I became the villain's deceased wife

Master Xuanqing was not expecting to be hit so hard that he staggered twice and almost fell down.

I didn't notice that something in my waist pocket broke, and the liquid inside seeped out and dripped all over my body.

Song Tian picked up the porcelain bottle he had placed on the table and poured it on him!

The places on his body that were wet turned blood red.

Song Tian pretended to be surprised:

"Oh my, where did this monster come from? He actually owes so much blood debt, he must be a vicious criminal!

My husband, quickly take him to the authorities, so that he won't cause trouble to the world again!"

Xie Yunzhe reacted and responded:

"Yes, ma'am."

He walked up to the master, grabbed his arm, and was about to walk out.

When Master Xuanqing saw that the truth was revealed, he instinctively wanted to escape before everyone could react, but he didn't expect that Xie Yunzhe was faster than him.

"You, you...let go!"

As a habitual criminal who roamed the streets, it was impossible for him to only have the trick he just used. He reached into his pocket to take out lime powder in order to blind Xie Yunzhe's eyes.

But he found that the bottles and jars in his pocket had already been kicked into pieces.

The quicklime powder was mixed with liquid and emitted hot steam with a hissing sound. It burned a hole in his precious monk's robe and was extremely hot when it touched his skin.

“Ouch… Ouch, ouch…”

Master Xuanqing, the "highly accomplished monk", was scalded and danced around in the hall, tearing his clothes around his waist with his hands.

Xie family members: ...

Song Tian watched the farce in front of her with great interest.

I noticed that during the tug of war, a little skin on the back of the monk's neck was lifted up.

So he quickly took it off.

The monk's entire head was grasped completely in her hand!

Everyone in the Xie family:...

So exciting!

"Everyone has seen that this is nothing but a charlatan."

Song Tian pulled the hood in her hand. She didn't expect that the monk's head was also fake.

However, the headgear in my hand is soft and elastic, a bit like rubber, and very realistic, which is indeed rare in this era.

"Master Xuanqing" had already huddled in a corner with his head full of black hair, not caring about the burns on his waist.

Song Tian continued to reveal the secret:

"The bloodstain he left just now is just the product of the two drugs mixing and changing color. I asked my husband to kick the things in his waist pocket and then pour this bottle of stuff on it. The two reactions had the same effect."

Everyone in the Xie family was still stunned.

Especially Xie Boqing.

He felt that he had no place to put his old face.

"You are such a big liar, you actually managed to trick the clan leader, why don't you get out of here!"

Xie Bocheng suddenly jumped up and started punching and kicking the fake monk, pulling his thick hair and pushing him out.

Xie Yunzhe blocked his way.

"Wait a minute, Third Uncle. There is something I don't understand. I need to get evidence from this liar."

Xie Bocheng was not willing to give him this chance, so he grabbed the fake monk's collar and dragged him out.

"He's just a liar. What's the point of collecting evidence? I think we should get rid of him quickly. If outsiders see him, where will our Xie family's face be!"

The stunned Xie Boqing suddenly swallowed.

That's exactly what he thought.

But Xie Yunzhe is not easy to fool.

He reached out and grabbed the fake monk's hair and pulled him back.

The fake monk grimaced in pain, but managed to hold back and not scream.

"This is about the fire in my house. My nephew must ask!"

Xie Yunzhe took the lead with a gloomy face.

Xie Boqing recovered and said:

"Nephew, you said it was about the fire in your house? But is there anything strange about it?"

He also found it very strange that a fire broke out for no reason in broad daylight, so he believed the fake monk's story about the "evil spirit".

Xie Yunzhe straightened his expression, still holding the fake monk's hair with one hand.

"To be honest with you, my wife and I found kerosene used for setting fires behind the house, and there were footprints extending from the back of the house to the stone road leading to Xiejia Village.

So I suspect that the arsonist came directly to the Xie Family Ancestral Hall after setting the fire!"

When Xie Bocheng heard the footprints, he panicked and looked down at his shoes unconsciously.

This was the first time he had done such an immoral thing and he had no experience.

Great!

Xie Yunzhe smiled contemptuously and raised the fake monk in his hand.

"Plus, this liar kept saying that I was an evil star, and it was obvious that he was targeting me. Therefore, my nephew has reason to suspect that he is the arsonist who set fire to my house!"

As soon as he said this, the fake monk who had been obediently serving under him suddenly cried out for justice.

"I was just under someone's orders, and I just wanted to cheat some money to spend, but I didn't do anything that was against the law!"

He raised his head in panic, his hair was disheveled and he was covered in red paint. There was a hole in his clothes around his waist. He looked dishevelled and there was no trace of the dignity of "Master Xuanqing" at all.

"He, he told me to say that. He was the one who set the fire in your house. He said he would give me 100 taels of silver and told me to deceive the people in the clan..."

Seeing that he was about to be charged with arson, the fake monk quickly identified the real culprit - Xie Bocheng.

Xie Bocheng was panicked, but still refused to admit it:

“You are slandering me!

Chief, fellow elders, he is a habitual liar, and his words cannot be trusted..."

"Then report it to the official!"

Song Tian interrupted him angrily.

"Yes, report to the official!"

Xie Yunzhe also followed suit.

"The incident happened not long ago. The footprints behind my house can definitely match those of the suspect. Moreover, kerosene is controlled by the government. There are only a few stores selling it in Fenglin County. We can trace who bought it and how much they bought..."

Xie Bocheng's entire expression fell apart.

He really has too little experience and is not as smart as this kid.

"Brother, what happened?"

Just when the fight was getting out of hand, another person came into the court.

This man was about the same age as Xie Bocheng, with a square face, a full forehead, bright eyes, a straight nose, a thick black beard under his chin, and he wore a gray scholar's gown.

When he entered the room, he lifted his robe with both hands, his movements were elegant and refined.

Xie Boqing finally found his savior:

"Fifth brother, why are you back?"

A glimmer of light appeared on Xie Bocheng's cracked face, but the man who had just entered glared at him and he stood there without moving.

"The academy is closed today, and I came back to visit my elder brother and the uncles and elders because I haven't come back to see them for a long time."

The man's name is Xie Boyong.

He is the fifth among the Xie family's generations, a juren (a scholar) and now works as a teacher at Qingshan Academy in the county seat.

In ancient times, there was an inexplicable worship of scholars, and Xie Boyong was highly respected by the entire Xie clan.

Of course, Xie Yunzhe's father, Xie Bolan, passed the imperial examination and became a Beijing official. Before the incident, he was more respected than Xie Boyong, but he is now despised.

"Fifth brother, you came back just in time..."

Xie Boqing finally caught someone who could make decisions for him, and told him everything that had happened.

After hearing this, Xie Boyong's face was filled with anger, and he glared at Xie Bocheng fiercely:

"Third brother is already old, I didn't expect him to do such a shameless thing!

If Bo Lan were still alive, how would you face your brother? "

Xie Bocheng looked up at him in surprise, but was glared back by Xie Boyong.

"You must give Yunzhe an explanation today, otherwise you will no longer be a descendant of the Xie family!"