An Sanniang's son was also kidnapped? Jiuji suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.
She looked at An Sanniang from a distance, and just as she was about to walk over, she was suddenly shouted and pushed away.
Jiu Ji was not the only one who was pushed away. There was a big road in front of the open space of the market. Since everyone gathered here, it was inevitable that some of the road would be taken up. At this time, a large red-topped sedan came from the other side.
The sedan was different from the sway of ordinary people's sedans. It moved very smoothly and smoothly without any bumps.
Jiu Ji raised her eyes and saw that the upper body of the person carrying the sedan was the same as a human being, but the lower body was dragging a long snake tail.
It's a snake man.
Snake people are a spiritual species in the jungles of southwest China, but only a handful of them can completely transform into human form like demons. Most snake people have been slaves of the demon world for thousands of years because of their strong limbs but lack of brain power.
Of course, common people like Jiuji couldn't afford slaves, only nobles could afford them.
And at the moment, it seems that only one sedan needs four.
Then the person sitting in the sedan chair will not be an ordinary monster.
At that moment, the person clearing the way for the sedan continued to shout, "Get out of the way! If you block the road again, if you get bitten, don't blame me for not warning you! Go away!"
As he spoke, the four snakemen spit out purple letters and looked towards passers-by on both sides.
Coincidentally, there happened to be a little girl with rabbit ears next to her. Before she could get out of the way, the snake man's letter almost touched her ears.
The little girl was so frightened that she staggered backwards.
Jiuji was right behind her and took her into her arms.
The person opening the way was still shouting, "Can't you hear that? I've disturbed the palace minister's grand carriage, and it won't be enough to compensate your whole family! Get out of the way..."
Under his words that were like repelling rats, people looked angry but could only move away.
The snake sedan finally passed the crowd, turned around, and headed all the way towards the majestic Jade Rat Cave Palace on the east mountain.
Jiuji calmly withdrew her gaze after the snake sedan submerged around the corner.
It turned out that the person sitting inside was the palace secretary of Jade Rat Cave Palace.
But when Jiu Ji turned around, she found that An Sanniang and the others were also gone.
The little girl with rabbit ears who was saved by her thanked her with lingering fear.
Jiuji saw that she looked like a six or seven-year-old mortal, with a pair of snow-white downy rabbit ears, holding her head in fear. Jiuji looked familiar to her, and remembered that she had seen her playing with other little monsters on the street. Touched her head.
"Don't be afraid, the snake sedan has gone far away." She asked the little girl, "Is it from the rabbit tribe? Do you know where An San's family lives?"
"Sister, I'm from the Rabbit Clan. My name is Tu Rong. Are you looking for An Sanniang who runs a herbal medicine shop? Their family lives next to my house!"
Jiu Ji nodded and said yes, and immediately asked Xiao Tu Rong to take her to An San's natal home.
Anjia, like most people, lives in a narrow alley like twigs extending from the main road.
Different from ordinary people's alleys, which are at least made up of shallow and narrow courtyards, the people living on both sides of the alley in this demon house are more crowded, with four or five floors built one after another, leaning crookedly against a kind of demon clay. He didn't fall down until he was confused.
The sun is gradually setting, and not far away is the majestic Jade Rat Cave Palace on the emerald trees. The sunlight is gilded with golden light on the edge of the glazed tiles.
But the palace also blocked the light of the setting sun, casting only large shadows slanting down, covering the shallow and narrow alleys of Yaofang.
Tu Rong said that An San's natal family lived in this crowded courtyard.
However, the two of them waited for half an hour at the entrance of the hospital, but did not wait for An Sanniang to come home.
Xiao Tu Rong's two long ears were tied into knots, she said to Jiu Ji embarrassedly.
"I didn't lie to my sister, their family lives here. But why is there no one? Is it because brother Quan Lang was taken away?"
She said Quan Lang was An Sanniang's eldest son.
After Tu Rong said this, he saw several demons passing by.
They had just returned from the open space where the case was being tried, and were talking about the case.
"Then Dali Temple asked mortals to identify it, and it actually identified Quan Lang. Now Quan Lang is captured by a mortal. God, what will Sanniang's family do..."
When Jiuji heard this, she said it was not good.
No wonder she had a dream with Li Ling that night. The dream meant that she was involved in this matter, and it turned out that she was really here.
It seemed that she wouldn't be able to wait for An Sanniang for a while, and even if she did, An Sanniang would not be in the mood to talk to her.
Jiu Ji looked at the crooked and crowded house of An San's parents' house again.
Did the murderer who killed the private school teacher only come from such a family?
*
Tokyo City, Dali Temple.
The vacated cell was surrounded by layers of barriers, and each layer was like a diamond shield, trapping the criminals inside.
Previously, Zhong Heqing asked three people who had met the student around Mr. Du to identify him, and all three people pointed at the tall, thin young man.
The boy's name is Quan Lang, and he lives in Shisan Lane, Yaofang, Tokyo. Although his mother is a raccoon demon of the raccoon tribe, he inherited his deceased father's clan and is a dog demon.
The directory shows that he is forty-eight years old, which is equivalent to a sixteen-year-old boy in the demon world. Therefore, he still lives with his mother and younger brother, and the family of three makes a living by running a elixir shop.
His family's elixir shop is located on a sparsely populated road. It has an inconspicuous appearance and is not well-known in Yaofang. However, it has been able to sustain itself for many years because it has herbs that are not available in the nearby medicine shop.
In addition, Quan Lang's family, like most people in the village, has neither wealth nor foundation to rely on.
Zhong Heqing walked through the dark and narrow tunnel and saw the imprisoned dog demon in a cell with only a small lamp lit.
As soon as he walked in, the boy showed his fangs.
The fangs were pale white, exactly as Jiu Ji and Li Ling said.
"What do you mortals think?!"
The barrier blocked the young man's anger within the cell. Zhong Heqing's expression did not change and he looked him up and down.
"Why did you kill? And it was your husband who killed you?"
When he asked, the temple chief Liao Chun immediately took notes.
However, the young man glared over angrily.
"I didn't kill anyone! It's even more impossible for me to kill sir!
He gritted his teeth, "You can't arrest me as a murderer just because someone saw something!"
He roared, causing the shackles on his hands to clank, and the Taoist priest guarding him immediately warned him.
"Be honest! You don't want me to recite the curse to subdue the demon again, do you?"
The young man's eyes turned red, and Temple Prime Minister Liao Chun broke into a cold sweat, but he still spoke boldly.
"We have seen a lot of prisoners in Dali Temple, and you excused them all like this. You'd better think clearly and give an explanation."
Zhong Heqing folded his hands and remained silent.
When the young man heard this, he was so angry that he laughed.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me, you wouldn't believe in demons... Since you don't believe it, why are you asking me what to do?! I only have one sentence, I didn't kill anyone, let alone kill Mr.!"
Liao Chun shook his head while recording.
Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest guarding the prison saluted and asked Zhong Heqing.
"This monster is rebellious. Should we cast a spell on it?"
Before he finished speaking, the boy, who was like a trapped animal, roared with red eyes.
"Is this how your Dali Temple solves crimes?"
As soon as he said these words, the Taoist priest made seals with his hands without waiting for orders to recite the spell to subdue the demon.
But Zhong Heqing suddenly raised his hand to stop him.
The Taoist priest was surprised, and the young man in the prison was also stunned for a moment.
He saw that in front of the dimly lit prison door, the young minister from Dali Temple picked up the oil lamp and lit two more lamps himself.
The lights were turned on, making the prison much brighter. The firelight shone on his face, making the mortal young man's eyes so dark that it was difficult to distinguish them.
"You should be very aware of the circumstances of Mr. Du's death. The old man taught and educated people with kindness, but in the end, half of his body was torn apart by animal teeth and died on the street. More than half a month after his death, the murderer is still at large."
He spoke very slowly, word for word, and the young man's eyes, which were originally red with anger, now overflowed with water.
Zhong Heqing asked directly, "Then do you know who killed the old gentleman?"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, the young man's tears fell heavily.
But he shook his head in pain.
"I don't know, I don't know what killed sir! That night, when I rushed there, it was already too late, and I only saw a black shadow running away from the night..."
He said that when he got older, he wanted to learn some mortal words so that he could run his family's drug store, but the private schools in the demon village were very expensive and he couldn't afford them. He heard that there was an old mortal man in Pingjiao Square. Shu Xiu didn't think much of Shu Xiu when he accepted students. Even if he brought a bag of Chen rice, as long as the students were willing to learn, he would accept them.
After Quan Lang heard about it, he carried two large bags of herbs to Mr. Du's private school.
He pretended to be a mortal young man and wanted his husband to teach him how to read a few words. However, he could only randomly mention where he lived and who his parents were. But his desire to study was not fake. Mr. Du only looked at him a few more times before accepting it.
His origin was unknown, so he only dared to go to the Du family's bookstore when there were few people around. The old man never asked anything.
But after a year of studying, my family's business was getting worse and worse. It wasn't that I had no money to study, but that I was running out of time. In order to support his family, he took a job with the owner of the shop, Xiong You, and often went to work in the mountains and fields. He came to say goodbye to Mr. Du, saying that he would have no time to study in the future.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Du refused to let him go, so he came up and asked a question.
"Is Quan Lang a demon?"
Quan Lang was shocked at the time and subconsciously wanted to run away, but his husband comforted him with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I've known it for a long time. Whether it's a human being or a demon, reading is for the purpose of making progress. There is no reason why only mortals can read and demons can't."
He said, "Although you know a lot of words, literacy and reading and understanding are two different things. Now that you have finally learned all the words, wouldn't it be a pity to drop out of school when it's time to learn things? Don't give up, even if it's half a month. It’s enough if you come just once, I won’t accept you as a cultivator, as long as you are willing to come.”
Quan Lang listened, his heart trembled for a moment and he was speechless.
Mr. Du smiled gently and bowed to the sky, "Master, the students have no other abilities. If you can educate a few more people with your knowledge, you will live up to what you have learned."
... ...
The flickering candlelight in the dark dungeon illuminated the water in the young man's eyes.
He said that his teacher told him that day, "Learning is not about knowing a few words and memorizing a few questions. It is about learning from the heart and asking questions about life."
At that time, he scratched his head and said that he was not a human being and "the student is just a monster."
The old gentleman stroked his gray beard and laughed.
"The same goes for demons. Slowly, things will get better."
