Wife is hell

Chapter 41: The Wife is the Murderer?

Jiang Mu chatted with his aunt about Shi Baolu's case for a while, offered her some words of comfort, and then returned to his own room.

The day's hard work left him physically and mentally exhausted.

The moment his body touched the bed, he fell into a deep sleep almost instantly, and didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

When Jiang Mu woke up, his whole body ached.

It felt like I was being bullied all night by some big-breasted succubus.

It seems that the backlash from forcibly using Senior Sister's Donghuang Taichu Bell has not yet completely subsided.

"I need to find some free time to go to Chongtian Temple first."

During breakfast, Jiang Mu stroked the bell and thought to himself, "Even if this world doesn't have spiritual energy, as long as I can find a suitable cultivation method, there's always a way to unleash the power of a magic weapon."

Moreover, I recall that some cultivation techniques don't necessarily require spiritual energy; they can also activate supernatural powers through the long-term cultivation of one's own qi and blood.

After having breakfast, Jiang Mu went to the neighbor's yard.

Worried about her younger brother, Shi Yuhua didn't sleep well all night. Her eyes were red, and she looked like a delicate girl who was absent-minded.

Jiang Mu did not see Shi Xueying.

According to Shi Shuangsui, the little girl, her second sister came back very late last night and left again before dawn this morning.

I wonder if her master can really help.

But Jiang Mu felt the chances were slim.

At present, Shi Baolu is almost impossible to clear of suspicion of murder, and it also involves the relatives of the deputy director Yu Zhengqing and the power of the Yang family.

Once the other party is determined to handle matters strictly by official procedures and starts making a scene, it will be difficult for anyone to turn the tide.

This is also why he didn't ask Tang Jinxian for help yesterday.

Tang Jinxian was, after all, a powerful outsider. No matter how much power she had, she could not suppress Yu Zhengqing, a local tyrant who had been entrenched for many years, in a short period of time.

If the other party insists on acting according to the law, it will be difficult for her to openly show favoritism.

The only way out right now is to find evidence to prove that Shi Baolu is not involved in the murder.

How can this be proven?
Although the testimonies of those people from Yuxianglou had loopholes, they could not directly prove Shi Baolu's innocence.

Witness testimony was lacking, and physical evidence was even more scarce...

"Physical evidence... wait!"

Jiang Mu's heart stirred, and he suddenly remembered that when he went to the private room of Yuxianglou yesterday to investigate, the bell in his arms had inexplicably trembled slightly.

I didn't pay attention to it at the time.

But after a good night's sleep, my mind cleared up considerably, and a flash of inspiration struck me, allowing me to grasp a crucial point.

He immediately returned to his room, took out the bell, and stroked the intricate runes on it, his eyes flashing with uncertain light:

"Senior Sister's Eastern Emperor Primordial Bell has an ability called 'Heavenly Secrets Tracing Back,' which I remember allows one to rewind and view images of the moment of death..."

But how can this ability be used?

The "Heavenly Secrets Tracing the Shadows" technique involves extremely profound magical seals, which even my senior sister rarely uses.

Jiang Mu took out a piece of white paper and carefully traced the incomprehensible runes on the bell, hoping to awaken some dormant fragments of memory.

Whenever Jiang Mu gets stuck and can't think of anything, he shakes the bell to stimulate himself.

It felt like a blunt knife was slowly stirring in my brain, prying out fragments of long-forgotten memories bit by bit.

The process was incredibly enjoyable.

Jiang Mu fainted several times.

This also brought back some strange, vague memories for him.

I remember my senior sister liked to suddenly ring a bell when the two of us were sparring.

Then the bell will release an electric current.

Then roll your eyes and stick out your tongue or something.

Anyway, it was very impressive.

And so, relying on this "bell stimulation therapy," Jiang Mu endured two whole days in the room, finally managing to piece together the approximate hand seals needed to perform "Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows" from the fragments of his memory.

"Heavenly secrets operate silently, guided by the Daoist heart. The Yellow Springs and the Azure Heavens, they can all be found clearly..."

Jiang Mu stared at the stacks of papers covered in runes on the table and murmured,

"Although it's not complete yet, it's worth a try."

"Stone, Stone, I've risked half my life for you, you idiot. I hope you won't let me down."

……

Composing himself, Jiang Mu returned to Yuxiang Tower.

To successfully perform "Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows," two conditions must be met:

First, one must possess a part of the deceased's body as a medium; second, one must return to the original scene where the death occurred.

The ear that Jiang Mu had previously collected came in handy.

This time, he brought Shi Yuhua along again.

After all, the "Heavenly Secrets Tracing Shadows" technique is quite advanced, and he was afraid that he might faint and be taken advantage of by the girls at Yuxiang Pavilion. It would be more reassuring to have someone look after him. The private room where the incident occurred had already been cleaned up.

But because someone had died there, even the pleasure-seeking customers avoided it like the plague.

The place was empty and had an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

"I need to inspect the scene in a bit. You stay at the door and don't let anyone else in to disturb me."

Jiang Mu instructed Shi Yuhua, "If I suddenly faint, don't panic. Just stay by my side. I will definitely wake up."

Shi Yuyuan nodded vigorously and retreated to the doorway as instructed.

Although she didn't know what Jiang Mu was going to do, she could guess that his next move might be dangerous, and her beautiful eyes were filled with worry.

Jiang Mu recalled the distribution of bloodstains from the previous two days, estimated the location where Young Master Yang died, took out the severed ear wrapped in a handkerchief, and placed it on the ground.

Then, he placed the bell next to his ear.

With everything ready, Jiang Mu bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto it.

As the hand seal was performed, the bell began to shake automatically.

At the same time, a strong sense of dizziness surged into Jiang Mu's brain, and his consciousness, as if falling into a vortex, began to rapidly blur and peel away...

……

After an unknown amount of time, his scattered consciousness regrouped.

Jiang Mu found himself still in the private room, but Shi Yuhua was no longer there.

But the scene inside the private room made his pupils contract.

A young, chubby boy with blood streaming from his mouth was being trampled underfoot by a richly dressed young master.

The person being trampled on was none other than Shi Baolu.

"Success?"

Jiang Mu was overjoyed.

The scene unfolding before our eyes is undoubtedly a replay of the images from the day Young Master Yang died.

At this moment, Young Master Yang was drunk and ferocious, one hand covering his blood-soaked ear, the other holding a wood-chopping axe, cursing loudly at Shi Baolu at his feet:

"You worthless idiot, you dog-like thing, how dare you bite me?! Who do you think you are?!"

"After I deal with you today, I'll bring some men to strip your mute sister naked, tie her up in the street corner, and let the whole city see her..."

"..."

Shi Baolu struggled on the ground, but was seriously injured and unable to break free; his consciousness was somewhat blurred.

"Sure enough, the stone bit off his ear."

Jiang Mu observed carefully.

At that moment, he was like a transparent person, watching everything from the sidelines.

"Look at this young master Yang, he has a strong voice and doesn't seem like someone who's been corrupted by wine and women. He seems to have some martial arts skills."

Jiang Mu looked at Shi Baolu, who was being suppressed, and was surprised.

So how did Shi Baolu manage to turn the tables?
Just as he was pondering this, a strange change suddenly occurred before his eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared out of thin air in front of Young Master Yang!

A pair of severed hands!
Her hands are beautiful.

Her fingers were long and slender, her skin was like solidified cream, and she looked as clear and lustrous as jade, as if she were untouched by any worldly dust.

Young Master Yang also clearly saw the strangely appearing severed hands.

However, he seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move or even cry for help; the drunkenness and anger on his face were replaced by fear.

The severed hands slowly transformed from an illusion into reality.

He easily snatched the axe from Young Master Yang's hand, and then chopped down on it amidst the latter's terrified gaze.

One stroke after another, like chopping meat...

Blood spurted out.

"This is……"

Jiang Mu was horrified.

For some reason, he felt that the severed hands were incredibly familiar.

It felt so familiar, as if we had kissed and caressed each other countless days and nights before…

Until Jiang Mu saw a strange, scarlet butterfly tattoo slowly emerge on the back of the hand, his mind went completely blank.

He remembered.

That is--

His wife's hand!
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(End of this chapter)