Chapter 29:

"He died?"

Qiao Canxue was slightly surprised.

"What do you mean?" A sense of unease rose in her heart as she slowly stood up from the stone bench.

The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, only the sound of people’s breath could be heard.

No one was speaking in the entire courtyard.

The old man in gray clothes closed his eyes and rested beside, with his position as the 7th ranked martial artist, his status in the City Lord’s mansion was not low. Although he was ordered to protect the City Lord’s son’s life, he had no interest in getting involved in this farce.

Childe Guo didn’t say anything, only a silent smile appeared on his face.

"Didn’t you understand?" Childe Guo smiled when he reached a dead end.

"He was killed."

Childe Guo stood up and walked step by step towards the coffin holding Qiao Mu’s body.

He smiled and said, "Brother Qiao Mu was no match for those bandits. His internal strength quickly depleted and he ran out of strength. In the end, he was hacked to death by those bandits with chaotic knives, his body was completely unrecognizable."

"So, he is killed."

Old Huang took a slightly heavy breath, he looked at Qiao Canxue, wanting to say something but held back.

The monk next to him was even more impulsive. The veins on his forehead popped out, and he muttered to himself, "This is too much…"

However, Old Huang quietly held him back at this moment.

"Monk, don’t be impulsive. We have no way to deal with Childe Guo." He pointed in the direction of Qiao Mu’s coffin:

"Boss was always the most stubborn one, he was the only one who dared to defy Childe Guo, but now he’s lying there."

Childe Guo was still talking over there, he spoke with excitement, and Childe Guo kicked open the coffin lid with a strong, bloody smell immediately dispersing.

"Come."

"You are Qiao Mu’s family. Come over and confirm if this body is Qiao Mu. After all, his condition of death was too tragic, none of us could recognize him, we could only guess."

Qiao Canxue didn’t say anything, her face turned slightly pale as she took a step back.

"No…" Before she finished speaking, Childe Guo interrupted her with wild gestures:

"Are you trying to say…"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Childe Guo’s voice mixed with just the right amount of surprise, doubt, and grief.

"This is fake, the body is fake, the coffin is fake, I am fake! Everything is fake!"

"Actually, Qiao Mu didn’t die at all. He’ll be back safe and sound soon."

Speaking of this, the extravagant expression on Childe Guo’s face disappeared, and finally turned cold. He said lightly,

"If I were to say this, would it make you feel a little better?"

Qiao Canxue remained silent, unconsciously gripping the cane in her hand, her knuckles turning pale.

But inside, her heart was in complete chaos.

Outsiders thought that she and Qiao Mu were dependent on each other, like siblings.

In reality, she knew that she was the only orphan of the Qiao family, while Qiao Mu was just an outsider, and they had no blood relation. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

It was precisely because he was an outsider with no blood ties that all of this became even more precious.

After the Qiao family was wiped out, Qiao Canxue went from being a noble descendant to a nobody overnight, long accustomed to the harsh realities of life.

The other powerful families who had close dealings with the Qiao family avoided her like the plague, afraid of offending the Martial Saint.

And as a blind girl navigating through this chaotic world, she had seen no shortage of tragic and destitute incidents.

While the sword-wielding couple turned against each other under the pressure from Childe Guo, Qiao Mu was the only one who investigated the matter of the lord for her, and ended up being cruelly killed in the lord’s enormous web of schemes…

She stood there motionless with her eyes closed, as silent as a tree.

Childe Guo had been observing Qiao Canxue’s reaction from up close, and frowned when she remained silent for a long time.



"Don’t you have a conscience? Can’t you even cry?"

Qiao Canxue lifted her face and closed her eyes, speaking in a low voice to Childe Guo:

"According to the teachings of my Qiao family, we never show weakness to our enemies."

"….."

Now it was Childe Guo’s turn to stay silent.

He didn’t expect that this seemingly easy-to-deal-with blind girl would react like this.

Did she guess that he came to make fun of her, so she deliberately acted so heartless?

"Boring! You’re as stubborn as a dead person, are you forcing me to be tough?"

"Since you can’t see the person’s dead expression with your blind eyes, there is still a way for you to empathize with it."

Childe Guo’s face turned dark, the blind girl’s behavior reminded him of the already tragic death of Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu became famous by stepping on his head, every time people in Yan City talked about Qiao Mu, it was like a slap on his face.

He clapped his hands lightly, and soon a servant came forward. In the servant’s basket was a pot of hot soup.

Open the lid, a tempting fragrance wafted out.

You can see that this pot of meat soup has been added with many spices, and it smells quite good.

Childe Guo said softly,

"Everyone in Yan City is saying that this Qiao Mu is brave and righteous, carrying on the traditions of ancient chivalry."

"Come, take a whiff of this Hero Courage Soup and see if it has a unique taste."

"You…" Qiao Canxue’s body trembled uncontrollably.

However, Childe Guo paid no attention to her reaction at this moment, and only said,

"Servants, feed the lady the soup!"

As soon as the words fell.

Several servants behind him quickly rushed forward.

Two strong servants, one on each side, held Qiao Canxue’s hands. Another person reached out and handed her a bowl of soup.

However, the monk at the back of the crowd suddenly froze.

He suddenly realized that Old Huang, who had been beside him, had disappeared at some point.

Looking up, he saw that Old Huang had somehow mixed in with the servants.

"Old Huang？"

While Qiao Canxue was being held down, Old Huang squeezed in front of the servant and directly poured the soup into his own mouth.

His eating manners were ugly, eating like a starving ghost, afraid of losing even a bit.

While drinking, he smiled flatteringly at Childe Guo, showing his ugly big yellow teeth. "Young master, this soup is delicious."

Childe Guo’s face gradually darkened.

"You dare to snatch food, you dog-like thing?" He approached and kicked it.

Old Huang instinctively shrank back, wanting to hide, but dared not. He had to take this kick solidly, being knocked down to the ground, and the bowl in his hand shattered.

But Old Huang ignored everything and crawled on the ground to pick up the meat scraps and forcefully stuffed them in his mouth.

"Are you done or not?" Childe Guo moved forward to kick again.



But suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

"It smells so good."

A hat-wearing traveler carrying a long spear walked into the room as if he was nobody, sniffed the fragrance in the air, showing a intoxicated expression, and asked:

"Drinking soup is such a delightful thing, may I also have a share?"

While speaking, the masked traveler took off their mask, revealing their face.