The second floor was dark, and the first floor was lit with oil lamps, and the light through the yellow paper windows was slightly dim.
Huang An stood in front of the door. There was a smell of meat coming from the crack of the door, and then it was blown away by the cold wind, but strangely, the room was very quiet.
There was no sound of boys and girls playing around that Huang An wanted to hear.
Huang An took a deep breath, pulled out the dagger, held it in his right backhand, hid it in his sleeve, and carried it behind his back.
Then he opened the wheat straw curtain of the door with one hand, and while breathing, he pushed the door open and entered.
The room is not big, but it is very cozy. A family of four, two half-year-olds and two children, are sitting around the table. There is an empty stool next to the table.
Huang An suddenly pushed open the door and entered, causing the already quiet atmosphere in the room to instantly become dead silent.
The air seemed to freeze instantly, and the atmosphere was depressing
This is Pang Han's house.
Huang An glanced at the faces of the four people in the room.
The old man Pang was shaking like chaff, as if he was ashamed to see people, and did not dare to raise his head and look at Huang An.
Huang An looked down and saw a wet footprint extending from his feet to his own.
Huang An's eyes narrowed, there was only one footprint?
Mother Pang gritted her teeth and looked at Huang An, as if she knew something.
She seemed to be trying to pretend she didn't know anything, and her face showed she was confused.
But the hatred and fear in his eyes cannot be concealed.
The two children held the heads of chopsticks in their mouths, looking at Huang An curiously with their big cute eyes.
The eldest daughter is about eleven or twelve years old, and the boy is about ten years old.
You must be sensible.
It's a pity that the two children are too quiet and they know everything.
Huang An glanced at the strips of meat hanging from the beams, his pupils shrank, his eyelids sunk slightly, his waist was slightly arched, and he slowly stretched out his right hand hidden behind his back.
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The sky cleared up the next day, and crowds gathered inside the Zhao Family Martial Arts Gym, but strangely no one made any noise, and everyone looked solemn.
The atmosphere is a little weird.
There are senior brothers from the martial arts school, as well as government servants from the city lord’s mansion.
Pang Han's livid corpse lay quietly on the cold stone slab in the front yard.
Next to him is Old Man Pang, followed by Mother Pang, and their two children.
Huang An was inconspicuous among the crowd. He looked sluggish and his eyes were a little red.
The same was true for the disciples around him. Huang An calmly scanned the surrounding crowd, but did not find the person he wanted to see.
His eyes flickered, and Huang An stepped back a little.
Sister Zhao Yan stood in front of the five corpses, her expressions cold and angry, mixed with three parts surprise and seven parts grief.
"There is a vicious person in the city who actually attacked the disciples of my Zhao Family Martial Arts School and massacred all of them with ruthless methods!"
Zhao Yan's pretty face was cold, but she couldn't hide the solemn sadness in her eyes.
"What was found?"
The leading yamen servant of the City Lord's Mansion bowed his head.
"It rained heavily yesterday, but the murderer didn't leave any traces. Even at Old Man Pang's house, there were no traces!"
The yamen servant secretly cried out that he was unlucky. The murderer was too arrogant. He didn't know what kind of murderer a drug store owner had provoked, but he didn't even spare the two children.
And he killed him with one blow, without any hesitation and without many traces. Judging from the method, he must be an experienced hand.
Zhao Yan secretly sighed in his heart, it is really hateful that Senior Brother Pang and his family suffered such a vicious attack!
In such a troubled time, and dad is not here, what should we do?
"My martial arts master will naturally find a place to bury him. Please be careful, Mr. Yang. If you find traces of the murderer, report it as soon as possible! I have already written a letter this morning and sent it to my father in Youzhou City."<
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Zhao Yan tried her best to control her emotions and deal with this troublesome matter calmly.
"Yes, Miss Zhao!"
The yamen leader agreed in a low voice, feeling relieved at last.
After winking at the left and right, all the government officials clasped their fists at Zhao Yan and Zhao Le and whispered:
"Please rest assured, two girls, our City Lord's Mansion will definitely track down the murderer!"
He stopped talking, turned around and left.
Since Zhao Dun, the leader of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School, broke through, the status of the two young ladies of the Zhao Family in the entire Feng'an City is even more noble than that of the city lord.
Now that the eldest disciple of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School is dead, the city lord Li An is so anxious that he directly asks the government officials to send the bodies of the five Pang family members and the land deeds of the Pang Han family inside and outside the city to express his attitude.
Zhao Dun is a martial arts master in the Iron Bone Realm and has a deep mind. Li An doesn't know whether he will take this opportunity to attack his Li family.
However, he did not dare to gamble.
As for the government officials' promise to track down the murderer, no one took it seriously.
Judging from the blood hole on Pang Han's forehead, it was at least caused by late-stage copperskin realm masters who are proficient in concealed weapons. Even if they really want to investigate, they have to die to investigate.
But why is there such a big hole in the back of his head?
No one can tell, not even the coward in the city lord's palace, who can recognize the wound caused by a hidden weapon.
No one took seriously what the government officials said about tracking down the murderer, except Huang An at this time!
His heart was pounding all the time. Someone else ran away yesterday, and that person was definitely not a member of the Pang family.
Then who is it?
Yang Zaizhou?
But he wasn't there either! Huang An couldn't confirm whether it was Yang Zaizhou, the innocent-looking young man.
Did that man see the scene where he took out his pistol and shot Pang Han?
There shouldn't be, otherwise I would have seen the government officials who arrested me last night when I was alone in the small courtyard in the east of the city.
The Ming Dynasty strictly regulated firearms and strictly prohibited private manufacture and possession.
Huang An didn't sleep a wink all night because he was afraid that the officials would come to arrest him.
But it was getting dark all morning, and still no one came.
Huang An guessed that it might be because Ming Dynasty's current firearms were backward, and the man didn't realize that pistols were also a type of firearm.
In addition, the sky was dark, and the man could not see his appearance clearly. After all, Feng'an City was very poor, and many people here had night blindness and could not see clearly at night.
The stone in Huang An's heart relaxed a little.
As soon as the yamen officer left, all the senior brothers turned their attention to the current head of the martial arts school - senior sister Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan pursed her lips tightly and her eyes were red. She suppressed the pain in her heart, gently touched her sister with blood-red eyes, and ordered to the junior brothers:
"Senior Brother Pang has no relatives in his family. He has been practicing martial arts for ten years in my Zhao Family Martial Arts School and has long been like a family member. I didn't expect that such a misfortune would happen yesterday and no one in the family would be spared. Let's bury him today, in the field of our Zhao Family.
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All the disciples nodded in unison, looking sad.
In this world, when a whole family is in trouble, having someone to collect the body and find a place to bury it is considered a blessing among misfortunes.
The five members of the Pang family died quickly and were buried quickly.
Huang An and his junior brothers carried five coffins out of the city at around three o'clock in the evening.
Huang An was the weakest among the senior brothers. He followed the two senior sisters and sprinkled paper money in front of the team.
The cold wind blew, causing yellow and white paper money to fly all over the sky.
Some hung on the bare treetops, and some fell on people's hair, coffins, and shoulders.
Listening to the sad singing and howling, all the junior brothers could not help but sob softly.
Zhao Yan always looked cold and clenched his teeth secretly. Zhao Le's eyes were red and his nose was twitching.
Huang An did not dare to look at the two senior sisters. Like all the senior brothers, his eyes were red and he walked slowly with his head lowered.
Of course, Huang An's red eyes are not from sadness, but from staying up all night with his eyes wide open and nervous look on his face.
The sobbing of the two senior sisters made Huang An particularly harsh. He wanted to explain the reason, but he quickly suppressed this dangerous idea.
There has been a relationship between Pang Han and his two senior sisters for ten years.
How can a relationship that has lasted for ten years be affected by many quarrels and conflicts?
Once it is revealed, things will be out of Huang An's control.
Huang An didn't dare to take risks, he just hoped that he didn't leave any flaws yesterday.
At eight o'clock in the evening, when the sky was dark, everyone in the martial arts hall lit up torches, buried the coffin, filled it with soil, and erected a tombstone.
Everyone lined up to pour wine in front of the graves of the Pang family. The cold wind blew by, and paper money was scattered all over the world, yellow and white, swaying wantonly in the wind.
The flames in front of the tomb roared in the howling cold wind, and the ignited paper money was blown everywhere by the wind.
Huang An stood in front of the grave, his eyebrows lowered.
"Don't blame me, I don't want to die!"
With a slight movement of his lips, Huang An bowed and poured the wine in front of the graves of the two children of the Pang family.
On the way back, the team was very silent.
Huang An looked sideways at the little money fan and asked inadvertently:
"I wonder where Senior Brother Yang Zaizhou went? I haven't seen him all day today."
The little money fan twitched his nose, raised his head slightly and looked at Huang An, his eyes confused.
Senior Brother Yang?
Junior Brother Yang Zaizhou?
He didn't come?
The little money fan was so sad that she didn't notice.
Senior Sister Zhao suddenly spoke up to explain.
"Junior Brother Yang suddenly knocked on the door last night and said it was a letter from his little sister. His mother was critically ill and she left the city overnight last night."
Huang An's pupils shrank, then he calmed down, bowed his head and said no more questions.
When he was digging a hole just now, he asked other senior brothers that Yang Zaizhou was not from Feng'an City, but from Changluo County, a hundred and seventy miles away.
I left the city all night last night, so I must be at home now.
Why did his mother fall ill at this point, and why did he return to his hometown overnight?
Isn’t this all a bit too coincidental?
Yang Zaizhou is the owner of the footsteps that quickly disappeared last night?
Did he see himself killing Pang Han last night?
Impossible!
Huang An frowned, filled with questions.
There are too many loopholes here.
If that person was really Yang Zaizhou, when he saw that he had killed Pang Han, he should have reported it to the two senior sisters overnight. Why did he choose to go back overnight?
Huang An simply cannot accept this obvious logical flaw.
But if that person is not Senior Brother Yang, who is he?
Why didn't he choose to expose himself?
Did you really not see it?
Huang An's heart was in confusion.
Suddenly.
"Junior brother, you often go back and forth between the martial arts gym and your home. Be careful of thieves. You should stay in the martial arts gym these days."
A familiar voice of concern came from beside me.
Huang An's heart skipped a beat, and with the corner of his eye he glanced at Senior Sister Zhao's side face, which was hiding her sadness, and felt slightly relieved. This should be her unintentional words, she just simply cares about herself.
Huang An nodded and agreed.
For five days in a row, Huang An never went to the small courtyard in the east of the city. He practiced martial arts in the martial arts hall every day.
Pang Han's death caused silence in the martial arts hall for a few days, but now it basically has no impact.
Dead people are so common that they are a little numb.
The faint smile returned to the faces of the senior brothers and sisters.
Early this morning, the sky cleared up, and the white sunlight fell on the earth, but there was no warmth at all.
After practicing martial arts for a while, Huang An and Zhao Le, a small financial fan, both came out of the side door and went straight to the city lord's mansion.