"Why did you hit me?"

The hanged boy was blinded by Fan Jian's slap, and after a few minutes of silence, he asked.

"Everyone's life is very precious, do you know how many opponents you have defeated in your mother's body before you have the opportunity to be a man, you died like this, are you worthy of your opponents?

We can lie flat, we can rot, but we can't take our lives, and the slap I just gave was for your brother who died in vain."

The righteousness that Fan Jian said was awe-inspiring, as if the fight was justified, and it seemed that the boy should be beaten.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand, what lies flat, what is rotten.

I have never killed anyone, they have wronged me, you don't believe me, I can only prove my innocence by death."

Ji Fu, the other young man, didn't understand, but when he heard the words of the brother who died in vain, he suddenly became excited, and yelled at Fan Jian like crazy.

"You said your name was Ji Fu? What age is it now, and who is the emperor?"

Ignoring the others, Fan Jian was stunned when he heard the young man calling himself Ji Fu, could it be that he didn't come from a parallel world, it was the Qin Dynasty thousands of years ago?

"You dress so strangely and speak so strangely, I don't understand, you must not be from our Great Qin.

My name is Ji Fu, but what is the emperor you are talking about, is it the king? Our king's name is Yingzheng."

Ji Fu looked at Fan Jian, his face was ignorant, but Fan Jian understood.

The young man in front of him was Ji Fu's youth, he did come to the Qin Dynasty, and the word emperor had not yet appeared.

King Yingzheng of Qin thought that he was the three emperors of virtue and merit, so he called himself the first emperor, and the emperors of later generations were called emperors, and now they should still be called kings.

Fan Jian was very happy to be able to see the young man Ji Fu, so he asked why Ji Fu hanged himself.

It turned out that Ji Fu had a very good friend named Yan Hu, and the two were inseparable. Playing together a lot.

A few days ago, I was playing at Ji Fu's house, and both of them were hungry, so Ji Fu made two bowls of noodle soup.

After Yan Hu ate it, less than an hour after returning home, he bled and died violently.

Yan Hu's parents said that Ji Fu poisoned them, killed their son, and sued Ji Fu in court.

The yamen took Ji Fu away, learned about the situation, and searched Ji Fu's house again.

Because Ji Fu also ate noodle soup that day, and

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And in Ji Fu's house, no poison was found, and there was no evidence, so Ji Fu was released, and the matter was over.

But the people in the village said that Ji Fu was the murderer, a teenager who couldn't stand everyone's exclusion and white eyes, so he ran into the mountains and ran away from home.

After living in the mountains for a while, Ji Fu was hungry, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, so he chose to die to prove his innocence.

"I can go to your house and have a look, maybe I can help you and restore your innocence."

The taste of being slandered is not pleasant, Fan Jian doesn't want to be a teenager, and give up his life because of the misunderstanding of others, not to mention that this person is still lucky.

Hearing that Fan Jian could return his innocence, Ji Fu couldn't care about the strangeness of the person in front of him, and eagerly took Fan Jian home.

The Ji Fu family lives in a very large village, with hundreds of villagers, and because it is not far from Xianyang, it is still relatively wealthy.

Ji Fu's home conditions are acceptable, otherwise there would be no noodle soup to eat, the courtyard walls of blue bricks, the house looks a little old, the roof is a little old, and the planks and thatch in some places are a little rotten.

Ji Fu opened the courtyard door and led Fan Jian in, and his parents immediately ran out, hugged Ji Fu and burst into tears, asking him where he went.

Knowing that Fan Jian saved his son and persuaded him to come back, the two thanked Fan Jian for their kindness.

Fan Jian asked Ji Fu to recount the events of the day carefully, and the details were asked very clearly.

Then he took a closer look in the courtyard of Ji Fu's house, and made a sound from time to time to the birds in the trees.

"Ji Fu, you come out for me, you murderer,

You killed my son, and today you must give our family an explanation."

At this time, there was a noise outside the door, and a man's voice was shouting and scolding, and kept banging on the courtyard door of Ji Fu's house.

"It's Yan Hu's family, since I was released by the Yamen, they will come to my house every three days to make trouble, otherwise I wouldn't have run away from home and fled into the mountains."

Glancing at the courtyard gate helplessly, Ji Fu explained to Fan Jian that he was really fed up.

"Let them in, if you want to return your innocence, you must unravel the truth of Yan Hu's death in front of them."

Staring at Ji Fu's house, Fan Jian instructed Ji Fu, he already had a plan in his heart.

"You murderer, you dare to come back, today I will avenge my son."

As soon as the door opened, a biao

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The big man broke in, grabbed the clothes on Ji Fu's chest, and said viciously, Ji Fu's parents immediately ran over and protected Ji Fu behind him.

The big man was in his forties, with a beard and a face.

It was Yan Hu's father, Yan Butcher, who killed pigs and sold meat all day long, and had a violent temperament, and the adults and children in the village were afraid of him.

Yan Hu is his only son, so he died unexplained, Yan Butcher felt that his son's death was unjust, so he came to Jifu's house twice in three days to make trouble.

"Are you Yan Hu's father? There is a wrong, there is a debtor, and the death of your son has nothing to do with the blessing, so why should you be entangled?"

Seeing Yan Butcher holding a pig-killing knife in his hand, those villagers who rushed to hear the news did not dare to step forward, Ji Fu's parents were also trembling, and only Fan Jian came up to speak.

"Who are you? Why do you say that my son is not caused by Ji Fu's little cub?

I think you are just like the dog official in the Yamen, you took the benefits of the Ji family, believe it or not, grandpa, I slaughtered you today."

Yan Butcher was a muddy man, and when he saw Fan Jian come out to speak for Ji Fu, he didn't agree with him, and the pig-killing knife in his hand stabbed Fan Jian in the chest.

"Get out of the way."

The onlookers and Ji Fu's family of three were all frightened and shouted, the pig-killing knife was more than two feet long, with a cold light, this knife went down, Fan Jian would definitely die.

But Fan Jian didn't dodge or dodge, and let Yan Butcher's pig-killing knife stab him, with a smile on his face.

"Immortals! Immortals, don't blame the little people for being rude, I, Yan Erleng, am here to make amends for you."

Yan Butcher is really worthy of his name, he was vicious to Fan Jian a second ago, and now he is kneeling and begging for mercy, and he can't stop kowtowing.

Because he was frightened, just when he stabbed it with the pig-killing knife, he suddenly found that the pig-killing knife in his hand had disappeared, and he could turn things into nothing, which is a means that only immortals have.

At this time, it was the Qin Dynasty, which was not as modern as the modern era, and the people especially believed in the existence of immortals, and the Yan butcher was immediately convinced.

"Get up, I'll find out the murderer of your son, Ji Fu, did you make noodle soup on the day Yan Hu died, and then make two bowls, just like that day."

Helped Yan Butcher up, and the pig-killing knife appeared in Fan Jian's hand and returned it to him.

Just now, Fan Jian just used the power of space to make the post-pig killing knife disappear, and now he took it back, and then asked Ji Fu to make noodle soup.

(End of chapter)