After the demon king failed to beg for death

The old man's words directly attracted everyone's attention to Fu Ling.

In the eyes of everyone, this ordinary-looking man with no special features is inexplicably trustworthy at this moment.

Fu Ling didn't feel awkward because so many people were looking at him. Instead, he took a few steps to the old man and knelt down, looking into his eyes through his messy hair.

He said word by word: "There is revenge, there is vengeance, but if you do something and don't admit it, you are putting the blame on others. I strongly disagree with it."

The old man raised his eyes, looked at him indifferently, and said in a rough voice: "It seems that you know a lot."

Fu Ling: "Not much, just enough to judge that you are the murderer who killed the Su family this time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and they all looked at Su Shengnian lying on the ground in disbelief.

"This...how is this possible, Uncle He is obviously an ordinary person!"

"Yeah, this is too incredible."

"It's not nonsense, is it?"

Su Shengnian was silent, but he moved his body and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The disciples of Guanshan Gate saw him move, and said they didn't believe it, but their bodies were subconsciously on guard.

"Don't be nervous, my spiritual power has been sealed, what are you afraid of?"

Su Shengnian sat up straight now, his voice was rough but still resonant, he was completely different from the old dumb old man with hunched waist and low eyebrows.

Everyone at the Guanshan Gate was dumbfounded by him.

Fu Ling stood up straight, and looked at him calmly: "Should we start with this murder case first, or with Su Sheng robbing your wife and silence you 30 years ago?"

These words sound light and fluffy, but they are no less than a landmine in everyone's ears, and they explode in an instant.

Su Wenxuan stood up straight and said angrily, "What are you farting, who killed someone?"

Fu Ling ignored him and just looked at Su Shengnian.

When Su Shengnian heard that his wife had been silenced, his emotions obviously fluctuated, his fists on his knees were clenched unconsciously, and his eyes became dark.

"That bastard..."

As the only survivor of the Su family, Su Wenxuan no longer knew how to look at all this.

The murderer was not the Demon Cult, but the honest and deceased uncle who lived in his father's mouth.

"Thirty years ago, the Su family was just a small cloth workshop. According to folklore, it was because Su Shengqiang's wife was good at weaving cloth and encountered a great opportunity, so it became what it is today. You should know it's not true."

Fu Ling thought about the files he had found, as well as the notes that Mr. Su hid deep in the secret room, and felt that this Su Shengnian was a bit miserable.

The appearance of Fu Ling's confidence in his chest actually attracted Xiao Yunyi's attention.

As the master of the sect with the highest status present, he didn't intend to interfere at all, and even listened to Fu Ling's analysis very attentively.

However, there was a trace of inquiry in the eyes looking at Fu Ling.

Everyone present was also attracted by the way Fu Ling spoke, and couldn't help but listen carefully. The square was extremely quiet, without any noisy voices.

Li Chen stood beside Fu Ling, like a shield, giving him enough room to play, and protecting his safety at all times.

"Those cloth-making methods should be thought of by you, and the reason why Su Shengqiang's wife can do it is because you taught her, am I right?"

What Fu Ling said was unhurried, but everyone was scratching their heads. What kind of things happened back then that caused Su Shengnian to be so cruel, killing nearly two hundred members of the Su family? silence.

Su Shengnian snorted coldly: "It seems that you really know a lot."

The old man looked through the face standing aside, whose appearance was very similar to that of Qian Meimei, as if he saw the delicate and innocent girl 30 years ago who talked about admiring him.

That year was the happiest time of his life.

He and Qian Meimei are in love with each other, they both like to study how to make better cloth, they share the same interests, and they almost talk about everything.

"When I met Meimei, it was on a rainy day. She went shopping with the maid, but it was accidentally caught in heavy rain. We hid under the same roof."

Su Shengnian's expression gradually eased, his eyes were empty, lost in memories.

It was a youthful and beautiful past that will never be forgotten in a lifetime.

The teenagers and girls smiled shyly and looked at each other, which could make each other's heart beat faster and their faces hot.

"Meimei is very beautiful and kind-hearted. Although she is a rich lady, she has never looked down on me. We have made an agreement long ago. When I successfully release Yunjin, I will propose marriage to her. "

Su Shengnian's pale complexion showed a hint of rosiness, although 30 years had passed, but recalling that time still made him throb.

No one in the crowd interrupted him, they watched the old man quietly telling the unknown past.

"But later, everything changed. Meimei didn't want me anymore. Su Sheng forced me to propose marriage to Meimei, and she agreed."

This past was almost the memory of his worst nightmare. The girl he had been thinking about married to the younger brother he had cared for since childhood, and the carefully researched brocade became a stepping stone for his younger brother to reach the sky. Everything that belonged to him was gone.

Hearing this, Su Wenxuan couldn't help asking: "Even so, shouldn't you kill so many people?"

Su Shengnian snorted coldly: "At first, I also thought that as long as Meimei is happy, that's all. But in fact, all of this is a trap, a trap they set for me. There is no good person in your Su family. They are all beasts!"

Su Shengnian recalled that on the day of his wedding, he got drunk on the street, and recalled the day when Meimei and Su Shengnian gave birth to their first child, how he sent his blessings with a smile, and even thought from the bottom of his heart whether he was not worthy of this beauty woman.

But until that day, when he hid in the corner alone and sad, he heard the conversation between the two.

"You don't think about my elder brother until now, do you?"

"What are you talking about? Why do you doubt me so much? Didn't you ask me to approach him?"

"I want you to get close to him, but how do I feel that you are really in love with him?"

"Do you really want to kill me like this? In order to get the brocade weaving method, I spent so much time trying to coax him and spend so much effort, but you treat me like this. It really makes me sad."

The woman's weeping sounded loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, it's my fault, isn't it because I love you so much? My brother usually looks dull, but he is extremely talented in cloth and brocade. He is not my father's biological child, But because of this talent, let him take my property."

"I know you're doing it for our future, but he hasn't done anything sorry for us at the moment. As long as we live in peace and contentment in the future, it doesn't cost much to raise him."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, you have the final say, then... Now it's getting dark, why don't you let my husband take good care of you."

"Oh, you hate me, you know how to bully me, uh..."

At that moment, all the words struck Su Shengnian's head like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The girl he loved, the younger brother he cared for wholeheartedly, and everything he thought he had, were like a dream come true, shattered in an instant.

A thunderstorm exploded in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Su Shengnian stood in the corner, listening to the teasing, joy and panting from across the wall, as if he was listening to a joke or watching a play.

The heavy rain drenched his clothes. It was the hottest weather in July, but not only his body was cold, but his heart was also cold.

After that day, Su Shengnian tried to find his father and tell him the truth about this matter, hoping that he could make the decision for himself.

These years, Su Shengnian has worked like a cow and a horse for the Su family, working day and night, working hard, just wanting to be fair and get back what belongs to him.

However, he is just an adopted child.

Old man Su used the excuse that he had raised Su Shengnian for so many years, not only did he not help him, he even called him a white-eyed wolf, and even wanted to compete with his younger brother for this little thing.

He deeply remembered that day, how the old man's vine whip fell on his back, and how those wolf-hearted words pierced his heart.

Except for his younger sister Su Shengli, no one spoke up for him.

Everything is the result of his unreasonable trouble.

He is the murderer who wants to destroy the family, the source of evil.

It seemed like everything was his fault.

However, in the dead of night, Su Shengnian couldn't help thinking, where did he go wrong?

Why should he bear all these sins.

Is it just because you are not your own child?

However, what he asked for was not much, and it was just fairness. Why is it so difficult?

After Su Shengnian thought about it for a few days, he finally decided to report to the officials to seek justice.

He collected all the archives and documents of Yunjin he made, and he wanted to report to the officials and get back what belonged to him.

However, before it had time to start, this move was discovered by Su Shengqiang.

The younger brother, who was usually under his wing, had a ferocious expression, and he was merciless in his strikes.

The thick wooden stick hit him indiscriminately, breaking bones and tendons.

He only likes to paint and draw on weekdays, and he is not at all an opponent of Su Shengqiang who has some kung fu.

In the end, he was beaten to the point of death, and in the dead of night, the Su family joined forces and threw her into a mass grave.

Su Shengnian clenched his fists tightly, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Have you ever seen a mass grave? There are bones everywhere, and those corpses are all rotten and full of maggots, and the stench is overwhelming. I lay there for three days. Do you know how I survived these three days?"

Just listening to it, everyone felt a chill welling up in their hearts.

There is no food or water in the mass graves, so it is self-evident how they survived.

Some young disciples couldn't help but ran to the side and vomited.

Su Shengnian lifted the long hair covering his face, sneered and said, "Just listening to it makes you want to vomit, right? But that's what I have experienced. What sustains me to this day is hatred, Hate!"

This unknown past hidden under the big family silenced everyone present.

Su Dashan's reputation is known to everyone in Jiangbei. He and his wife are deeply affectionate and respect each other as guests, and they are envious of many girls.

But the truth is always crueler than what people see.

Su Wenxuan stepped forward in two steps, grabbed Su Shengnian by the collar, and yelled loudly: "You are lying, my father and mother are not such people at all, you are just making excuses for your crimes, lying! !!"

Su Shengnian did not resist, but looked at the face in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your face is really similar to your mother's when she was young, but unfortunately, she is a femme fatale, no, she is not at all. No heart, when I admired her, I respected her, protected her, and was reluctant to touch her. It's a pity that I didn't let you see for yourself how she was ruined by me before she died, hahaha..."

"You shut up... shut up..."

Su Wenxuan raised his hand and punched him in the face, without any spiritual power, like a crazy person.

With this punch, Su Shengnian's mouth was full of blood.

"Even if you kill me, you won't be able to cover up...you can't cover up these crimes...ahem..."

Su Shengnian was beaten, but his expression was unprecedentedly relaxed and liberated.

Xiao Xiangyang took two steps forward and pulled the person away: "Okay, little brother."

A hundred or so disciples of Guanshan Gate just stood on the square watching this farce, all dumbfounded.

Fu Ling spread his hands: "Now the truth is revealed. This is the murderer of the Su family. You should know better than me how to deal with it. In the future, don't blame everything on the Demon Sect. If you dare to act bravely, it is not in vain to go through this world."

How to deal with it?

Xiao Yunyi still had some headaches, but Su Shengnian would never let it go.

Even if Su Shengqiang and his wife were guilty, but the other maids and servants of the Su family, their children and grandchildren were so innocent, they didn't even spare their souls.

Just when Xiao Yunyi frowned and thought about it, Su Shengnian suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha... I have no regrets in this life after saying all this today. I originally wanted to kill this little bastard to relieve my hatred, but now I realize that you Living makes me happier than killing you, hahaha... You will live in pain all your life, you will never be liberated, you will not be liberated, hahaha..."

Hearing this laughter, Fu Ling felt that something was wrong. He narrowed his eyebrows slightly, and just about to take a step forward, he was wrapped in Li Chen's arms.

Su Shengnian, whose spiritual power was originally sealed by Li Chen, disregarded the consequences of his being wiped out, and blew himself up without warning.

In an instant, the entire Guanshan Gate was shrouded in an irresistible power.

A monk in the Nascent Soul stage blew himself up, powerful enough to flatten the entire mountain.

But because the spiritual power was sealed in advance, most of the power released by Zifu Dantian was also sealed.

But most of this power is enough to drive people crazy.

All the disciples of Guanshan Gate were blown away by the sudden movement.

Xiao Yunyi can only protect his disciples.

Fu Ling was protected in Li Chen's arms, and he was not affected in the slightest.

He looked up at the man who was staring at him, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

In this dark night where the rocks were flying and the flames were wanton, the smile on the corner of Li Chen's mouth made Fu Ling stop.

He hooked his lips slightly, and almost replied softly: "It doesn't hurt."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: Hug me again! ! !

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