I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 155: Falling into a funeral
In order to win people's trust, Song Boyu specially took out these two things and handed them to Zheng Liehu.

Zheng Liehu took it, looked at it, and handed it back to Song Boyu, a little confused: "With your strength, it is credible to do such a big thing, but what does this have to do with what you said? Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes is the one who is alive among the ghost-faced brothers? ?”

Song Boyu nodded slightly: "I think it is the one who is still alive. As for whether there is anyone behind Brother Ghost Face, I don't know.

The reason why I think so starts with Liu Zhi..."

Song Boyu spoke very slowly, on the one hand to give himself a chance to think and organize his words, and on the other hand to observe Zheng Liehu's reaction.

It was impossible for him to directly tell Zheng Liehu that he knew it from historical scenes, which would appear to others to be making up lies, so Song Boyu started with Liu Zhi and briefly talked about how he was threatened by Liu Zhi and killed in anger. .

Later, when I entered the darkroom in the backyard, I accidentally learned some of Liu Zhi's plans.

With the help of his identity as Fu Jun's disciple, he also obtained some unexpected clues through Jingping Yamen, and pieced them together to find a hidden person in the snow and mud claws, a mysterious person who taught Wu Rende the secret technique of cultivating secrets.

This person's identity is none other than the brother of Quan Xiangyue who was killed by him, because the name of the immortal scripture they practiced is the same, called "Refining the Secret Treasure Sutra".

Zheng Liehu's expression changed as expected, and Song Boyu immediately asked: "Did you and Liu Zhi conspire to kill Wu Rende? I wonder what Liu Zhi said to you at that time?
If we want to catch this mysterious man, we must work together and we must not hide what we know!
I worked with others to kill Quan Xiangyue. If his brother showed up, he would definitely not let me go. We are on the same front. "

Zheng Liehu struggled slightly and sighed: "I did cooperate with Liu Zhi. She wanted to get rid of Wu Rende's control. I wanted to kill Wu Rende for revenge.

She also mentioned that Wu Rende was once taught the secret method of cultivating and refining ghosts by a mysterious person. It seems to be called "The Book of Refining Treasures of Creatures", which is the name you just mentioned.

I always thought that Wu Rende killed my entire family just to feed the trickster. Now according to your statement, it should be under the instruction of that mysterious man!

But I really can’t figure out why this ghost-faced man wanted to kill my whole family. "

As he spoke, he hit the ground hard with his fist, making a crashing sound.

Song Boyu pondered: "I wonder if you have ever thought about it, but it has something to do with your family? For example, is there something mysterious about your family that happens to be related to the evil art of cultivating evil spirits?"

Zheng Liehu calmed down his emotions, thought seriously, and said in a low voice: "My family is indeed strange. It is said that we are descendants of the tombkeepers of the Zhou Dynasty, guarding Zhou Chenshan for generations, but this is just a legend.

By the way, my family has a mysterious stone tablet, which may be related to it.

Didn't you ask me why my spiritual bones were broken?

I was able to easily kill Wu Rende because of the nameless archery technique I learned from the mysterious slate. This archery technique can produce a powerful mind arrow, but it comes with a huge price!

For example, the spiritual bones are broken and the body is permanently disabled! "

Song Boyu thought deeply and said, "Perhaps this really has something to do with Zhou Chenshan.

Could it be that killing your entire clan can change Zhou Chenshan to some extent?
I wonder if we can take a look at the slate today? "

Zheng Liehu sighed and shook his head: "The stone slab is hidden in a secret place and cannot be moved.

You can't go today unless you don't support the funeral tomorrow.

After you're done with your work here, we'll go look at the slate again.

However, you may not be destined to the slate, and you may get nothing.

Even for myself, I was probably blessed by the wronged souls of the entire clan and learned about the nameless archery skill in my dream.

As for Zhou Chenshan, we must have been there many times, and there is nothing unusual about it! "

The two chatted until late at night and gained nothing extra, but Zheng Liehu basically agreed with Song Boyu's inference that the mysterious man with a ghost face was the real culprit of everything.

Zheng Liehu originally thought that the great revenge had been avenged, and his heart was filled with deathly silence and sadness. At this moment, he suddenly understood that the real murderer was still at large, and his silent anger surged and burned again.

Song Boyu actually wanted to ask Zheng Liehu about the unknown archery skill, but at this time, the two had just known each other for less than a day, so it was not good to ask rashly, so he had to suppress his thoughts.

The next morning, Tai's third uncle Song Jianming, whom he had not seen for a long time, Song Boyu's contemporary Song Huaiwei, and Uncle Jingben, who had often come to help in the past few days, all came early.

"Bo Yu, there will be a funeral today, and all the members of the Song clan who have not left the fifth service will be here. Then you can just listen to my arrangements for everything."

Song Jianming said to Song Boyu very solemnly.

Song Boyu nodded, bowed and thanked him, "Thank you for everything, my third uncle!"

About an hour later, the Song clan's family ties had basically expired. Several people of Song Boyu's contemporaries used bamboo poles to lift the coffin. There were eight people in the front, left, and right, with Song Boyu carrying the left front position.

When he arrived at the village gate, Song Boyu raised a pottery basin, smashed it to pieces, and knelt down crying.

Xiu Niang covered her face with her hair and was also sobbing.

All the clan members cried, and the sound shook for miles.

I don't know when, five knights in gorgeous clothes stopped at an intersection not far from the village. The person leading the way was Dr. Lu, a tourist from Xiaguan Township.

One of them, a yellow-faced middle-aged man wearing a shamanistic cloak, frowned and said in disgust, "What are you doing? A group of people are blocking the door and crying. It's so unlucky."

"Reporting to the chief priest, it should be the funeral director of Song Boyu's family in Wuyi, Shangxiang. It was he who killed Liu Zhi and eradicated this scourge that was so deeply hidden." Dr. Lu quickly bowed to smooth things over.

The round-faced middle-aged man wearing a headband on the other side brightened his eyes and said with a smile: "It's Song Boyu who persuades good people to return home. He is indeed a talented person. Let's wait and let them pass."

The yellow-faced man wearing a shamanic sacrificial cloak frowned, thinking: How can a common man have such a great reputation and climb the high branches of the government? He is definitely a man who is good at maneuvering.

The man in the yellow-faced cloak reluctantly jumped up from his horse and leaped into the air: "You guys wait here, I, the priest, will go to the temple to take a look first."

"Priest Zhu, Priest Zhu..." The round-faced man wearing a black veil shouted twice. Seeing no response, he snorted in dissatisfaction:
"These guys from the big temple in the Holy Land are so unscrupulous! The court should straighten things out and maintain moral integrity."

Doctor Lu couldn't say anything, so he could only laugh along with him: "Master Cui, calm down your anger. Do you want Boyu to come and see you?"

Cui Zhubo really wanted to see Song Boyu, but then he thought that it was not appropriate for someone to carry the coffin for the funeral at this time: "Let's wait a while, don't rush for a while."

Song Boyu had a solemn look on his face and slowly carried the coffin. He had developed a soft body and had stronger hearing than ordinary people. These people were not far away from here, so he heard all the conversations.

(End of this chapter)