These few punches directly knocked Jiang Shangli into a daze. Tears and tears flowed from his mouth and nose. He leaned his back on the rocks of Shandong and murmured in a low voice:

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

Lin Hai looked at Jiang Shangli who was leaning on the rocks, barely able to even stand up. He only heard his muttering to himself and was filled with emotions for a moment.

"You have children and a happy family. Why can't you live in anonymity? So what if you took revenge? In the end, everyone was betrayed and separated. You asked for it!"

Things were exactly as he thought. Jiang Shangli's first wife in Niujia Village went to the Yamen to report his hiding place, and then secretly left with the corpses of Wei Ling and Wei Feng.

Jiang Shangli dressed up and sat at the entrance of the cave drinking heavily. Apparently he was disheartened after learning the news that his wife and children had fled. He simply came to the entrance of the cave and waited for the officers and soldiers to come. If not, no matter what Lin Hai and Wei Ling had done before,

Such a deep friendship, just the few punches he threw at Jiang Shangli were enough to kill him on the spot.

Jiang Shangli leaned against the rocks and slowly sat down on the ground. It was only at this moment that Master Liang and other officers and soldiers rushed to arrest the prisoner. However, the Youzhou Chief Constable did not have any joy on his face, but was worried:

"The chaos in Jiang Shangli all depended on Wei Ling, the walking corpse. Now that the main culprit has been brought to justice, Wei Ling is still lurking outside, which really makes me feel uneasy!"

Jiang Shangli, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke when he heard this: "After I die, there will be no more Wei Ling walking dead in the world, only Wei Ling."

"What's the meaning?"

Master Liang didn't understand what he meant, but Lin Hai squatted down with great effort, his eyes were level with Jiang Shangli's indifferent 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 has been living among the people for more than 20 years. Even if he has lost all his skills, how can he be concealed by a woman and sold out without knowing it?

Therefore, the news that he was recommended to the Yamen was not so much reported by his wife Chen as it was released by him.

But Lin Hai was still puzzled by this. With Wei Ling's strength, Jiang Shangli could completely fight out of Youzhou and start over somewhere else. Why did he have to stay here and wait to die?

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

"I don't care what the world thinks of Jiang Shangli, but among their siblings, I want to be a hero."

Master Liang said disdainfully: "You alone are worthy of being called a hero?"

I don’t know if it was because of the drunkenness, but Jiang Shangli was talking like gibbering at this time, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, just like an ordinary old man who has accomplished nothing for most of his life, bragging about his children to everyone after being drunk, with a hint of pride:

"Wei Ling is not just a walking corpse. She is the result of my searching for more than 20 years in southern Xinjiang and the mastery of voodoo skills. She is a voodoo person! My little son Wei Feng is smart and clever. Before I leave, I have learned all the voodoo skills over the years.

All his experiences are collected in the book. As long as he practices according to the practice, he can get rid of the insect poison on his sister in less than a year. In the future, if you can hear a young man who is good at using poison in the world, that person must be him.

My son Wei Feng!"

The whole place fell into silence. Listening to this down-and-out man with a weak breath expressing his pride bit by bit, Mr. Liang sighed and could no longer say the rest of his curses.

The nagging Jiang Shangli suddenly cried, and he said loudly to Lin Hai:

"You just asked me if it was intentional. Of course it was intentional! Otherwise, would such a good child have to hide around with their incompetent father all their life? Ah?!"

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

At the moment of life and death, his consciousness began to wander and he was careless. Once more than twenty years of hard work and grievances were repaid, Jiang Shangli seemed to have turned into the Maoshan hero who kept upright and avoided evil on Maoshan Mountain. He shouted in a low voice with high spirits: "Here comes the wine."

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Everyone present looked slightly moved, but no one offered wine to the dying old man. So Jiang Shangli quickly woke up from that trance again, with a slightly lonely look on his face, and stood up to drink wine not far from the entrance of the cave.

Climb away from the altar.

At this time, the poison in his body had exploded, and every time he moved, his stomach felt like a knife being twisted, and dirty blood flowed out of his mouth, winding all the way, and finally stopped in front of the wine jar.

Jiang Shangli struggled to pick up the wine jar, as if what he was picking up was not a jar of wine, but more than twenty years of hard work, ups and downs and difficulties, and he drank it all in one gulp.

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

Master Duzhen clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Namo, Amitabha!"

The altar on the river was swaying as if drunk, the clouds were scattered, the high crown was scattered, and there was no sound again.

Master 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 Master Liang's waist, and said coldly:

"Borrow me your long sword, sir!"

The cold and sharp sword light was slashed down before anyone could react. A line suddenly appeared between Jiang Shangli's neck, who was lying on the ground, and then his body was separated.

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

Mr. Liang wanted to say something to win over the head, but then he thought about it. After the death of Taoist Xing, Ma Shounian had already hid in the city lord's mansion like a frightened bird. He didn't even dare to show his head every day. This head was the one he brought with him.

If he went back, he would probably be taken back to Kyoto to receive his merit, so why should he offend Lin Hai for this? So he nodded in agreement and asked his men to take the body back.

Lin Hai separated from everyone at the gate of Youzhou City. He wrapped Jiang Shangli's head with a cloth and forced his horse to run wildly towards the Liu House of Baicao Hall.

After many days, Liu Xingchen's mourning hall had long been removed. The scale of the hasty worship was not grand, but it was enough to comfort the deceased.

Lin Hai stepped forward and offered three pillars of fragrant incense, and the green smoke lingered around the tablet inscribed with the inscription Liu Gongxing's fallen soul. Under the altar table, the weeping Mrs. Liu and the young master kowtowed to Lin Hai to thank him.

The grace of avenging hatred.

"My previous words from the Lin family are still valid. I only hope that Mrs. Liu can carefully raise the young master to be a talented person, so that Mr. Liu can smile even under the nine springs."

"I'll spare you the trouble. I'd like to thank Mr. Lin again for your great kindness!"

"Please get up quickly, it doesn't have to be like this."

Regarding the Liu family, although Lin Hai dealt with it quite generously, the murderer was not found in the end. Strictly speaking, Wei Ling was brought to Baicaotang by herself, and Doctor Liu died because of this, so Lin Hai always felt that there was something wrong with the Liu family.

What is owed.

But then again, if Lin Hai hadn't gotten to know the Wei Ling siblings through this, he would have been dead when they first met on the long street that night.

One drink and one peck, could it be destiny? Cause and effect cycle, retribution is unpleasant.
Chapter completed!