. ”

"So, it's only a matter of time before Wang Zimo is beheaded."

A hint of shock flashed in Zhu Yuan's eyes.

Qiu Que continued to advance step by step with understatement:

"I'm here today, and I think you know it. Find a physical evidence and supplement it with human evidence, and Wang Zimo's case can be closed. You will go from being a guilty person to a meritorious person. ”

After speaking, he looked at the man in front of him with a pair of cold black eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, throwing their swords and throwing knives, neither of them showing weakness.

Qiu Que Qingfeng smiled, and walked while counting:

"The eldest son Zhu Zhihong is thirty-six, the second daughter Zhu Zhimin is thirty-two, the third son Zhu Zhiqi is eighty-twenty, and the youngest son Zhu Zhikui seems to be only seven years old. When you grow old, you are very happy, right? ”

Not far away is his youngest son, whose footsteps are getting closer and closer.

Zhu Yuan instantly unloaded, his eyes locked, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, and his worries were heavy.

"If I don't say a word, maybe there's a turning point—that's what you think in your heart, right?"

Qiu Que's slender fingers brushed the child's immature face, and a steady stream of cold air overflowed.

The child shuddered.

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Yuan took a few steps ahead.

Qiu Que suddenly made a move and clamped the child's neck.

Zhu Yuan was stunned: "Don't ...... Don't hurt him......"

Qiu Que turned his head slowly, and his tone was lazy: "Look, they are your weakness!" ”

The seven-year-old child was pinched for no reason, his face was flushed, and his hands and feet were scratched indiscriminately. The people present should only be exposed to evil spirits, babbling, crying and grabbing the ground.

Zhu Yuan panicked, looking around and looking around, there was nothing available, and he was about to pounce on it desperately, but Qiu Que let go.

"You have a sin, and it is not a pity to die, but your family, life or death, it all depends on your decision today!"

Zhu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. But his eyes became heavier and heavier, as if there was a thousand gold weights on them.

"You're dead, and you're gambling with the lives of hundreds of people, is it worth it?"

Qiu Que walked up to the flickering Zhu Yuan, like a witch's whisper:

"As for you, there's still a trip to go! Anyway, you don't care, then let me slaughter, in the next life, whether it is a down-and-out splash or a pig, dog, insect and snake, it all depends on which finger I move. ”

As he spoke, he flicked the black heavy tassel under the handle of the umbrella with his hand, and made a sudden realization: "Oh~ In case the soul is scattered, I can't say." ”

"It's not just you, he! And him! will accompany you and disappear like smoke and dust. ”

Everywhere Qiu Que pointed, there were blood-stained blades, poking and poking, and finally pierced the defense line in Zhu Yuan's heart, and collapsed for thousands of miles.

He rubbed his face with trembling hands: "What are you looking for...... In the cellar! ”

"Wang Zimo's cellar has been checked, but nothing has been found."

"The cellar is not one floor, there are three floors of the cellar, and the gold and silver are in the dark river below the third layer."

Zhu Yuan thought for a while and added:

"Every once in a while, under the guise of sending wine, it will be sent into it, and the gold in the jar will be paved with gold, and then rice wine will be poured in. I went into the cellar and collected it again, without noticing. ”

"How do I find the underground river?"

"Smash the vat and dig deep along the fastest seepage."

Qiu Que nodded with satisfaction: "How do you know about such a secret thing." ”

"Naturally, it's money...... It can open a lot of indestructible openings. ”

"Since you have left your hands behind, it would be better to say it earlier."

Zhu Yuan's face flushed, and he hesitated for a moment: "Everything is for this room full of beautiful wives and concubines, young grandsons and filial sons, and loyalty...... It's hard to complete!

"Bullshit loyalty!"

Qiu Que said lightly as he walked out: "It's a pity that the entire Wan'an City is in turmoil!" "

Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then chased out.

"What about me?"

Unexpectedly, the invisible moonlight was like a hot soldering iron, on his soul, which had lost his body, there was a hot roasting sound, and when he looked closely, there were cold blue fireworks bursting out.

Frightened, he threw his arms and retreated into the house.

"Wait, someone will bring you, hell ......"

The man and the umbrella are gone.

Zhu Yuan, who was standing at the door and watching, shivered, and a chill rose in his heart, which was more terrifying than ending his own life with his own hands.

Naturally, the people who kept watch in the house were unaware of what was happening, and they continued to grieve and mourn.

Jiang Xiaoli stood on the roof and never moved half a step, and when the man holding the umbrella floated out of the house, the corners of her lips raised a cheerful arc: "Ha, it's started!" ”