This small body is also wrong. Who built the tower on the city wall so high?
The old man Qi was very sensitive to the displeasure of his family, and quickly put him in his arms again.
After so many moments, Old Man Qi forgot to be shocked or frightened when he walked from the bottom of the city wall to the city wall. He squatted down and crouched towards the tower.
The two of them came up in the blind spot of the tower above the corner. You can see the tower when you look around the corner.
An old man and a young man poked their heads up and down, oh ho, the door to the tower was not closed, not only was it not closed, it was also wide open.
From where they looked, they could see a large table not far from the door. The firelight was reflected from the candles on the table. Only half of the table could be seen, and a man was lying on the table on the chair next to the table.
I don’t know if A Piaozi said he was drunk after drinking a small amount of wine, or if he fell asleep.
"Master?" Qi Baoer asked again and again in a breathy voice.
The old man Qi closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and replied in a breathy voice: "It has to be killed, Bao'er, let me come. Piao Zai also said that these people have blood on their hands, so we won't kill them until they recover."
Come, they will definitely come and kill us."
Killing or not doesn't make much difference to Qi Bao'er, life is just that in her eyes.
Because in her eyes, death is not the end. Look at the boy next to them whom her father named Piaozai.
But her father was different. Although her father had his own calculations and selfish motives, he had always been a law-abiding man and a stranger who still remembered his deathbed commission in his heart even after decades.
Qi Bao'er glanced at Piao Zai, who seemed to be a bit confused after being a ghost for a long time. His dull eyes looked at Qi Bao'er blankly, completely puzzled by his meaning.
Okay, she's asking too much.
What can she expect from a Piao who has forgotten her own name and why she insists on staying in Sanhe Town?
"Let's go over and have a look." Old Qi didn't give Qi Bao'er any time to think about it, and he took the first step and moved towards the tower.
Qi Baoer could only follow him.
They did not bring torches, praying to Bao'er that it was not necessary, praying to the old man that the dark environment would embolden him for what he was going to do.
With only the dim illumination of the moonlight, even Piao Zai didn't notice that Qi Bao'er had a few leaves on his chubby hands.
Old man Qi carefully moved forward against the wall. His movements were a little clumsy, and upon closer inspection, his legs were trembling slightly.
Qi Bao'er, who was following closely behind him, seemed much more leisurely. She even had the time to talk to Piaozai silently.
She used her spiritual power to open her spiritual eyes for a while. It was just for a while. Now his father couldn't see Piaozai. She didn't have to worry about Piaozai's words disturbing her father.
"Xianjia, can this old man really be so cruel later?" I don't know what kind of person he is.
Qi Baoer shook her head, she didn't know.
"Actually, it doesn't matter even if the old man really takes action. Those are evil people and deserve to die."
"Xianjia, I never understood why the old man wanted to do this himself?"
Piaozai really didn't understand why someone who had been clean for more than fifty years wanted to stain his hands with blood now.
After being a ghost for many years, he has forgotten everything that should and should be forgotten. He only remembers the rules of the underworld.
The first criterion for the underworld to determine whether a soul is guilty is whether there is human life on it.
Contamination is a sin, let alone doing it by one's own hands.
The old man is the biological grandfather of the Xian family, so he shouldn't know this, but he decided to do this.
If Piao Zai says these words, Qi Bao'er will tell him that when the underworld determines whether a soul is guilty or not, it does not only look at the soul's past mistakes in life, nor only their merits in life, but all merits and demerits.
It’s just that you are slow to remember your merits. For example, the merit you save someone cannot offset your fault of killing a person. Killing a person is a crime in real life, but it may not be under the rules of the underworld. If this person is a wicked person, you are not just innocent.
Even if you pass, you still have merit.
The underworld has its own rules, which the kings of hell have no right to change. It is not 1 1 = 2.
At this time, the two souls had arrived at the tower. Old Man Qi slowly poked his head into the door like a ghost in slow motion in a movie, and stopped with only his eyes exposed.
What he didn't see was that Qi Bao'er was standing behind him in the middle of the door in an upright and arrogant manner.
She was looking at him with very speechless eyes.
If the people inside were smart, like her father just now, a piece of his head would have been chopped off long ago.
There was no wine or food on the table inside, but there was a very obvious smell of alcohol inside the tower, which even smelled a bit smoky at the door.
Is her father so nervous that he has lost his sense of smell?!
The situation inside can easily reduce people's tension by several percentage points. Once the tension dropped, Old Man Qi's whole body consciousness slowly returned, and he also smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
He turned around to talk to Qi Bao'er, and then he met a helpless little chubby face, "Uh..."
It's a little embarrassing. Is he being despised?
"Sir, do you want...???" Qi Bao'er stretched out his hand to cut his neck, and cut it back and forth several times.
Old man Qi looked left and right. The surrounding area was empty, and he looked into the tower again.
Qi Bao'er didn't stop him or make any noise to him, she just watched him silently.
Then she saw old man Qi walking in with his arms and legs bent.
There were some obvious recent damages in one corner of the tower, and a few bricks fell to the ground. Old man Qi went to pick up a brick first and knocked it on his hands.
Suddenly, he sprinted for 100 meters to the table, hitting the left and right, facing the two heads lying on the table with two bricks.