"Where is the south of the city? Please let Sister Xiaocui know. ”

Mo Jue continued to ask, Xiao Cui sneered, and said, "Mass graves outside the city, get away if it's okay, don't delay my time." ”

Hearing this, Mo Jue was stunned, let Xiao Cui push him away, and walked away scolding.

South of the city, mass graves!

An uneasiness rose in Mo Jue's heart, and only these few words remained in his mind.

"No, there must be something for Wen Xuan to do. No, yes, no......"

Mo Jue muttered in his mouth, and suddenly threw down the long stick in his hand and ran towards the south of the city.

Outside the south of the city, the ground was covered with a layer of silver frost.

Mo Jue rushed from afar, leaving a deep footprint.

Ahead, several lonely graves were in sight, and Mo Jue stopped, half-squatting and gasping for breath.

On the snow, a bright red bloodstain came into Mo Jue's eyes, and looking at the bloodstains, Fan Wenxuan was lying under a tree, his face pale.

Mo Jue's pupils constricted, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him.

He staggered over and picked up Fan Wenxuan's body, and his hands were cold.

Mo Jue hurriedly probed Fan Wenxuan's snort: "No ......"

Immediately after that, the pulse was measured, and the heartbeat was listened to, without exception, there was none.

Fan Wenxuan, dead?

Mo Jue opened his mouth and sat down on the snow, unable to accept this sudden bad news.

Why did the person who gave him a bun last night die?

After a while, Mo Jue finally recovered a little, and he picked up Fan Wenxuan's body with trembling hands, wanting to walk into the depths of the snow.

At this time, it seemed that something slipped from Fan Wenxuan's arms and fell into the snow and smashed a hole.

Mo Jue carefully placed Fan Wenxuan on the ground and peeled off the snow.

I saw two money bags, one large and one small, lying quietly in the snow, the small money bags were shriveled and somewhat damaged, and there was a word 'wine' embroidered on them, which I thought was used by Fan Wenxuan to buy wine on weekdays.

The other big purse was brand new, because it had been bought recently, and it was stuffed to the brim, with a line of small characters crookedly embroidered on it, but it was not real.

Mo Jue picked up the money bag and stepped forward to see what was embroidered on it.

At this look, Mo Jue stayed in place, pursing his lips tightly, as if suppressing his emotions, two lines of hot tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the snow.

In Mo Jue's opinion, it should be embroidered with words like 'for marrying a daughter-in-law', but it is embroidered:

Buy buns for the ink boy.

Looking at the crooked words on it, Mo Jue could imagine: Fan Wenxuan clumsily held the needle and thread, embroidering stitch by stitch on a brand-new money bag.

Mo Jue solemnly stuffed the money bag back into Fan Wenxuan's arms, and walked forward with him in his arms.

Somewhere on the mountain, Mo Jue was sitting on his knees, carving something on a wooden board.

In front of him, there was a simple tomb, and Fan Wenxuan was sleeping in it.

Mo Jue stuck the wooden plank in his hand in front of the grave, and a simple and rough tombstone was formed.

Brother, the tomb of Fan Wenxuan, Mo Jue.

Looking at the words he had carved with his own hands, Mo Jue kowtowed three times with a calm face.

Winshare ...... Brother, don't worry, Qin Dang will come to accompany you. ”

Mo Jue said fiercely, Xiao Cui's words convinced him that Fan Wenxuan's death was inseparable from Qin Dang.

It was the first time he knew what hatred was like.

In an alley outside the Qin Mansion.

Mo Jue walked slowly, with a long sword he bought on the road hanging from his waist, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the gate of the Qin Mansion.

A short time later, a housekeeper pushed open the door, walked out of it, and walked in the direction of the market.

Mo Jue's eyes fluctuated, he recognized this person.

This person's name is Bi Fu, and he is one of the few family members that Qin Dang trusts more.

After going through Bi Fu's information in his mind, Mo Jue rubbed his left hand, which was still aching, and slowly followed.

When Bi Fu walked to a secluded place, Mo Jue drew his long sword and approached the other party.

Holding the sword on Bi Fu's neck, Mo Jue said indifferently: "Don't move, go in!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a dead end on the left with his sword,

Bi Fu's body trembled: "Big ...... Hero, don't move...... Or go in?"

Mo Jue raised his leg and kicked it, and repeated in his mouth: "Go in." ”

The alley was not long, and soon the two came to an end.

Mo Jue put away his sword and said, "Turn around." ”

Hearing this, Bi Fu turned around slowly, and when he was halfway through, he suddenly fell to the ground with a very fast thud, kowtowed again and again, and shouted in his mouth:

"The hero spares his life, the villain has an old mother to support me, and a child is waiting to be fed, one does not hurt the heavens and reason, and the other is not a traitor............ Is that you?"

Bi Fu kowtowed, saw Mo Jue's appearance, and then coughed embarrassedly twice and stood up, pretending to say:

"It's Mo Jue, what's the matter with me? I'm very busy......

Before he finished speaking, a long sword was placed around his neck again, and Mo Jue was obviously a little impatient: "How did Fan Wenxuan die, do you know?"

Bi Fu's eyes froze, and he hesitated for a moment: "No...... Knowing knows, the little ones know. The little ones know!"

As soon as Bi Fu wanted to shirk and said that he didn't know, the long sword on his neck approached, and the blade that exuded cold made his skin ach faintly, so he quickly changed his words.

"Be specific. ”

Hearing Mo Jue's words, Bi Fu hesitantly pointed to the sword next to his neck: "Can you move away a little, I'm afraid ......"

Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Bi Fu could only continue:

"Early in the morning, the public ...... Qin Dang originally wanted to let you go over to practice boxing with him like he did a few days ago. This is a practice of boxing, it is clearly a beating......"

Bi Fu observed Mo Jue's expression while speaking, and originally wanted to say that he was a child, but he was keenly aware of the change in Mo Jue's expression, and hurriedly changed his words:

"But before Qin Dang let Xiaocui find you, Fan Wenxuan came and said...... also said that he came to accompany Qin Dang to practice today, then Qin Dang is a very unreasonable person, how could he agree......

Bi Fu seems to say a lot, but in fact it is useless.

The long sword in Mo Jue's hand advanced one more point, leaving a day's blood mark on Bi Fu's neck, and he interrupted him impatiently: "Talk about the point." ”

"Yes!"

Bi Fu saw the fierce light flashing in Mo Jue's eyes, forcibly held back the fear in his heart, and only replied resignedly, and continued:

"Later, Qin Dang insisted on you going, Fan Wenxuan was angry and just contradicted him a few words, then Qin Dang became angry and asked a few of us to hold him down......"

Hearing this, Mo Jue's eyes flashed, and he asked in a deep voice:

"What are the people?

When Mo Jue said the second half of the sentence, his emotions suddenly became intense, and Bi Fu shrank his neck in fright, and then continued:

"I, Iron Pillar, Wen Liang, Second Dog. Just the four of us, and then ...... Later, Qin Dang was angry with Fan Wenxuan, and in the end he felt that he was not happy, so he just.... Only... A sword turned him off.. Let's throw it to the south of the city and leave..."

As he spoke, Bi Fu paused for a moment and asked cautiously, "I have said everything I know, can you not kill me?"

Mo Jue recycled the long sword and smiled slightly: "Don't worry..."

Before Bi Fu could relax, Mo Jue pierced through his chest with a sword,

Watching Bi Fu slowly fall, Mo Jue finished the second half of the sentence: "None of you can run..."

The location of the wound is exactly the same as that on Fan Wenxuan's body.

Mo Jue didn't care which side was the dream anymore, he just wanted to vent his anger now.

Hastily covering Bi Fu's body, Mo Jue turned around and walked towards the Qin Mansion, but was unexpectedly seen by Xiao Cui, who happened to be passing by.

Xiao Cui stood at the mouth of the alley, her eyes wide open, and she looked at Mo Jue with a look of horror.

Mo Jue pursed his lips, and the long sword returned to the sheath was drawn again: "Come to think of it, you also have a share, right?"

Xiao Cui retreated again and again, making a gesture to run, but suddenly remembered something, stopped and said to Mo Jue: "Are you looking for Qin Dang to take revenge, I can help you..."

Mo Jue lowered his face, did not answer Xiao Cui's words, and continued to walk towards her.

Xiao Cui was a little anxious: "I can really help you!"

As he spoke, he took out a money bag and showed it to Mo Jue.

"That's..."

Mo Jue was a little puzzled, the money bag was the same style as Fan Wenxuan's body, and the word 'wine' was also embroidered on it.

Seeing that Mo Jue stopped, Xiao Cui breathed a sigh of relief and explained:

"Originally... After this year, you should call me sister-in-law... I saw that his money bag was no longer in shape, so I made a new one for him, who knows..."