Chapter 67: Brother, you're a young master?

  Liu Xu's voice softened, seductively saying: "Little girl, what reason do you have to protect such a fake? If the one who killed Thirteen Lang and Feng Zongqi is really him, then he wants to kill all those who stand in his way of becoming Yang Wenyuan, so that he can enjoy the glory and wealth with peace of mind. Then, you, your father, your mother, you will all die at his hands sooner or later!"

  Xiao Qi shook her head desperately, she didn't believe it, she didn't want to believe that the young master who was like an elder brother to her had actually died. She didn't want to believe that the current young master who was good to her was a fake, and that everything he did for her was just a pretence, that he was just a wolf in sheep's clothing.

  Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes. Xiaoding didn't know why she wanted to cry, she just felt like crying. Maybe it was because of sadness, maybe it was because of fear.

  Her eyes were blurry, so that the people and scenes in front of her were all vague and shadowy. She didn't notice that a figure had already slipped into the room and was standing behind Liu Xuan like a ghost.

  In the blur, she suddenly found that Liu Xu's one head turned into two heads, and then heard a "hmm" sound. Liu Xu's hands waved wildly, as if to brush away something. Xiaodi blinked her eyes, wiping away tears, and saw that Young Master was standing behind the bad guy, his arms tightly wrapped around the bad guy's throat, strangling him until his face turned purple.

  "Master!" Xiaoxian exclaimed in surprise.

  She had just finished calling, and suddenly remembered what Liu Xu had said, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. She looked at the man in front of her with a strange gaze, who should have been her young master.

  "Is that all you have to say, Mr. Liu?"

  Xia Liu stood behind Boss Liu, saying coldly. His gaze fell on Xiao Ding's body, and when he saw Xiao Ding's blood-stained appearance, Xia Liu's face showed an unbelievable expression, so heart-wrenching! A flame of anger burst forth in his eyes, and the arm around Boss Liu's waist tightened, his hand probing deeper into Boss Liu's waist where a cow-ear dagger was inserted.

  Liu Xu desperately grasped Xia You's iron-like strong arm, his eyes bulging out, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You... are you? How can you possibly... suspect me? How can you possibly... find this place?"

  "I suspect you, either because you're too bad at hiding your own suspicions or because you simply don't take me seriously. You came here because you're even dumber than a pig."

  Xia Jiao said, slowly drawing out the sharp ox-ear knife from Liu Xu's waist, without saying a word, he fiercely stabbed it into his waist, all the way to the bottom.

  Liu Xu's eyes suddenly bulged out, and a look of horror and despair appeared in his eyes... Feng Xihui opened a store here and arranged Liu Xu to be here, what role can he play after all?

  Xia Liu stood from Feng Xihui's perspective and thought for a long time, only thinking of one possibility: "pre-buried retreat".

  Since they are doing something shameful, they must be worried about being exposed. With Feng Xihui's cautiousness and stability, he will definitely arrange an escape route. Since they need to arrange an escape route, they need a hiding place and also need convenient means of escape. In the south, many people ride boats, in the north, many people ride horses, if they want to escape quickly, they need horses.

  Following this analysis, Xia Yu thought to ask if there were any families in the village that raised horses. After hearing a conversation from an old fisherman by the river, he immediately rushed into the village and bypassed Old Li, who was deaf and mute and lived in the front yard, hired by Feng Zong's family to raise horses, and then rushed to the horse house in the backyard, where he found what he was looking for.

  The knife plunged deep into the handle, and Xiaoxiao slowly loosened his grip on the hilt. He lifted up Liu Xu's short brown coat, wrapped it around the hilt, grasped it tightly, and then slowly rotated the hilt. Liu Xu was like a wound-up robot, his eyes suddenly widening, his hands, feet, and waist all convulsing wildly in an eerie posture.

  His throat was tightly gripped by Xia Yu, he couldn't make a sound, only letting out a faint hiss, then turning into a series of gasps, finally, a stream of fresh blood gushed out of his mouth, and the internal organs in his abdominal cavity were being stirred up bit by bit by the knife in Xia Yu's hand, the five viscera and six entrails, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, were all mashed to pulp.

  He finally knew what it was like to have a knife stirring around in his body. When he had inflicted this punishment on Xiao Qi, all he knew was that she was suffering unbearably. It wasn't until this torture was inflicted upon him that he realized the true nature of that unbearable pain. He would rather die immediately than suffer such agony, but he didn't have the luxury of dying quickly.

  Xiao Ding's eyes widened in horror as she was intimidated by Xia Jie's cruel means.

  The knife spun around in circles, Liu Xu's abdominal cavity had already been twisted into a ball of minced meat, and even his lower back had spun out a large hole. Blood soaked through his clothes, flowing down between his legs, quickly accumulating into a small pool of blood. Liu Xu's neck mechanically twitched a few times, softly tilting to the side, swallowing his last breath.

  Xia Liu dragged his body to the side like a broken sack, rushed to Xiao Ding's side, and called out in fear and heartache: "Xiao Ding!"

  He yanked down the cloth that had been bitten into shreds in Xiao Qi's mouth, and then went to untie the ropes on her body. To endure the pain, Xiao Qi struggled with all her might, but the ropes were already deeply embedded in her flesh. Xia Zhen looked at it and didn't dare to make a move. He turned his head and saw Liu Xu's waist, quickly pulling out the knife from there. Staring at the bloody sharp blade, Xiao Qi suddenly asked weakly but clearly: "Young Master... are you here to rescue me?"

  Xia Yu stopped in his tracks and said, "Of course!"

  Xiao Qi's gaze slowly moved to his face, and he said slowly: "Then what about now, should you kill me?"

  Xia Liu's face suddenly turned pale, and after a long silence, he asked gruffly: "Do... you believe what he said?"

  She stared at him unwaveringly and said word by word: "I don't believe it, I want you to tell me, are you my young master? You say yes, I... will... believe!"

  Xia Xian slowly raised his eyes and met with Xiao Qi's gaze. Gradually, his eyes began to wander.

  He couldn't bring himself to say it, he thought saying a simple "yes" would be easy, but he just couldn't get the words out. To maintain this identity, he could take risks and kill two Jin Yiwei in a row, but facing Xiao Qi's eyes filled with bloodshot and tear stains, facing her haggard appearance, he simply didn't have the courage to lie.

  "It's surprisingly difficult to pretend to be someone else, and finally, my days in Qingzhou are about to end."

  Xia Xun thought gloomily and raised his knife. Seeing his expression, seeing his action, Xiao Qi despaired and closed her eyes.

  The bloody knife was raised, but it did not pierce her body. The blade flashed and fell, cutting off the ropes that bound her body.

  The rope broke, and Xiao Qi's knees softened as she slid to the ground. Xia Liu quickly supported her and saw the injuries on her body, saying with a pained expression: "I'll carry you back."

  Crouching outside the window, Peng Ziqi slowly opened his clenched fist on the knife handle and stared at Xia Xun with a strange gaze.

  Xiao Ding was also staring at Xia Xun, looking at him with great surprise, and then asked: "My young master, is he really dead?"

  "Yes!"

  "Was it you who killed him?"

  "No!"

  Big drops of tears fell down, and Xiao Qi sobbed and asked "Was what that person said true? Are they really the Brocade Guard?"

  "Yes!"

  "So you...you're really the one they've been looking for..."

  "Yes!"

  Xia Xun took a deep breath and said gruffly, "You're badly hurt, don't ask so many questions. I'll... send you back home, your parents are worried about you."

  She lowered her head slightly, then raised it slightly, and with tears in her eyes, she stared at him and asked: "Then what? What do you plan to do?"

  "Me?"

  Xia Jiu was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "The Brocade Guards will hunt me down, the government will also issue a warrant for my arrest. Of course, I have to leave, change my appearance, and escape quickly. Like a swallow that flies away every year, like a monk who wanders everywhere, I'll flee as far as I can."

  "Why didn't you kill me then? Now only I know your true identity, and if you killed me, you could still shift the blame to that wicked person. You're still Young Master Yang, aren't you? Didn't he say that all evidence of your identity had been burned?"

  Xia Fu didn't speak, and Xiao Ding asked again: "You don't kill me, do you know that as long as I am willing to testify against you, you will be arrested by the government and beheaded?"

  Xia Jiao smiled wryly and stretched out his hand, Xiao Ding slightly moved, wanting to dodge, but ultimately didn't move. Xia Jiao's hand gently stroked her cheek, with a gentle and loving expression. He lightly brushed away a strand of hair stuck to Xiao Ding's cheek by blood and sweat, and softly said: "You're really a child who likes to get tangled up, silly little girl, what do you want to prove in the end?"

  Xiao Qi didn't say a word, but tears flowed down uncontrollably.

  "Alright, since you don't like me touching you... how about this: you rest here for a while, I'll go send the message, and someone will come to pick you up right away."

  He took a last deep look at Xiaoyi, slowly let go of his hand, and said in a low voice: "I really like these days with you... I'm leaving, take care."

  Xiao Qi's tears flowed faster and more urgently, her eyes blurry as she stared at Xia Jie, watching him back away step by step to the door, just about to step out when she suddenly let out a sharp cry: "Don't go!"

  She wanted to catch up, but ended up stumbling and almost fell to the ground. Luckily, she landed safely in Xiaoxiao's arms, but the impact made her wounds ache again, causing her to moan softly.

  Xia Xian hastily asked: "Xiao Qi, how are you?"

  Xiao Qi shook her head, those blood-stained hands grasped his clothes tightly, her arms were covered in scars, the muscles under her skin had been damaged by that strange torture device, and even slight movements caused unbearable pain, but she still gripped him with considerable force, as if he would run away once she let go.

  Xiao Ding cried out: "You can't leave! I won't let you leave! If you leave, who will find the murderer and avenge my family's young master? If you leave, who will help the young master return home in glory and fulfill the lifelong wish of our old master and young master? If you leave, what will happen to my family? If you leave, what will happen to me? You, can't leave!"

  Xia Xian was stunned, and after a long while, his stunned expression turned into an unbelievable ecstasy: "Xiao Qi, you... are saying..."

  Watching Xia Yu carrying Xiao Ding walking away, Peng Qi Xi slowly emerged from the wall of Fangshan House: "He is not Yang Wenxuan! He's actually an imposter!"

  This news shocked her soul, recalling the various things that had happened since she met Xia Jie, Peng Ziqi felt like she was dreaming. But... for some reason, she suddenly became very relaxed and happy.

  "What should I do?"

  In less than a second, she found the answer. Peng Ziqi wiped her nose with the back of her hand and thought to herself: "As long as he's not Yang Xu, as long as he doesn't do anything that harms heaven and reason, who cares if he kills people or sets fires? Isn't our family one that kills people and sets fires?"

  Peng Ziqi took a step to leave, turned his head to glance at the scene that Xia Xian had hastily arranged, and thought of the words they had discussed in the room earlier. He couldn't help but shake his head: "After all, you're not a Jianghu person, still a bit tender. This arrangement can't fool those government officials, I'll have to help."

  Peng Dagu Niang lifted her leg and entered the door, happily wiping Xia Chou's buttocks.

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