These punches hit Jiang Shangli for a moment, and tears flowed from his mouth and nose. He leaned his back on the rocks in Shandong and murmured in a low voice:

"I am a great master of Maoshan, and I am the one who is on the river..."

Lin Hai looked at Jiang Shangli, who was leaning against the rocks and even standing a little reluctantly, and only heard his own voice, and he was filled with emotion for a moment.

"You have children and daughters, and your family is perfect. Why can't you survive incognito? So what if you take revenge? In the end, you are betrayal of everyone, you are asking for your own fault!"

Things were exactly as he thought. After Jiang Shangli's first wife in Niujia Village went to the yamen to report his hiding place, she secretly took Wei Ling and Wei Feng, who had become corpse.

Jiang Shangli was dressed in a gorgeous dress and sat at the entrance of the cave to drink. Obviously, he was discouraged after learning the news that his wife and children were avoiding him. So he came to the entrance of the cave to wait for the officers and soldiers to come to the door. If it weren't for this, no matter how deep Lin Hai had in his previous relationship with Wei Ling, the few punches he swung at Jiang Shangli alone would be enough to make him corpse on the spot.

On the river, Li Bei was leaning against the rocks and slowly sat down to the ground. It was not until now that Lord Liang and his soldiers rushed to capture the prisoner. However, the Youzhou chief inspector had no joy on his face, but he was worried:

"The rebellion of Jiang Shangli relies on the zombie Wei Ling. Now the main murderer has been arrested, but Wei Ling is still lurking outside. I really feel uneasy!"

Jiang Shangli, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke after hearing this: "After I die, there will be no more zombies in the world, only Wei Ling."

"What's the meaning?"

Lord Liang was puzzled, but Lin Hai squatted down with difficulty, his eyes facing Jiang Shangli's calm eyes, and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Jiang Shangli just smiled and said nothing.

A Maoshan hero who was once famous in the world was wandering among the people for more than 20 years. Even if he lost all his skills, how could he be deceived by a woman and saw that he was sold out without knowing it?

So the news recommended to the yamen was not so reported by his wife Chen, but rather by him.

But Lin Hai was still puzzled by this. With Wei Ling's strength, Jiang Shangli could attack Youzhou and start over in another place. Why did he have to stay here and wait for death?

Jiang Shangli, who was covered in blood, suddenly had a bright smile on his face. He smiled with tears in his eyes:

"I don't care how people view Jiang Shangli, but I want to be a hero for their siblings."

Lord Liang said disdainfully: "Just you deserve to call a hero?"

I don't know if it was because of the rising drunkenness. Jiang Shangli spoke at this time almost murmur, his eyes half open and half closed, just like an ordinary family. An old man who had accomplished nothing for most of his life boasted about his children when he was drunk, with a faint smugness:

"Wei Ling is not comparable to a zombie. She is my husband who has been visiting southern Xinjiang for more than 20 years and has collected the masterpiece of witchcraft. She is a gu person! My child Wei Feng is smart and clever. Before I left, I have collected all the experiences of witchcraft over the years in the book. As long as he practices well, he can remove the worms on his sister's body within less than a year. If you can hear a young man who is good at using witchcraft in the world in the future, that person must be my son Wei Feng!"

The audience was silent. Listening to the weak and down-and-out man, who spoke out the pride in his heart little by little, Lord Liang sighed, and the remaining scolding could no longer be heard.

Jiang Shangli suddenly cried out, and he shouted to Lin Hai:

"You kid just asked me if it was intentional, of course, labor and capital did it on purpose! Otherwise, would such a good child be with their incompetent father for the rest of his life? Ah?!"

Jiang Shangli's breath was weak, and blood began to ooze out of his mouth and nose. He had already taken poison before everyone arrived.

At the time of life and death, his consciousness began to drift away and his painstaking grievances of more than 20 years were repaid. Jiang Shangli seemed to have become the Maoshan hero who was guarding the righteousness and warding off evil spirits on Maoshan, and shouted in a low voice: "Wine comes!"

Everyone present looked slightly moved, but no one handed the wine to the old man who was dying. So Jiang Shangli quickly woke up from that trance again, with a slightly lonely expression, and got up and crawled towards the wine jar not far from the entrance of the cave.

At this time, the poison of his internal body had exploded. Every time he moved, it would be like a knife squeezing in his belly. The blood from his mouth flowed out, winding all the way, and finally stopped in front of the wine jar.

Jiang Shangli tried hard to pick up the wine jar, as if he was holding up not a jar of wine, but the forbearing and hard work that had been over twenty years, and had all the ups and downs and difficulties.

In this world, everyone will have a hero in their hearts when they are young.

Master Du Zhen clasped his hands together and lowered his name: "Namo, Amitabha!"

The altar on the river is shaking like drunkenness, the clouds are scattered and the crown is scattered, and there is no sound again.

Lord Liang came up and patted Lin Hai on the shoulder, and just said, "Brother Lin..." Unexpectedly, Lin Hai suddenly turned around and pulled out the sword from Lord Liang's waist, and said coldly:

"Borrow a long sword for me!"

The cold and fierce sword light was slashed down before everyone could react. A line suddenly appeared between Jiang Shangli's neck, and then the body separated.

Lin Hai returned the long sword into the sheath and lifted Jiang Shangli's head in his hand: "No matter what, he owes an explanation from the Liu family!"

Lord Liang wanted to say something to fight for his head, but then he thought, after Taoist Xing died, Ma Shounian had already hid in the city lord's mansion like a frightened bird, and he didn't even dare to show his head every day. Even if he took the head back, he might have to be brought back to Kyoto to receive the merits. Why did he offend Lin Hai for this? So he nodded and asked his subordinates to take the body back.

Lin Hai and everyone broke up at the Youzhou city gate. He wrapped Jiang Shangli's head in cloth and barely ran towards Baicaotang Liu's house.

After many days, Liu Xingchen's mourning hall had already been removed. The scale of this worship was not grand in a hurry, but it was enough to comfort the dead.

Lin Hai went forward to present the three pillars of fragrance, and the blue smoke lingered around the tablet engraved with the word Liu Gongxing Shen's spiritual position. Under the altar, the mourning Mrs. Liu and the young son kowtowed Lin Hai to thank him for his grudge.

"My Lin family's words were still valid before. I just hope that Mrs. Liu can carefully raise the young master into a talent, so that Mr. Liu can also smile in the underworld."

"I'll save myself, thank Mr. Lin again!"

"Please get up quickly, there is no need to be like this."

Regarding the Liu family, although Lin Hai was quite generous in handling the matter, he did not find the murderer. Strictly speaking, Wei Ling was brought to Baicaotang by herself, and Doctor Liu died because of this. Therefore, Lin Hai always felt that he was in debt to the Liu family.

But then again, if Lin Hai hadn't met Wei Ling's brothers because of this, he would have died when he first met on the long street that night.

Is it true that every drink and every peck? Cause and effect cycle, and retribution is unhappy.

Lin Hai walked out of the gate of Liu Mansion, looked at Baicaotang, whose business was not as good as before, and strode away.
Chapter completed!