Start with a blood-drinking sword and destroy the world of immortal cultivation

"Squeak~"

Ye Buwen opened his previous home, and the door frame made a harsh and uncomfortable sound.

The room was dimly lit and had a simple layout.

The stove, bed, table, stool, and cabinet were all that was in the room.

After not living there for a long time, the house was filled with a musty and foul smell.

The stench was similar to the stench of a corpse, and Ye Buwen estimated that it came from the black stuff on the ground.

Judging from the location, it was the blood of the person he killed that day, and it smelled because no one cleaned it and the door was closed and airtight.

Ye Buwen sat on the bed, recalling the scene when he first came here.

The most impressive thing was that the person who attacked him was wearing black clothes, the material was quite high-end, and it was dyed.

At least he and ordinary civilians couldn't afford it, and plain linen was their most common clothing material.

Ye Buwen thought of the dagger again, which was sharp and delicate, snow-white and reflective, and could be called a fine product.

Ye Buwen bent down and scanned the ground, but there was nothing, probably picked up by the corpse collector.

Ye Buwen walked out of the door, came to a neighboring house, and knocked on the door.

"Brother Yu, are you home?"

There was a sound of footsteps in the house, and soon, an old man with dark complexion and wrinkles on his face opened the door.

The old man was stunned when he saw Ye Buwen, and looked at him carefully, and then looked at the two armed soldiers behind Ye Buwen.

After a long time, the old man forced a smile and laughed: "Lord Ye has brought honor to his family. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Ye Buwen waved away the two soldiers and smiled bitterly: "Brother Yu, there is nothing strange between us. We have been neighbors for many years, and our ancestors are still a little related."

Hearing Ye Buwen say this, the old man's expression returned to normal.

"I am polite, Wencai, come in." The old man made way and took Ye Buwen into the house.

Wencai is Ye Buwen's nickname in the old man's mouth. Because he was a book boy in a wealthy family, he was a cultured person with literary talent, so he was nicknamed Wencai.

Brother Yu is also a nickname. His real name is Ye Youyu.

Their great-grandfathers were brothers, but later they went their separate ways because of livelihood issues.

The elder brother, Ye Youyu's great-grandfather, went to the city to work hard.

Ye Buwen's great-grandfather farmed at home.

Later, due to floods and lack of food, the family had no choice but to sell Ye Buwen to the Yang Mansion as a servant.

Because he had no home, Ye Buwen didn't know whether his family was still alive or where they had fled to.

As soon as Ye Buwen entered the door, he saw an ordinary-looking woman weaving.

"Sister-in-law." Ye Buwen greeted politely.

Sister-in-law Lin Sanmei laughed heartily and said, "Wencai is back! You made a lot of noise. Did you get the supernatural power of a god?"

"Almost, you can't do this without some supernatural power." Ye Buwen replied with a smile.

When the couple heard it, they felt strange and curious.

However, they suppressed their curiosity and didn't say much.

"Brother Yu, sister-in-law, I came here to ask you something."

Ye Buwen got straight to the point.

"Tell me." The couple said together.

"Who moved the body in my room a few months ago?"

Ye Youyu recalled: "On the second night after your accident, two people in black opened your door and dragged the body away. It was too late, and I didn't see their faces clearly."

Ye Buwen thought it was a pity, if he had seen their faces, it would be much easier to investigate.

"Brother Yu, do they have any characteristics? Could they be the soldiers who came to deal with it?"

Ye Youyu shook his head.

"They are definitely not soldiers. Those two look a bit tall and strong, and you can tell they eat well.

The poor little soldiers who have nothing to eat will definitely not be like this.

They are not as fat as those people in the yamen."

"Do they have other characteristics that can determine their identities?"

Ye Youyu shook his head: "It's dark, I can't see clearly. And you are in trouble, and you are being chased by the government troops. I'm afraid something will happen to me, so I dare not look at it more."

Ye Buwen showed a disappointed expression on his face.

But what Ye Youyu did was human nature.

If their relationship was not secret, the possibility of being implicated would be very high.

So it was normal for him to be cautious.

"But before they went to your house to move the body, I went into your room." Ye Youyu showed an embarrassed expression, his eyes were a little evasive.

"I picked up a knife in your house and stripped the dead man of some clothes."

Ye Buwen was surprised and said, "Where are the knife and clothes?"

"I'll get the things out for you." Ye Youyu ran back to the house, fiddled with it for a long time, and walked out with a short white coat with blood spots and a dagger.

Ye Buwen took the items and his face looked a little strange.

The clothes were actually hot.

This was taken off his body.

Ye Youyu blushed and said, "My family is poor and I don't have new clothes to wear.

I saw that the clothes of the corpse were pretty good, so I couldn't help but cut off his inner clothes and made some clothes for my family."

Ye Buwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But he wasn't much better, his clothes and armor were all stripped of the dead man.

"I'll just take some samples of the clothes and not take them away."

Ye Buwen cut off a piece of the clothes and returned it to Ye Youyu.

"Sister-in-law, you are a weaver, do you know where this cloth is made?"

Lin Sanmei took a look and immediately replied: "This cloth is obviously woven in the military settlement. Only there is such good hemp."

"Military settlement? Thank you for your help."

Lin Sanmei's words were very useful, and he now had a clear direction to investigate.

Ye Buwen and Ye Youyu had a simple chat about home affairs, talked about what happened to him, and then wanted to leave.

Before leaving, Ye Buwen quietly stuffed Ye Youyu with the gold that he and the yamen had collected.

"Don't make it public. It's not convenient for me to deliver the things. Don't tell others that you are related to me, for fear of being implicated. If you can live in a different place, then live somewhere else."

Ye Youyu clenched the gold and stuffed it into his clothes and nodded.

“I’ll pack my things and leave the city tomorrow.

Wencai, don't do that thing with dead people. Make a fortune and run away. There are many people in the court, and they will behead you if they catch you. "

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Ye Buwen smiled and left.

Ye Buwen looked back at the dilapidated house, feeling a little reluctant.

I don’t know when he will be able to have a home again and have these human touches.

…

When he returned to the county government office, Ye Buwen saw someone who surprised him.

This man was thin, had white hair on his head, and had severe black bags under his eyes. He looked unhealthy.

"Master Yang, you are well." Ye Buwen greeted him as if he were a friend.

This person is the eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Gongming, who is on the run.

Judging from his appearance, he has been tortured quite a lot during this period.

Yang Gongming had a complicated look on his face. He was stunned for a while and then bowed to Ye Buwen: "I pay my respects to Lord Ye."

"Yes." Ye Buwen nodded without courtesy. Their identities were no longer servant and young master.

"What do you want to see me for?"

Yang Gongming's visit this time to his former servant, Shutong, could not be just for a visit.

Ye Buwen didn't bother to engage in emotional foreplay to build a relationship, so he just let him tell him his purpose.

"I have something to ask for." Yang Gongming didn't raise his head, with a hint of crying in his voice, "Can you please ask someone to take me to collect the bones of my family and bury them.

I am incompetent. My family has suffered such a disaster, but I can only hide in Tibet.

Now that your lord has occupied the city, as a son, I want to at least take the bones of my parents and clan elders as a sign of filial piety. "

"It's a small matter, I'll write a text later."

Ye Buwen suddenly remembered something and asked Yang Gongming: "Master Yang, at the moon appreciation poetry gathering on July 15th, did you see a young girl of about fifteen years old? She was beautiful and had a graceful figure. The character should be quite lively or naughty. "

Yang Gongming heard Ye Buwen's description and immediately realized who Ye Buwen was talking about: "Your Excellency, you are talking about the Miss Liu family, right?"

"That's right."

"I did meet this woman at the Moon Appreciation Poetry Party on July 15th, and I felt good about her and wanted to talk to her.

But was ignored. "

"Interesting." Ye Buyen had an intriguing expression on his face.

After a while, he continued: "Since you participated, it will be easy to handle. Do you remember who participated in the poetry meeting that day?"

"I can't remember the list, but young men and women from all the big families in the city participated, as well as some students from poor families and scholars."

"Does your Majesty ask this because you want to investigate the case?"

"That's right. Because of the murderer's life, we have no reason not to investigate and let the murderer go free."

"I would like to lend a helping hand." Yang Gongming said in an excited voice.

"What else can you do with your current strength?" Ye Buwen asked a little carelessly.

"My uncle is quite powerful, so I can obey your orders and protect your safety."