Chapter 40

Huang Qianjun lowered his head and took the initiative to admit his mistake without offering a single word of explanation.

Su Yi’s expression softened somewhat, and he said, "Let it go this time."

Huang Qianjun, who was extremely anxious, immediately let out a sigh of relief, his face showing gratitude as he said,

"Brother Su, rest assured, I won’t act on my own again!"

Nie Beihu, standing beside him, felt a wave of emotion. Huang Yunchong, that old fox, had made a brilliant move!

As long as his son followed by Young Master Su’s side, how could he fail to become a great talent in the future?

"I must also let my son Nie Teng get closer to Young Master Su when I see him next!"

Nie Beihu thought to himself.

Then, he solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Su, the City Lord instructed me some time ago that your matters are the City Lord’s matters. How should we handle this matter today?"

Wen Jieyuan is the son of Wen Changqing, and Su Yi is the son-in-law of the Wen family. Now, they have a blood feud, and if this matter is mishandled, it could lead to great turmoil.

However, before Su Yi could make a decision, Wen Jieyuan suddenly struggled and turned, kowtowing to Su Yi and loudly pleading for mercy,

"Su Yi, I was wrong, I was wrong! I won’t dare do it again. Please let me off this time, I promise I won’t reveal this matter to anyone!"

Wen Jieyuan trembled all over, his expression filled with fear.

No matter how stupid he was, he could sense the situation was not good and quickly changed his attitude.

However, an even more unexpected scene unfolded—

Huang Qianjun, standing at the back, suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the short knife embedded in Wen Jieyuan’s back.

Then he thrust it hard.

Pfft!

The sharp short knife pierced through Wen Jieyuan’s body, the tip emerging from his chest, splattered with blood.

Wen Jieyuan’s eyes bulged wide, his mouth opened, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The knife Su Yi had thrown originally was not fatal.

But Huang Qianjun’s thrust ended Wen Jieyuan’s life!

Nie Beihu and the guards were all taken aback, never expecting that the one to kill Wen Jieyuan would be this young ruffian, Huang Qianjun.

Even Su Yi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Huang Qianjun’s chest heaved as he pulled out the short knife with a tearing sound, splattering himself with blood.

But he seemed oblivious, lowering his head, not daring to look at Su Yi, and said in a hoarse voice,

"Brother Su, I acted on my own again..."

Su Yi gave the young ruffian a deep look and said, "Go wash the blood off your face first."

Huang Qianjun was taken aback for a moment, then said in surprise, "Brother Su, you’re not angry with me? Just now I..."

"There’s no need to say more, I understand."

Su Yi waved his hand.

Huang Qianjun immediately grinned and hurried off to clean up.

"Huang Qianjun is ruthless, bold, and willing to take risks. That strike was simply perfect!"

"This is like a letter of allegiance; with this move, he has clearly won Young Master Su’s recognition."

Nie Beihu, finally reacting, couldn’t help but be amazed, "How did I not see before that this arrogant young ruffian had such a mind and courage?"

If Su Yi had killed Wen Jieyuan, it would have directly led to a conflict with the Wen family.

In this situation, Huang Qianjun’s move was equivalent to taking the trouble onto himself!

Even if the Wen family learned of the news, they would only hate Huang Qianjun.

This was the risk and cost Huang Qianjun had to bear with that knife.

But it was also through this knife that he truly won Su Yi’s recognition!

Nie Beihu, a seasoned figure, could not fail to see the subtleties.

That’s why he was so impressed.

If he were in the same situation, even if he would make the same decision, he might still hesitate and deliberate, not acting so decisively.

Nie Beihu clasped his hands and said, "Young Master Su, this is the Apricot Yellow Medical Hall. Wen Jieyuan’s arrival was seen by many people. Now that he and his guards have died here, it’s unlikely to remain a secret."

He then said resolutely, "But don’t worry, I will find a way to resolve this matter!"

Wen Jieyuan’s identity was not simple; he was the son of the main branch, Wen Changqing. With Nie Beihu’s status and power, resolving this matter would face many thorny issues.

But he still took it on.

The reason was simple: behind him was City Lord Fu Shan, and behind Fu Shan was the Lingyao Princess!

Clang! Su Yi sheathed his sword and said casually, "There’s no need for such trouble. When Wen Changqing asks, just say these people were killed by Wu Ruoqiu of the Yinsha Sect."

This was passing the buck.

The best part was that Wen Changqing would certainly already know about "Wu Ruoqiu" and the affairs of this courtyard.

Blaming his son’s death on Wu Ruoqiu and the Yinsha Sect, no one would doubt it.

"Yinsha Sect? Wu Ruoqiu?"

Nie Beihu was stunned, clearly not having heard of this force or Wu Ruoqiu.

Su Yi’s heart stirred, remembering something, and he briefly explained Wu Ruoqiu’s cultivation of ghost corpse worms in the courtyard.

"Brilliant!"

Nie Beihu couldn’t help but clap in admiration.

Passing the blame to Wu Ruoqiu was undoubtedly the perfect move!

Su Yi pondered and said, "Lord Nie, remember to tell the City Lord to investigate if there are similar haunted houses in the city. After all, if Wu Ruoqiu dies and no one continues to cultivate those ghost corpse worms, they will surely invade the city and cause havoc."

Nie Beihu was solemn, clasped his fists, and bowed, "Young Master Su, your benevolence and thorough consideration are truly admirable. I will treat this matter as a top priority!"

He turned to the guards and said sternly, "You, go clean up the bodies in the courtyard. No matter what method you use, leave no trace that could implicate Young Master Su, understand?"

"Understood!"

The guards took their orders and began to act.

They were seasoned elite soldiers who had served the City Lord for years, experienced and ruthless in handling such matters.

When Huang Qianjun returned after cleaning the blood off his body, he found the courtyard spotless, as if Wen Jieyuan and the others had vanished into thin air.

Even the bloodstains on the ground were completely cleaned, leaving no trace!

Huang Qianjun couldn’t help but be surprised, muttering, "Lord Nie, I feel like your guards have done this more than once."

Nie Beihu said casually, "Killing and disposing of bodies is a simple matter. I’m not boasting, but even if the Huang family sent people, they wouldn’t find a single clue at a crime scene handled by our guards."

He then scanned the guards and said, "Do you understand what needs to be done today?"

The guards all chuckled.

One of them said, "Lord, it’s the same old rule. You treat us to three meals, and we guarantee to keep our mouths shut, as if nothing happened!"

Nie Beihu nodded.

"Those three meals, you treat them."

Su Yi glanced at Huang Qianjun.

Huang Qianjun quickly patted his chest, "Brother Su, leave it to me!"

Nie Beihu couldn’t help but laugh.

Su Yi’s initiative to have Huang Qianjun treat the guards to meals clearly indicated that he was satisfied with the arrangements just now.

That was enough!

After some thought, Nie Beihu suggested in a low voice, "Young Master Su, I’ve already sent someone to invite Wen Changqing. Just wait and see."

Su Yi nodded.

Time ticked by.

After a full half-hour, a group of people hurriedly arrived at the courtyard gate.

The leader was pale-faced and beardless, with a sinister look in his eyes—none other than Wen Changqing, the second elder of the main branch of the Wen family.

However, his brows were clearly furrowed with a deep, anxious expression. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he asked in a stern voice, "Commander Nie, where are my son and his guards?"

Nie Beihu’s face showed a mournful expression, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Changqing, when I arrived, your son and his guards had already been killed."

"What!?"

Wen Changqing was struck as if by lightning, his eyes bloodshot, "Who? Who killed my son?"

He looked fierce, scanning everyone in the courtyard, angry like a beast ready to pounce.

He had two sons.

Wen Jieyuan was the eldest, in the prime of his life, and Wen Changqing had poured his heart and soul into cultivating him.

He had planned to send Wen Jieyuan to the Qinghe Sword Mansion for training in the near future.

Who would have thought his son would die!

"Brother Changqing, may you bear this sorrow with grace."

Nie Beihu’s expression grew even more mournful, and he sighed, "No one could have expected that this house harbored such a vicious ghost. That evil Taoist, Wu Ruoqiu, was even more wicked, using a kind of evil insect called ghost corpse worms to devour your son and his guards completely..."

"Wu Ruoqiu... Wu Ruoqiu..."

Wen Changqing’s face changed drastically, his forehead veins bulging, "That damned itinerant Taoist, I treated him as a friend, and he dared to kill my child!!"

Suddenly, he looked at Su Yi, as if realizing something, and said sharply, "No, this cripple wasn’t killed by the ghost last night, so why did my son die?"

His face was full of shock and anger, sensing something amiss.

But Nie Beihu also looked surprised and said, "Brother Changqing, you not only know the evil cultivator Wu Ruoqiu but were also aware of the danger in this haunted house?"

The nearby guards of the City Lord’s residence also joined in, loudly questioning Wen Changqing.

"Wen Changqing, you allowed a demon to wreak havoc here!"

"Who would have thought the Wen family would do such evil deeds in secret, truly unforgivable!"

"The Wen family and the evil cultivator Wu Ruoqiu of the Yinsha Sect are in cahoots. This matter must be reported to Lord Fu Shan!"

...

The pain of losing his son had made Wen Changqing furious, but after being accused and questioned, he suddenly came to his senses, as if doused with a bucket of cold water, and calmed down a bit.

He took a deep breath and said with a grim face, "Lord Nie, if I were in cahoots with Wu Ruoqiu, why would he kill my son?"

"That’s hard to say. Perhaps there was a rift or conflict between you, leading him to use your son as a target."

Nie Beihu said coldly, "Let’s go to the City Lord’s residence together. Let Lord Fu Shan decide the matter. The truth will be revealed, and you will be cleared of any wrongdoing!"

Wen Changqing’s body stiffened, his chest heaving.

Before he could make a decision, Nie Beihu waved his hand, "Guards, escort Wen Changqing to the City Lord’s residence!"

Seeing this, Huang Qianjun, who had been watching with a sense of amusement, couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

He had seen many dark deeds, but never one as dark as Nie Beihu’s!

Not only did he pass the blame to Wu Ruoqiu and the Yinsha Sect, but he also took the opportunity to frame Wen Changqing.

Too dark!

If Wen Changqing were taken to the City Lord’s residence, given the relationship between Lord Fu Shan and Brother Su, Wen Changqing would be in serious trouble!

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