E Mingqiu was tripped by the arrestees.

When he arrived at the village that was massacred by E Lianqing, the sentence and stolen punishment of E Lianqing had already ended.

All the villagers were dispersed and went home to handle the funeral for their dead relatives and friends. Following E Jingbai's constables, they also went to clean up the end of the mess separately.

E Mingqiu heard the villagers praise E Jingbai for being kind and righteous, and how he set fire to the so-called demon. His eyes were so bloody that he was shattered and his heart was broken.

When E Mingqiu came to the open space where the stolen goods were held, he saw black coke on the ground, a simple broken urn, and a man sitting next to the stolen trench stool regardless of dust.

The sun has set in the west, the ash has become cold, and everything has ended.

E Mingqiu came too late.

He did nothing.

Whether it is to stop E Jingbai or save E Lianqing.

After all, he completely lost his own sister and the heaviest feelings in his life.

But the culprit is their biological brother.

E Mingqiu stumbled in front of the stolen rack, looking at the black ashes on the ground, the ashes and the wood ash of firewood mixed together, and could not tell the difference between you, me and him at all.

E Mingqiu carefully held up a handful of gray, looked carefully, and called out carefully: "Liqing?"

But this handful of ashes will not give him any ashes.

E Jingbai sat next to him, his face was defeated and his eyes were blank. He was not yet thirty years old, but he seemed to be as vicissitudes as a centenarian.

E Mingqiu didn't look at him, but just took off his coat and put the ashes into his clothes. He wanted to separate E Lianqing's ashes from the dirty charcoal ash, but the more he distinguished it, the less he could distinguish it. Finally, he was blurred into a ball and turned into a black piece.

E Mingqiu was about to collapse and murmured like crazy: "How can this be? Lianqing loves beauty so much, how can it be black? How can it be dirty... Lianqing, my Lianqing..."

E Jingbai didn't say anything, just lowered his head and didn't move.

E Mingqiu couldn't clean up the ashes of that land, and could not tell which were E Lianqing's ashes. He finally raised his head and his eyes were nailed to E Jingbai. The hatred dyed his eyes blood red, which was even more shrill than the sunset. He roared sharply: "You killed Lianqing!"

E Jingbai's teeth obviously shivered, as if something could not bear to be pressed on him, and any words were enough to make him shaking.

But E Jingbai still withstood the pressure and endured E Mingqiu's crazy accusations and resentment.

"You killed her..." E Mingqiu looked at him, his eyes as if he was looking at a stranger, a cruel executioner, "That's your real sister, you killed her... you actually killed her!"

He seemed to be able to just repeat this sentence.

E Jingbai's eyes were covered with red bloodshots, the official robe on her body was blackened, and blood blisters were scalded on her hands. He said in a hoarse voice: "I am her brother, so she can only die at my hands."

"Ahhhh--" E Jingbai's words in turn over the last straw on E Mingqiu's body. He roared in a collapse and rolled on the ground with E Jingbai.

This is the first time they have used a desperate attitude to attack each other. The sorrow of losing their loved ones has made them lose their minds and have no way to vent their catharsis except violence.

They hit each other's bodies, strangled each other's necks, and the veined thugs were gasping heavily, with hatred eyes, but they didn't know who to hate.

Finally, E Mingqiu pushed E Jingbai over the ashes on the ground, gasped and let out a low roar like a trapped beast in his mouth. He pinched E Jingbai's neck and his palms were pressed until the blue veins were highlighted.

At this moment, they were not like brothers and relatives, but more like a pair of enemies with deep blood hatred.

"Brother..." E Mingqiu looked at him resentfully, "Why can you be so cruel?"

E Jingbai did not resist at all, lying there, his breathing gradually broke with the strength of his hands on his neck. He did not look at E Mingqiu, but just stared at the sky. The sunset in the sky was as red as the fire that burned E Lianqing to death just now, so red that he almost burst into tears.

He just lay there, waiting for death quietly - waiting for E Mingqiu to kill him.

But E Mingqiu suddenly let go of his hand.

The air instantly poured into the lungs, and E Jingbai coughed and choked heart-wrenchingly.

E Mingqiu stood up and looked at him coldly. After a moment, he suddenly laughed intermittently and intermittently.

"I can't kill you... how can I kill you?" E Mingqiu's voice became so sweet, and a layer of poison that penetrated the heart was covered in the honey. "E Jingbai, how could you die so easily?"

After saying that, E Mingqiu picked up the ashes wrapped in his coat, laughed and disappeared after a few seconds.

E Jingbai did not chase, did not shout, or even stood up.

He just sat in the mess, staring at the blood-red sunset in the sky.

After a long time, the wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the blood from the ground away, rolling the remaining ashes into the sky.

The wind was getting louder and louder, and villagers stopped in the distance and listened carefully. They could vaguely hear the whimpering sounds in the wind, both sad and sorrowful, painful and painful...

...

E Mingqiu has never seen any trace since E Lianqing's death.

However, a few months later, E Jingbai went to Lianxuejun's tomb to worship, and saw traces of new soil on his tomb, and also saw newly carved traces on the tombstone.

Even though they did not make any promises to the dead E Lianqing, E Mingqiu still buried her and Lian Xuejun together, so that they could not live together and could sleep together in the underworld after death.

——Even if he hated this man who indirectly killed E Lianqing.

It's OK.

E Jingbai thought in his heart.

With him here, E Mingqiu will only hate him even more and will not take his anger on the deceased Lian Xuejun.

E Jingbai put down the offerings in his hand, and couldn't lift his waist for a long time, as if something was pressing on his back, making him overwhelmed.

In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore. E Jingbai leaned his head against the tombstone and gasped gently, but still couldn't relieve the feeling of depression.

If it were in the past, E Jingbai would have been worried about the extreme E Mingqiu doing something bad, and then caught him back.

But after burning his sister to death with his own hands, E Jingbai was swallowed by a huge shadow and no longer had the hot pillow of his past life.

He began to fall into a state of fatigue all day and could not continue to live his life. More and more people were offended in the officialdom, but there was no such woman Zhuge who came to give him advice.

E Jingbai spent day after day in a daze, and occasionally he would wake up in his sleep.

E Lianqing was in my ears saying, Brother, why did you kill me?

E Mingqiu's voice was also saying, Brother, you are too cruel to kill your sister and Lian Xuejun.

E Jingbai looked at the man with bloodshot eyes in the bronze mirror and whispered: "No, E Jingbai, you are right."

Extremism seems to exist in the bodies of the three siblings of the E family, and no one can escape. E Jingbai, who was already overly obsessed with justice and justice, became more stubborn. He firmly believed that it was because he was not cruel enough and not upright enough that his sister E Lianqing made mistakes again and again, and eventually embarked on the road of no return.

If he hadn't sent E Lianqing to the nunnery...

If he had let E Lianqing die with Lian Xuejun when he learned that E Lianqing killed someone for Lian Xuejun...

If E Mingqiu had thought that E Lianqing was not a god, he would have married E Lianqing out of his heart...

There are too many things to imagine, and too many things to reflect on. If E Jingbai can be reflected on, he became even harder and used iron-blooded means to govern the prefectures and counties, and the name of bloody spirit was spread in the troubled times. Everyone could not help but shake his head when he mentioned it, sighing that although he was a righteous man, his behavior was too evil.

Such rumors are not groundless, but come from his governance of prefectures and counties.

An old man sued a rich young master forcibly accusing a civilian daughter. E Jingbai sentenced the rich young master to severely punish him. When the family took his son out, the rich young master had been beaten to be disabled by the yamen runners;

A young thief stole everywhere, robbed the rich and helped the poor, and was eventually sent to the government. E Jingbai sentenced him to exile for thousands of miles and died of infection on the road;

A hooligan killed a passerby by mistake. His 70-year-old mother and a two-year-old child knelt in miserably at the yamen gate begging E Jingbai for his favor. The murderer also regretted and admitted his mistake in pain. E Jingbai still sentenced him to behead him...

In troubled times, E Jingbai used these five words with ease. Everyone called him the Living Yama. In the prefectures and counties he managed, no one dared to commit crimes easily, no one was willing to meet this parent official, and even those bandits rebelled, they dared not pass through this territory.

Everything seemed to be peaceful.

However, as the years grow, the complaints of the people are increasing.

Everyone is saying that E Jingbai, as a parent official, has no mercy at all. What is the difference between him and the tyrant in the troubled times?

Once resentment arises from people's hearts, it is like planting a seed and will thrive sooner or later.

So when rumors spread everywhere, saying that E Jingbai was a demon and was in trouble with the turmoil of the world as an official, E Jingbai could not suppress the rumors.

What's more, some people wrote down the incidents of E Lianqing back then, and they were extremely realistic, exaggerating the fact that E Jingbai covered up the monster and killed his closest relatives with his own hands after the accident.

In just a few days and nights, the people's emotions were incited to the extreme. E Jingbai betrayed his relatives and stood alone at the gate of the yamen, listening to the people's voices and angrily scolding his crimes.

E Jingbai was confused.

What crimes did he have?

What did he do wrong?

Until he was tied up by the people who were swarming in, interrupted his hands and feet, and stuffed them into the coffin and suffocated to death, E Jingbai still didn't understand this problem.

But he was thinking that he could finally be free and could go to E Lianqing to atone for his sins.

With this mentality, he swallowed his breath in the suffocation that had never disappeared.

A hundred years later, a place where darkness gathers for thousands of years.

E Jingbai opened his eyes in the coffin and crawled out of the mud in a daze.

The moonlight shone on him, illuminating his green skin and sharp beast claws. He raised his head and let out a beast-like roar at the moon.
Chapter completed!