This way you can at least be full for the time being and don't have to worry about dying at any time.
Zhao Jin looked at the refugee camp, which was devastated. His ears were filled with cries and screams of pain. Every once in a while, someone would die of serious injuries or hunger.
This is not an extremely cold winter day, otherwise more people will die.
"Uncle, aunt, do you know the leading supervisor? Is it him who gave the order?"
"this……"
The old man hesitated and said: "The official must have spoken to a lot of innocent people. As for how we recognize the people, we can only recognize the clothes. As for who gave the order, we don't even know!"
Zhao Jin sighed regretfully.
It would be better if these people could serve as witnesses to correct me.
It is very difficult for Mr. Fu to return to Kyoto because he is "missed" by people in Kyoto. He can only return to Kyoto with physical evidence, and there is no possibility of any witnesses.
Only when the witnesses and physical evidence are complete can the entire case be made watertight.
It's just a pity that, let alone knowing Kong Yue, they probably don't even know the people around Kong Yue, so they won't be able to serve as witnesses in this case.
"Mr. Lang, please stay."
Just when Zhao Jin was feeling lost, a woman's voice sounded from behind.
Zhao Jin and Gu Qingjue turned their heads at the same time and looked at the owner of the voice.
She was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, as tall as Zhao Jin's shoulders, with messy hair with grass clippings on it, and a sallow face, which made her eyes look extraordinarily big.
She looked at the two of them timidly, clenching her fists nervously and placing them on the outside of her thighs.
"Girl, you called us?"
The girl in front of her nodded and took two steps forward. Both of them looked down at the same time and saw that on this early spring day, the girl only had a pair of worn-out cloth shoes on her feet.
The cloth shoes obviously didn't fit her feet. Her big female toes were exposed and were sore from the cold.
This man's action made the girl in front of him calm down: "These shoes belong to my sister. She died last month. These shoes were taken off her feet."
Zhao Jin: “Where are your parents?”
"They are all dead, and I am the only one left in the family."
The two grown men didn't know what to say at this moment.
Zhao Jin grew up in Kyoto, and the most miserable person he had ever seen was Liu Shaoan from Liujia Village. But when Liu Shaoan was miserable, he was not as miserable as the girl in front of him.
As for Gu Qingjue, he is quite miserable.
Both parents are dead, but at least he still has younger siblings and an unmarried wife.
When his life was at its most difficult, he still had black-noodle steamed buns to eat, clean shoes to wear, and a spacious and bright house to live in.
He is much luckier than this girl.
Zhao Jin wanted to say that if she wanted to, she could go back to Beijing with him, and he would find something for her to do, which would at least support him.
But she heard her say: "You two gentlemen, you want witnesses, right?"
Zhao Jin nodded after taking two breaths.
"Girl, if you don't want to do it, don't force it."
"I wish, my family members are all dead, and I happened to have seen the appearance of that adult, who beat my sister to death with his own hands."
Zhao Jin was not sure whether the adult the girl was talking about was Kong Yue.
But regardless of whether it is true or not, it is better to have such a personal certificate than not.
In this way, the two of them took the girl named Xiaodie and prepared to return to Beijing, but Xiaodie was too weak to travel day and night like them.
He had no choice but to decide that Gu Qingjue would take the first step.
Trying his best to stop her, Zhao Jin took Xiaodie to recuperate for two days, and then returned to Beijing after her health improved.
Gu Qingjue's speed was not very fast, and he met Ying Xi half a day later.
Ying Xi returned from Chongyi and drove very fast all the way. He was too tired and had no intention of paying attention to the people on the road, so he just drove past Gu Qingjue.
Gu Qingjue followed Ying Xi not far or near.
By the time Ying Xi realized what was happening, the two of them had already entered Runing Mansion (today's Zhumadian, Henan Province), which was only half a day's journey from Kyoto.
They didn't see Mr. Fu along the way. According to his footsteps, he should have entered Beijing by now.
After Ying Xi noticed that someone was following him, he deliberately walked to the path, drove the horses away, and then hid in a big tree and waited for the visitor.
When Gu Qingjue changed direction in Ying Xi, he knew that the other party must have noticed it.
We still have half a day to go to Kyoto, so it’s time.
It was eerily quiet in the woods, and the midday sun cast mottled light and shadow through the dense trees.
The horse under Gu Qingjue stopped moving when it was about two feet away from the big tree, as if it had sensed the murderous intention ahead.
Gu Qingjue held the horse rope with his left hand, and his right hand was quietly placed on the hilt of the sword.
The horse was spinning in circles uneasily. Gu Qingjue held his breath and observed his surroundings attentively.
Suddenly the air flow behind him floated, Gu Qingjue's ears twitched slightly, and then his body dodged to the left at an extremely fast speed.
Almost at the same moment, Gu Qingjue jumped up, with his right foot on the horse's back. When he turned back, the sharp sword in the hand of Ying Xi, a masked man in black, was already pointing towards Gu Qingjue. Come stabbing.
Gu Qingjue did not dodge, but directly engaged Ying Xi in mid-air.
Both of them were masters, and they had no tricks. All their moves were aimed at each other's life gate. The more Ying Xi fought, the more frightened he became.
In terms of internal strength, he is naturally inferior to himself.
After all, he has been practicing martial arts for twenty-six years, but this man's sword style is very similar to the Lingxiao sword style, the most powerful of the Zeng family's sword skills that has disappeared.
Sword cultivators all know that Zeng's swordsmanship is unique among their sword cultivators.
And Ling Xiao's swordsmanship is an unattainable peak.
Where did the man in front of me, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, learn the Lingxiao Sword Technique?
"Are you a member of the Zeng family?"
"I am the disciple who has defeated myself."
Ying Xi was really shocked. He knew that Zeng Shengji was not dead, but he didn't know that Zeng Shengji had accepted a disciple in the past four or five years, and that his disciple was so powerful.
Masters compete not only in sword style, but also in mentality.
There is also the Lingxiao sword technique, which is fast and unbreakable, and is most suitable for Gu Qingjue's character.
When Ying Xi's inner defense line was torn open by Gu Qingjue, it was only a matter of time before he was strangled.
Half an hour later, Ying Xi's proud swordsmanship was finally defeated by a young man under the age of seventeen, and the price of his failure was his life.
Killing Ying Xi was equivalent to cutting off Kong Chong's arm.
The next step is to slowly cut off his tentacles one by one, and then uproot his power rooted in the court.
There is no chance for him to stand up again.
Fu Bi returned to Beijing with evidence, shocking both the government and the public.
For his own selfish gain, Kong Yue killed dozens of innocent civilians, used the corpses of civilians to emerge as rebels, and falsely claimed military honors. Not only that, in those days in Guiyang County, he raped young girls, and many girls resisted and were beaten to death. .
Kong Yue cried bitterly in the main hall. Even if Fu Bi threw evidence in front of him, he still shouted that he was wronged.
It was all done by his men.
Fu Bi was so angry that he couldn't hold it back and kicked Kong Yue on the chest.
There is another chapter at noon!
(End of chapter)
