The villain is ill

"Respectfully, my neighbors, I, Fan Jianghai, thought I was upright all my life, but I was deeply ashamed because I couldn't prevent the dust in my old age. The day before yesterday, I knew my second grandson, Fan Qichen, and my second grandson's daughter-in-law, Qin Hua, did evil. Corrected, but did not prevent another murder, because of the lax discipline of the elders. The crime is so serious that one cannot apologise, so this is the last word. All the children in the village are Fan Qichen. Qin and Hua did it. The rest of the children don't know, forgive the old man for being thick-skinned, and hope that the folks will remember the old love and spare the life of the descendants. There is no repayment, and in the next life, they will be as cows and horses to repay thanks."

After Chu Mo read the letter, he handed it back to Qingtang.

Qingtang handed the letter to the leader of the villagers again, and he took it and examined it closely.

At this time, it doesn't matter whether what old man Fan said was true or not. After all, there is no proof of death. It mainly depends on how these angry villagers will deal with Fan's family.

Fortunately, the villagers are all reasonable people. Although they hated to death, they did not hurt the innocent. They only dragged Fan's second child to the square at the village head to execute the execution in the afternoon. The rest of Fan's family were ordered to move out within three days. Xiaoxiang Village.

Before the burning, the three stood far away under the banyan tree outside the village entrance.

"Is Fan Lao Er really crazy?" Qing Chuan looked at Fan Lao Er who was bound in the middle of the dry firewood and asked, "Could it be pretending?"

"I gave him a pulse number. His meridians are disordered, and he looks like a madman. His brain is congested. He should be crazy." Chu Mo replied.

At this moment, Qing Chuan looked at Chu Mo with eyes full of admiration, "Mo Mo, you really know a lot!"

Chu Mo smiled and said: "Master's library has some medical books. I will read them when I have nothing to do. If you are interested, I can borrow some for you."

Qing Chuan couldn't help being afraid of everything related to Chi Wushang, and waved his hands hastily, "Forget it, I'm not interested in medical skills, and it's enough to cause a headache just to practice on a daily basis."

Chu Mo didn't force it, just smiled.

At this time, the villagers were reading the crime committed by Fan Laoer with the paperwork, and the scene was very quiet.

Qing Chuan was bored, suddenly remembered something, and said to Chu Mo: "Mo Mo, speaking of obsession, I heard a rumor a few days ago, I wonder if you have heard of it."

"what?"

Qing Chuan considered it for a while, and his attitude was a little cautious, "I told you not to be angry."

Seeing him so serious, Chu Mo turned to look at him, "Say it."

Although Chu Mo is in a state of disguise at this time, when he looked directly at him, Qing Chuan's heartbeat still accelerated a little. He raised his hand and rubbed his feverish ears, slightly staggered his eyes, and said, "Just the day before we left the sect. , When I went to Yueran Peak to collect the monthly case, I heard some people discussing that Uncle Wushang might have gone mad."

Hearing Chi Wushang's news, Chu Mo frowned slightly, motioning Qing Chuan to continue talking.

Qing Chuan collected himself, "I can't quite understand what those people said, but I can clearly hear what they said at the end. They said that Uncle Wushang is mentally ill." Speaking of this, he was a little angry, "I'm just I was going to go up to argue with them, but was stopped by the steward, and after receiving the monthly case, those people disappeared."

"How many people are there? What kind of disciples are they? What do they look like?" Chu Mo asked.

"I didn't see the appearance very clearly, but they were all outer disciples' clothes, and one of them was white and strong, which stood out." Qing Chuan recalled, "Momo, you don't want to settle accounts with them, do you?"

Chu Mo's left eyebrow raised slightly, "It's just nonsense, I won't take it to heart."

"That's good." Afraid that Chu Mo would rush to the sect to deal with him impulsively, Qingchuan heaved a sigh of relief, then turned his head to look at Qingtang who said nothing, and lightly touched Chu Mo's arm with his elbow, " Qingtang has been boring all day, is he alright?"

Chu Mo didn't say much, just said: "You ask him."

Qing Chuan has always been straightforward, and upon hearing the words, he walked to Qing Tang's side, "Qing Tang, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Qingtang shook his head, he crossed Qingchuan to look at Chu Mo, and smiled at him, "It's just that there are some things that I can't understand, so leave me alone, it will be fine soon."

The torch fell under the pyre, and with the sound of crackling and crackling, the flame rose with thick smoke. Fan Laoer on the pillar hung his head, as if he was dead, without making a sound.

Apart from the cries of the villagers whose children died at home, there was only the crackling of flames and the hissing of skin being scorched.

In the thick smoke, no one saw it. When the flames were about to engulf Fan Laoer, Zi Shi's lowered head suddenly lifted up. Those blood-red eyes were like evil spirits, full of hatred, and they pointed straight at him. From the outside of the crowd.

The direction he was looking at was exactly the direction of Chu Mo and the three of them. Chu Mo's position happened to meet his gaze, and he could see the malice in those eyes at a glance.

Very similar to the eyes of the red-eyed squirrel.

Qing Chuan was startled, "Who is he looking at?"

Chu Mo shook his head, "I don't know."

At this time, a breeze blew by, and the golden phoenix pattern on Chu Mo's right wrist brightened, "Master, I'm back."

"how?"

Jinfeng said dissatisfiedly: "The mouse led me around the village several times, but it seemed that it had no purpose. It was easy to have a goal, but it ended up in this square. I got into the pile of firewood, and I'm afraid it will be burned to mouse ashes at this moment."

"When did you go in?"

"Just a few breaths before my return."

"understood."

At the end of the conversation, Chu Mo no longer paid attention to Fan Laoer, but looked at the villagers present one by one.

Although the squirrel led Jinfeng a lot of way, but after an experience, with Jinfeng's caution, Chu Mo didn't think it found Jinfeng.

Since the squirrel can get into Fan Lao Er's body and temporarily control his body, it must be a puppet. The puppet technique is an evil spell, and the owner must be within three feet when it is cast.

It can be seen that the "Mr." must be hiding in the crowd.

There were a lot of people in the square, because of such a big event, the whole village gathered, men and women, adults and children, there were more than two hundred people.

Chu Mo quickly locked his eyes on a man wearing a gray turban and plain clothes. He was not tall, and he was not very conspicuous in the crowd. The reason why Chu Mo noticed him was that other people Looking at Fan Laoer in the flames, he either hated or pleased, but his expression was regretful.

Half an hour later, the flames gradually extinguished, leaving only a pile of broken bones in the fire scene.

At this time, an elderly villager stood up, walked in front of the three of them, and said loudly: "Thank you for the kindness of the gods! If you hadn't captured this villain, my child would have died without knowing why, and our village would have died." How many children."

As he spoke, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed several times.

Qingchuan hurriedly reached out to help, but found that the villagers behind him also knelt and kowtowed.

Chu Mo glanced at the commoner man who knelt in the crowd. He was ordinary-looking, with a mole at the end of his right eye. His skin was as rough and dark as the villagers who had been exposed to the wind and sun all day. There was nothing special about him.

Under the comfort of Qingchuan and Qingtang, most of the villagers gradually dispersed, leaving only the resentful villagers who stepped on the broken bone.

Seeing that the clothed man was about to leave, Chu Mo flicked his finger, and a small white pill the size of a grain of rice hit him silently on the back of his neck, and disappeared as green smoke when it touched the skin.The man touched his neck with his hand, looked up at the sky, saw that it was raining, and left the square in a hurry.

"What is this?" Jin Feng asked.

"Zuixiang Wan can be used for tracking, and his traces can be known within a hundred miles." Chu Mo patiently explained.

Jinfeng suddenly dissatisfied: "Then why didn't you use this thing just now, and insisted on letting me go out and follow it around?"

"Isn't this giving you a chance to turn your back on you?"

Jinfeng: "..."

After Jin Feng calmed down, Chu Mo said, "The wind is blowing."

Qing Chuan looked at the sky, "Mo Mo is really powerful. When he came yesterday, he said it was going to rain, but now it will come down."

"After all, this second fan is still my nephew." Qingtang said at this time.

"Huh?" Qingchuan was stunned. He didn't expect Qingtang to say such a sentence. Although he had already guessed it, he was still a little surprised when he heard Qingtang say this. He raised his eyes and calculated, "Then Mr. Fan is you brother?"

"He is my fourth brother." Qingtang nodded, "The famine back then was far more serious than I imagined. Except for me, the whole family was betrayed, and only the fourth brother survived. But I never thought that he would end up like this in his later years. "

Qingchuan opened and closed his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't think of how to comfort Qingtang, so he had to ask Chu Mo for help.

Qingtang also looked at Chu Mo, and gave him a grateful smile, "Thank you, Mo Mo."

"You're welcome." Chu Mo responded.

When he was in the small courtyard, Chu Mo deliberately asked Qingtang to come forward. In fact, it was to give Qingtang a chance. With his ability, it would be easy to protect the Fan family and let them stay in Xiaoxiang Village, but he didn't do that.

Seeing the two playing riddles in front of him, Qingchuan was a little anxious, but seeing that the depression between Qingtang's brows disappeared, he stopped entangled, and the matter was resolved.

"It's just that I don't know where the people behind the scenes are." Qingtang's face showed a stern look, "Although the Fan family deserved their crimes, they are also justifiable. The people behind the scenes are detestable. They brought my Fan family to this point. I must apologize for them." Let me be fair. I heard the conversation between the two of the Fan family before. That person should be not far away, most likely in the village. Momo, let's stay in the village for a few more days to try to kill the grass. If we leave like this, I am afraid that he will continue to cause trouble in the future, so what I did this time is not in vain?"

"That's right." Qing Chuan continued, "We must catch the person behind the scenes!"

"Mo Mo, you caught that mouse before, but did you find anything?" Qing Tang asked.

Chu Mo twisted his fingertips, "The mouse just entered the fire, and then Fan Laoer opened his eyes."

"Puppet art?" Qingtang looked around, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. At this time, the villagers had almost dispersed, and there were only a few people on the scene sweeping the floor with brooms. traces. It seems that we can only search for the residents at night."

"No need." Chu Mo said, "I just saw a person with a strange look, or suspected, and put incense on him. He lives in the second house at the east end of the village."

"Then I'll go check it out tonight." Qingtang said.