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Chapter 81: Restoring Memory

"To summarize: there were five people in this group, wearing masks with ghost heads. The leader was about the same height as me, and spoke to me in a falsetto voice. I don't know the rest. Wang Jiajia went to report to the official, and in a flash

It’s been half a month, and I don’t know if Magistrate Xu has found anything. Because there is no definite information, I haven’t reported it yet.”

I started to talk about it. As for those eyes that were similar to Mr. Lin’s, I thought about it again and again, but I still held back and didn’t say anything more. After all, it was just a feeling. There are many people with similar looks and expressions in this world:

For example, Dongfang Xiong has been pretending to be Dongfang Ying for more than ten years; Xiao Mu is very similar to Mrs. Mu, especially the eyes; and that Li Dongsheng is just like Li Huichun's egg-born brother.

Meng Sima pondered for a moment and pointed to everyone: "Xiang Wenbo, Linghu Zhong, Lin Shu, Zhang Fan, Lei Shaoxuan, Song Chengde, Li Qingquan, Wang Yicheng, Song Yi, come out."

The nine people were stunned and took a step forward.

Lei Shaoxuan shook his head: "Sima, you don't really believe the nonsense of that red-faced ghost, do you?"

"That is, why did we kidnap Madam Wang? The spy must have noticed that there was something wrong with Madam Mu's large-scale marriage recruitment, so he deliberately said that his master was one of us and asked us to kill each other so that he could reap the benefits.

." Song Chengde also defended.

Meng Sima smiled slightly: "Don't worry about this, I am not doubting you. Magistrate Xu had already asked Madam Mu that night, and Madam Mu also promised that you would not do such a thing. Besides, Li Jianghu can

What does he know, and how much information about Madam Mu can he provide so that one of you can take a shortcut?"

"Sima Yingming. What Song is a little worried about is whether the red-faced ghost head will know that the nine of us are secret agents with eyes from the sky?" Song Yi, who had been silent all this time, finally plucked up the courage to ask.

"This is very possible."

Wang Yicheng was no longer calm: "Then what should we do?"

"I asked you to come out because I want to solemnly tell you not to worry about this matter. You can still live your life as usual. They are just suspicious. What can they find?"

"Then...could they also send people to keep an eye on me?" Song Chengde was still worried.

"That's natural. You have to be more careful. Maybe next time I will tie you up, torture you, and force you to betray our secret agent." Du Xiuzhen said seriously.

Song Chengde hurriedly held up his hands and said: "Sima, don't worry, no matter what, I will never betray our team."

"Yes, neither can I."

"Never betray the team."

The nine people swore an oath one after another.

Meng Sima smiled with satisfaction: "Okay. I believe in you! You are all personally selected by the imperial envoy. I believe in your loyalty and your ability!"

"Then what should we do next?" Quan Kang asked.

Meng Sima frowned: "It's best to find out the identities of those people as soon as possible quietly."

"Ah? How can we check this? We have never met before."

"Didn't Li Jianghu and Wang Jiajia meet them? This matter will be left to your team. The other teams must give their full support." Meng Sima nodded to me: "I heard that your mother was also tricked into going to the city by them that day.

In addition, you were also injured?"

"Yes. Thank you Sima for your concern. It's no longer a serious problem now."

"That's good. I wonder if anyone will harass you during this period?"

I thought about it and found that, apart from occasionally feeling someone peeking in, I was not blatantly disturbed, so I replied, "No."

"That's it," Meng Sima suddenly realized: "The two waves of spies who came to our Xiangzhou City acted alone. Yang Mosheng wanted to rely on you and Fatty Wang to find out the news about Jianghu Inn and the Governor's Mansion, and those ghost-faced men also

This is the thinking, but they don't want to get close to you like Yang Mosheng, but choose to use the people around you to threaten you so that you are forced to cooperate with them.

It wasn't until your mother was injured that you asked Mrs. Mu for half a month's leave to take care of you at home, and those ghost-faced people realized that they were self-defeating. They secretly monitored and discovered Yang Mosheng's identity, so they stayed put for the time being, waiting for Yang Mosheng to take action first."

"Sima is saying that the two teams of craftsmen in Xiangzhou City are now plotting against him?" Dongfang Hong asked, pointing at me.

"He? He's a tofu seller... Hahaha, brother Li, don't worry, I'm not looking down on you." Wang Yicheng smiled apologetically at me, and then said: "I'm surprised, he's just an ordinary little vendor.

,Why do those people think so highly of him?"

Meng Sima said: "It is precisely because he is so ordinary that even if he does something, no one pays attention to it, just like the imperial envoy insists on choosing him to join the Secret Eyes of the Sky.

Now, those careful eyes are fixed on Madam Mu and the nine of you. So you must be more careful recently."

"Yes." Nine people replied in unison.

"Here are some tips, which are your respective tasks next." Meng Sima distributed eleven bags to each team, except for our team.

"Okay, you all have gotten to know each other, and Meng Sima has arranged all the tasks. That's it for today's party. Disband." Xiao Mu turned the bun over and said leisurely.

"yes."

Everyone dispersed, but I was in no hurry to leave. Meng Sima gave our team such an important task, how should I do it? I had to find Xiao Mu to find out.

"Brother Li, let's go." Du Xiuzhen said to Li Huichun.

Li Huichun turned a deaf ear and kept staring at Dongfang Hong, as if there was still something unfinished.

Dongfang Hong must have sensed it, and turned around and walked towards Li Huichun: "Doctor Li, what's wrong? I think you seem to have something on your mind today? You smell of alcohol early in the morning, but what happened?"

Li Huichun's eyes turned red. After hearing these words, he suddenly rushed forward like a crazy leopard. In the blink of an eye, I saw his golden flute pointed at Dongfang Hong's neck. No, it was not the golden flute.

A foot-long sharp blade actually stretched out from the other end of the golden flute.

"Brother Li!" Du Xiuzhen was shocked, and Wang Jiajia next to her also changed her face.

What's the situation? This Li Huichun has been in a state of confusion since he entered the house. Could it be that he was really shocked when he saw Mrs. Mu's wedding yesterday and became delirious?

"I have remembered everything that happened in Xiangzhou, including the Hungry Ghost Festival three years ago...Jueqing Cliff..." Li Huichun's tone was full of sorrow, and the dagger he put on Dongfang Hong's neck was even more...

It's as cold as the snow and wind outside.

Dongfang Hong just smiled faintly: "Okay, I have been waiting for this day for three years. Now that you have remembered it, let's make an end today."

"Senior brother!" Wang Lanlan held his arm and shook her head with tears in her eyes: "No."

Dongfang Hong gently pushed her hand away: "When is the time to retaliate? Promise me not to avenge me anymore, and take good care of Yuhe. Father, please forgive the child for being unfilial. I am now the owner of Shenlong Villa. We Shenlong three years ago

Now I am willing to shoulder the responsibility for the mistakes that the Villa has made against Tiansheng Palace."

"Amitabha." Master Wulian stood with one hand on his chest and looked at Li Huichun: "People cannot be resurrected after death. Huichun, it is not easy for you to be reborn, so why are you still persistent?"

"Haha, persistence? Master Wulian, I think you are my master's friend, so I can let you go for now. If you still insist on protecting your son, then don't blame me for being rude." Li Huichun said coldly.

He said, word for word, as cold as ice.

Su Xiaolu had already gone out. When he saw me lingering, he came in with another pile of firewood. Seeing this, he was so frightened that he shrank behind me and said, "What's going on? I went to hold a few firewood and the knife reached my neck."

Up?"

I swallowed: "That's a sword. Look, there are sharp edges on both sides."

"So what? It's not the same if you cut it on the neck." Su Xiaolu timidly put the firewood next to the brazier and looked at Xiao Mu for help.

Xiao Mu, on the other hand, was still baking steamed buns seriously, as if he didn't even notice what was happening in front of him.

Is this a life and death battle? I subconsciously pulled Wang Jiajia up and took a few steps to the side.

"Brother Jianghu, what's going on with Dr. Li?" Wang Jiajia didn't reject me this time. She let me hold her hand and even put her other hand on my arm. I could feel her trembling slightly, maybe hiding behind

Having me around can give her some comfort.

"Let's do it. The imperial envoy is here. Everyone can bear witness that I am willing to die and will not hold you accountable." Dongfang Hong said calmly as before.

My heart was in my throat. I didn't expect that there would be such a person, urging others to kill him, yet he could be so calm.

"Don't think I don't dare." Li Huichun moved his hand forward, and the sharp blade on the golden flute was pressed against Dongfang Hong's neck. A trace of blood trickled down his neck, dyeing his pure white face red.

Fur collar.

"Brother Mu!" I called softly. The only person who could stop Li Huichun at this moment was Xiao Mu, and he actually still indulged himself.

"Brother Li, stop!" A childish voice sounded. Liu Jiabao was breathing heavily, his face was red, and he was obviously in a hurry to come back.

"It's none of your business, get out!" Dongfang Hong glanced at him and scolded.

Liu Jiabao took a few steps forward, holding the golden flute with his little hand: "Brother Li, no! I know that you and Shenlong Villa have an sworn hatred, but all of this was caused by Dongfang Xiong. He is now

He was also sent to Chang'an for execution, and he deserved what he deserved.

My senior brother was also forced back then. He didn't even know who his father was, so he listened to Dongfang Xiong's order and did something that was sorry for you."

"Liu Jiabao, please get out of the way. Since ancient times, murder has been punished with life. Other faults can be attributed to my uncle, but I killed his wife with my own hands, and I have nothing to do with it." Dongfang Hong said firmly.

Li Huichun’s wife? Could he be referring to Lady Mu?

"Oh, Sister Xian'er, I can't help you!" Liu Jiabao stamped his foot and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Brother Li, since you have remembered it, you should know that your wife is Sister Xian'er.

She is not dead, so why should she seek revenge?"

Li Huichun's hand holding the flute dropped, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of tears: "Yes, she is still alive, but... she is no longer my wife... we can never get back together.

went……"

"Who is not dead? Liu Jiabao, please explain it to me clearly!" Dongfang Hong shouted.

"Oh, senior brother, it's just... oh, I swore to keep it secret, hey, no matter! Senior brother, sister Xian'er is still alive, if you don't believe it, ask the imperial envoy! Brother Mu, tell me! Sister Xian'er got married yesterday, Mu

The eldest brother is also present. Oh, and Sister Du, tell me, is Sister Xianer still alive?" Liu Jiabao hurriedly pointed towards Xiao Mu and Du Xiuzhen.

"What are you talking about? Of course Sister Xian'er is alive." Du Xiuzhen looked confused.

Dongfang Hong was filled with surprises: "Are you saying that Mu Xian'er from Jianghu Inn who is seeking marriage in the city this time is Lin Yuhe back then? Liu Jiabao, are you sure you are right?"
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