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Bu Qinghe raised his sword and stabbed it, the sword pierced through his chest and out his back.

An Yisheng felt that his short life was really unfortunate, so he went out for a walk, and when he looked back, those old people had changed one by one.The younger sister thought she was dead and fell into boundless hatred, and she did something wrong with her brother.

These things couldn't make him put down and recognize them. If An Hongdou knew that she didn't recognize her own brother in front of her, and even wanted to kill him, how would she face it.If Bu Qinghe knew that the people who were there that night were former brothers, how would they get along with each other in the future.

Everything has changed, and death is the best ending.

Bu Qinghe pierced him with a sword, and the blood sprayed on his white clothes, like plum blossoms falling in the snow. He, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, didn't care, he just wanted to poke a few more holes.

Mr. Cui came in and was about to speak when he met Shang Bu Qinghe's hideous face.Bu Qinghe's eyes looked like a giant mad beast. Mr. Cui had never seen him like this before, he was slightly taken aback, and then said softly: "Young master, old lady..."

Before Mr. Cui finished speaking, Bu Qinghe roared: "She only cares about the glory and wealth and the thing she raised, so she doesn't care about our life or death."

Bu Qinghe shed tears.

Mr. Cui was noncommittal, he knew that Mrs. Bu used her grandson to raise Gu, and Bu Qinghe felt depressed. These years, he just worked hard to practice swords. Although he didn't say anything, the pain of being used by his relatives may not calm.

"Young master, don't think too much, go with the teacher first, otherwise... the old lady will blame you again." Mr. Cui said after thinking about it.

Bu Qinghe dropped the sword in his hand and ran over with Mr. Cui.

Mrs. Bu was furious. When she searched for the poison mark on Zhijin's body and found it in the stone room in the west courtyard, she found that Jinjin had already died.The other party is very clever, and understands that there is a kind of heart-linking Gu in the brocade, as long as one party is alive, the other party can always track it through the Gu phase.

Nanny An killed Zhijin with a slow poison. Zhijin lost consciousness first and became a living dead, and then died after a few hours of poisoning. During this period, the Gu in the body would not think that the host was dead.

This is to tune the tiger away from the mountain, the old lady Bu reacted very quickly, and immediately took people back to her garden cave, only to find An Hongdou, who was dying, and after investigating, it turned out that the Thousand Weaving Gu had been taken away.

The old lady Bu was furious, her palms twitched, the ground in the stone room shook, the water in the pool burst, and a spider scorpion flew up from the bottom of the pool.Zhou stepped forward to persuade: "Old lady calm down."But he was knocked to the ground by the palm wind.

"Old slut, I'm at odds with you!"

Bu Qinghe arrived and helped An Hongdou up, only to hear An Hongdou mutter: "Brother, brother..."

Unexpectedly, even though Hongdou was seriously injured, she was still thinking about her brother.However, thinking of those ugly words, Bu Qinghe couldn't help feeling a burst of hatred, his brows stood erect and his eyes were burning with fire.

The old lady Bu ran out, stood on the highest peak in the back garden, looked down at the entire Bu Mansion, and screamed: "Old bitch, come out, I know you are here! Get out quickly." She looked crazy.

"Old lady, please take care." Everyone urged.

A voice came from somewhere far away. "Ahahaha, old villain, the night of the next full moon will be the date of your death. Ahhahaha..."

Looking for the sound, Mrs. Bu rushed over like a gust of wind.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay for a moment, Mrs. Bu went mad and lost her composure, as if she had lost her soul.Mrs. Zhou brought An Hongdou to heal his wounds, and Bu Qinghe came back with Cui Xiucai. An Yisheng's body was nowhere to be found inside, and he searched for the bloodstains. The bloodstains disappeared at the gate of An Yisheng's former courtyard, and there was no trace again.

Bu Qinghe concluded that the ugly monster was dead, so he stopped investigating.He looked at Cui Xiucai in a daze, and said: "Everyone knows that I was raised by my grandmother, but they lied to me, and you lied to me too! When I learned the truth, I wanted to go crazy. What is the meaning, just to satisfy those of you who are obsessed with martial arts?"

"Ahem..." Bu Qinghe let go of the handkerchief, there was blood on it. "Although Gu has been removed, the problems left by Gu in the body over the years have not diminished at all. Today you also saw that the treasure that the old lady cherished all her life, hehe, lost it. It's good to lose it, this thing kills Killed my grandfather, killed my father, and wanted to kill me!"

Cui Xiucai said: "Master, it's not what you think."

Bu Qinghe: "What else can I think? Since Xiujin hinted to me that day that someone had been killing me, she was killed; Ah Sheng also disappeared. I have always suspected that he ran into the old lady and was killed." If you finish your mouth, the person whose husband and children can go down, what else can't be done!"

Cui Xiucai: "I don't deny the others, but she didn't kill Master An."

Bu Qinghe became weaker and weaker, his face turned blue, and his lips were pale: "The ugly bastard said they killed him. Although the old lady didn't silence him, it was also because of her. If he didn't come to Bu's mansion, he would definitely marry a wife outside. Give birth to a child and live a hundred years old.”

Cui Xiucai put down the sword in her hand and sat down: "She did all this for you."

"He killed us because of us? That's really great!" Bu Qinghe retorted, "She settled down for them. She knocked me unconscious when she discovered the secret cave in the back garden. In fact, I could hear their conversation all the time. It is the greatest misfortune for our Bu family to be infected with them."

Bu Qinghe hadn't been sick like this for a long time, presumably too many things happened today, which suddenly aroused his long-standing grievances.

Cui Xiucai wanted to order someone to decoct the medicine, but when he looked up, he found that there was no one to order.Today, the secret room in the west courtyard of the Bu Mansion was exposed to the eyes of everyone, and the old lady was insane, and the few remaining women and maids who could escape escaped. Presumably, the secrets of the Bu Mansion will be revealed in a few days.

Bu Qinghe still fell down, Cui Xiucai hugged him, with affection, this son of an old man, he was watched by himself to grow up, all the things in between, how could he be described in one word.

Cui Xiucai carried Bu Qinghe to Li's residence, where Li was burning incense and praying to Buddha.She looked at her son, asked Song Chun next to him to cook the medicine, and left Yong Xia to help him to the bed.

Cui Xiucai didn't leave immediately, but called quietly: "A Yuan..."

Mrs. Li said seriously: "There is no A Yuan here, only Mrs. Bu, Mr. Cui, please respect yourself."

"I know you blame me, and I don't ask you to forgive me. I'm here to say goodbye to you now." Cui Xiucai spoke affectionately, with inexplicable past sorrows and grievances.

Mrs. Li was not moved, and her expression remained the same: "You and I have no friendship, so you don't need to say goodbye to me."

Cui Xiucai finally couldn't help it: "You really hate me that much?"

After a long time, Mrs. Li said slowly: "I won't hate you, anything about you has nothing to do with me."

There was indescribable pain in Cui Xiucai's eyes, he stopped going any further, gave Mrs. Li a deep bow, turned around and strode away.

After an unknown amount of time, Mrs. Li turned around slowly, with tears in her eyes, she whispered, "I don't hate you, so who should I hate?"

At night, when the lamp was lit, Mrs. Li closed the courtyard door, not wanting anyone to come in.She was sitting alone by the lamp at this time, waiting for Bu Qinghe on the bed to wake up. There were some things she had to explain to her son.

Bu Qinghe woke up and saw his mother.

Mrs. Li didn't cry and lament, nor did she sob in a low voice, she was very calm, which gave Bu Qinghe a sense of foreboding.

"Mother..." Bu Qinghe was puzzled, wanting to ask if something happened again.

"Qing'er, you're awake, let my mother take a look at you, are you better?" Li Shi touched his son's forehead, carefully studied his face, as if he wanted to imprint every detail in his mind.

Bu Qinghe held Li Shi's hand, and he instinctively felt that someone was going to leave him. "mother...?"

Li let go of his hand, and suddenly said: "Mother has always known what your father died of, and she has always known what your illness is about. Mother has been lying to you all along. Mother is sorry for your father and you."

Looking at Li's tearful face, Bu Qinghe said softly: "Mother, my son doesn't blame you, my son has always known it, and my son doesn't blame you."

Li cried even harder, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became: "I could have prevented all this back then, I blame myself for being too cowardly, and I can't forgive myself. It was I who harmed you..."

Bu Qinghe said with tears in his eyes, "Mother, stop talking..."

Li let her tears flow, as solemn as she usually is when she recites Buddha, she suddenly wiped away her tears and smiled, saying: "My good boy, at last you don't have to follow the old path of your father and grandpa, you should be happy for your mother."

Bu Qinghe couldn't figure out what his mother was thinking. From the tears she shed over the years and the Buddha she had recited, she could see the suffering of a mother.She has been escaping all these years, but there is nothing she can do other than escaping. She is just a fragile woman.

"Qing'er, rest well, with mother, no one can disturb you." After saying that, Li opened the door and left without turning off the dim oil lamp.

"mother..."

Bu Qinghe lay down, and the things in his mind were intertwined. There were too many changes for him in the past few days, all kinds of things were entangled, and various voices lingered in his ears. I figured out an idea.