Mrs. Ma was a little speechless, Su Zhuo had already guessed that there was a problem here, and now hearing her say this, she was even more determined in her heart. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Duan Lihua asked Su Zhuo's doubts: "This sister-in-law, you might as well tell us about the situation, maybe we can help!"

Mrs. Ma shook her head and said, "No, there is no situation, you better not ask again!"

Su Zhuo didn't know why she deliberately concealed it, sighed, and said, "Mrs. Ma, do you know that Master Ma once sent a letter before he died?"

Mrs. Ma was stunned for a moment and said, "How do you know? I personally sent out the letter. Is it ......?"

Su Zhuo said: "You guessed right, that letter was written to me! I saw the letter and heard the news of Master Ma's death, so I thought that there must be something hidden in it, so I rushed here!"

Mrs. Ma was taken aback and said, "I remember that the letter was addressed to ...... Are you Mr. Su? Why do you look like this?"

Su Zhuo pointed to his lips and said, "Be quiet, I'll talk about this later." Mrs. Ma, I am here for Master Ma's death, you should tell me the truth about his death!"

Mrs. Ma burst into tears and choked up: "Mr. Su, it's really you! You still came after all! I sent the letter out that night, and my husband regretted it." He said that he told you not to come here in his letter, but when this letter was delivered, you had to come. He said he had hurt you. But by that time, the messenger had already set out and could not catch up. The husband didn't sleep all night, and the next morning, he suddenly coughed up blood. Before he died, he repeatedly told me not to tell my relatives and friends about his death, only that he had died of a sudden illness. ”

Su Zhuo nodded and said, "No wonder." There were so many friends in the dart game in front of Master Ma, and none of them were upset for him. That's why!"

Duan Lihua said: "Master Ma said that, it seems that he knows who the murderer of him is." And because this person has a big background, he is afraid of affecting his relatives and friends, so he doesn't want others to know the truth about his death!"

Su Zhuo nodded: "That's right! The reason why he wrote to me and asked me not to come to Shuzhong is naturally for this reason." From this point of view, the murderer who killed him is probably in Shuzhong, or even in this Chengdu City!"

"What?" Duan Lihua and Mrs. Ma were taken aback at the same time. Mrs. Ma said: "Mr. Su is saying that the enemy who killed my husband is in this city?"

Su Zhuo nodded and said, "Madam, can you tell me what Master Ma did on the day of the accident and who he met?"

Mrs. Ma invited the two into the house and sat down, thought for a while, and said: "Since the incident three years ago, the husband has never walked the dart anymore, and has lived in seclusion every day, just tending to the flowers and plants. He didn't have anything to do on the day of the accident. By the way, a friend came to invite him out for tea that morning, saying that he was introduced to some scholar. If this had been before, the husband would never have gone. He never dealt with any readers. But after living in seclusion, he no longer practiced martial arts, and he liked to read books when he had nothing to do. I also often corresponded with some literati who danced and wrote. So I didn't have any doubts that day and went there. ”

Su Zhuo frowned and asked, "Do you know who he went to see?"

Mrs. Ma shook her head and said, "I don't know who I saw." He didn't usually tell me that, so I didn't ask. When he began to cough up blood the next day, he wouldn't say anything no matter how much I asked. ”

Su Zhuo asked again: "Do you know the friend who came to invite him?"

Mrs. Ma nodded and said, "That person is the owner of the largest calligraphy and painting shop in the city, Shi Qiankun." He has been friends with his husband for a few years now, and he has never had any problems. ”

Su Zhuo frowned and pondered for a moment, then asked, "When did Master Ma come back that day, and what was wrong with him after he came back?"

Mrs. Ma thought for a moment and said, "My husband came back from lunch, and after he came back, he didn't say anything, so he locked himself in the study and didn't come out until dinner. But I could vaguely see a hole in the corner of his eye, as if he was fighting. I also asked, who knew that he scolded him!"

She paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Mr. Su, I almost forgot." Before he died, the husband took out a piece of paper from his arms, wrapped it in a piece of cloth, and shouted not to open it. After shouting a few times, he died. ”

Su Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Where is that thing?"

Mrs. Ma got up and walked to Ma Zhen's spiritual seat, and said, "I originally wanted to burn that thing, but then I thought that it must be unusual for my husband to attach so much importance to it when he was dying, so I put it under the tablet." As he spoke, he moved Ma Zhen's tablet slightly, took out a piece of paper wrapped in cloth, and handed it to Su Zhuo.

Su Zhuo was holding the cloth bag, which was very light inside, and he could feel that there was indeed only a piece of paper inside. But what is it that would be so solemn that it should be wrapped in cloth? He muttered the last words that Ma Zhen shouted: "Don't open, don't open ......" but gently opened the cloth in his hand.

Duan Lihua couldn't help but shout: "Be careful!"

Su Zhuo glanced at her, still opened the cloth bag, only glanced at it, and his face changed suddenly. Duan Lihua also stood next to her and took a look, but she was a little confused. Sure enough, there was only one page in the cloth bag, and it was a long piece of paper. The edges are jagged and torn from a book. The handwriting on the paper was mottled, and Duan Lihua read it twice, but she was also embarrassed, and she didn't know what was written at all.

However, Su Zhuo is very familiar with the content on this piece of paper. This piece of paper was torn from the Six Realms of Reincarnation Sutra, a page in the Hell Path!

Su Zhuo picked up the piece of paper, flipped it over and over and read it twice, and was sure that it was indeed torn from the original book, not copied. He wrapped the paper again and fell into deep thought. Duan Lihua saw that his face was heavy, and she didn't know what was going on, so she didn't dare to interject.

Su Zhuo said, "Madam, can I take this thing away?"

Mrs. Ma couldn't ask for it, so she said yes repeatedly. Su Zhuo lit three sticks of incense and bowed respectfully in front of Ma Zhenling. After hanging the souls of the dead, he walked out of the Ma Mansion with Duan Lihua. The streets are still bustling, and the sun is shining brightly today.

Su Zhuo looked up at the sky, suddenly staggered a step, and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Duan Lihua hurriedly supported him and said with concern: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Su Zhuo shook his head and said, "Maybe I'm too tired in the past two days." Let's go find an inn and get some rest!" he said, walking briskly forward.

However, Duan Lihua saw a deep sadness on Su Zhuo's face. After getting along for more than ten days, she had never seen Su Zhuo really worry about anything, and she always had a faint smile on her face, as if there was nothing he couldn't do. But what's going on today? Why did Mr. Su, who has great powers, also show such an expression? Could it be that something happened to him?

Duan Lihua also became worried, and carefully followed Su Zhuo to the inn and accompanied him into the room. Su Zhuo was really different from usual, as soon as he entered the room, he didn't say anything, he only felt lightheaded, his head was dizzy, and he lay down on the bed, and for a while he felt that his whole body was like thousands of blades, cutting off the flesh and skin, and then he felt that he was burning on fire and his blood was boiling. The pain made him cry out "Ah!" (to be continued.) )