Chapter 92: ninety five

Chapter 92, Chapter Ninety Five: Seeking a hammer (so nervous~)
The middle-aged man smiled freely and mocked his face.
"I hope that the shopkeeper will be so upright after seeing the evidence." The middle-aged man in Qingshan turned around and said loudly to the villager under the steps: "Take the body of Xu Lao Er and his widow and children. Bring it up."
The angry crowd separated a wide road for several people to run in parallel, and two strong men were exposed in the distance carrying a long board. The long board was a corpse.
A woman in the age of love, with red and swollen eyes, crying while walking, wearing a gray linen filial attire, holding a long board next to two strong men, and holding a five or six-year-old child in her hand.
"The proof is here, can you let them go to the pavilion?" The middle-aged man in Qingshan looked at Huaji and asked.
When Huaji saw the corpse, he secretly said that it was bad.
He knows this old second Xu. As the treasurer of the Xingchen Pavilion, he has a record of all the warriors who have entered the pavilion in the past six months. With his unforgettable ability, he has memories of all the warriors who have come to the Xingchen Pavilion to work. .
The warrior who worked yesterday is dead today, how can people not doubt the Xingchen Pavilion.
"The curator, let them come up." Huaji said to Hongyuan. Although his heart was very angry, he knew that no one would believe him in the rebuttal now, only that there were some flaws in their behavior, and he could let himself open it. .
Ying Hongyuan gave up the channel when he heard the sound, and he was never afraid of fighting, but this kind of chat was still left to someone who was good at it.
The two strong men gently placed the long board in front of the pavilion. After the woman saluted the strong man, she turned her head and looked at Hua Ji. Her eyes were full of hatred, and her angry voice was trembling: "Return to my husband Fate."
The five- or six-year-old child was just ignorant. He hugged his mother's leg, looked at Hanagi timidly, and sometimes looked at the corpse lying on the longboard, seemingly wondering why his father still got up.
The widow was so emotional that there was no way to narrate, and the middle-aged man began to guide.
"Yesterday, Xu Lao Er agreed with you for a room in Xingchen Pavilion, yes or no!" He stepped forward and pointed to Huaji to question.
"Yes."
"Okay, there is something to do." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the woman, and said softly: "Mrs. Xu, please tell everyone how Zunfu died."
The woman said with a sad expression: "Yesterday, after my husband returned from the Xingchen Pavilion practice, he said that he was not feeling well and asked me to cook some light porridge food and side dishes. But before the slave family finished cooking, he let go on the bed."
The woman said about her injury, and tears flowed. The child cried when she saw the mother crying. The woman knelt to the ground, hugging and crying with the child, looking terrible.
Huaji's expression remained unchanged. Since the other party was determined to slander Xingchen Pavilion, it didn't make sense to sympathize with orphans and widows. Instead, he wanted to find out the errors in the other party's words.
"What do you have to say?" The woman couldn't cry, so the middle-aged man in Qingshan became the spokesperson of the woman again, pointing to Huaji's nose and asked.
"Absurd!" Huaji said without giving way, "I have opened the Xingchen Pavilion for more than half a year, and nearly a thousand martial artists have worked. This has never happened before."
"If there is something insidious about my Xingchen Pavilion, why are nearly a thousand warriors all unharmed? You can ask if these warriors who have come to my Xingchen Pavilion have similar symptoms." Huaji looked down the steps to watch the excitement. The masses are confident.
As the movement of the Xingchen Pavilion became more and more active, more and more people watched the excitement. A large number of residents surrounded the steps. Many of them were warriors who had come to the Xingchen Pavilion to work. Now, you can prove the innocence of Xingchen Pavilion.
Huaji felt that the biggest failure of the middle-aged people this time was to make things so big. As long as the former warriors were willing to stand up and correct them, they would have no place to slander the Star Pavilion.
The middle-aged man in Qingshan sneered and said, "Okay, then I have to ask if they are really safe after practicing in your Xingchen Pavilion."
The middle-aged man came to the junction of the platform and the steps and shouted to the crowd: "Warriors who worked in the Xingchen Pavilion, please raise your hands."
In the crowd, more than a dozen raised arms attracted everyone's attention.
"Flower shopkeeper, come to recognize them, these people are the warriors who have come to your Star Pavilion to work." The middle-aged man said to Hua Ji, all angry.
Huaji walked to the middle-aged man and carefully distinguished the warriors who raised their hands, and soon he discovered: "This one here, the last warrior on the west side, and the brawny man in the distance, I have never come to my Star Pavilion to work, please put down your hands."
The warrior who was spotted twisted his hands and lowered his head and jumped out of the crowd.
After checking carefully and repeatedly, Huaji finally had 13 warriors left. He said to the middle-aged man: "These are all warriors who have come to my star pavilion to work. Your husband can ask if they are safe."
He has never been so grateful that he has a super memory.
The other party's trick was nothing more than to get a few warriors who had worked in the future to mix in to smear it, but after being expelled by himself, this poisonous trick was broken.
The middle-aged Qingshan glanced at Huaji deeply, and asked profoundly, "Treasurer Hua, are you sure these people are all warriors who have come to your Star Pavilion to work?"
Huaji nodded and said loudly: "This shopkeeper is very sure."
Seeing through the scheme, he seemed extremely confident.
The middle-aged man pointed to one of the warriors and asked loudly: "Answer me, after the practice of Xingchen Pavilion, has there been any change in the dantian and spiritual energy?"
The warrior Huaji knew that he was a worker at the dock. He would come to the Star Pavilion every morning to try his luck. If he could be selected, the reward of ten gold coins would be more than the three days of carrying a bag at the dock.
Huaji had chosen him twice, and this person's gratitude still lingered in his mind. He would definitely be able to rectify the name of Xingchen Pavilion, and Huaji was full of confidence.
"Return your lord! The villain worked in the Star Pavilion twice. After each practice, he only felt that his body was hollowed out, and he didn't even have the strength to carry the bag. It would take more than ten days to recover." The honest Ligong looked embarrassed and angry. It seems to have been greatly wronged.
But the reality is always unsatisfactory, Hua Ji only felt a dizziness, out of anger, trembling and raising his fingers, even his voice was trembling.
"you are lying!"
Hua Ji couldn't believe how the grateful man who was almost kneeling could say such a thing.
"Flower shopkeeper! Please control your emotions. Maybe his body is extremely weak and it is not necessarily. I will not just listen to one person." Hearing such favorable remarks, the middle-aged person has become very fair.
While speaking, the middle-aged man pointed to a martial artist and asked again.
"I've been to Xingchen Pavilion once, and vowed never to go again, because after practicing, I feel that all my spiritual energy has been sucked away, and it will take a few days to recover." This is a tea master, who is friendly and friendly. , How could you say such a thing.
The middle-aged man was expressionless and pointed at another person.
"I used to have almost reached the peak of the Mortal Realm. After going to the Star Pavilion once, the cultivation base went backwards. Three months later, I still did not reach the peak of the Mortal Realm. The Star Pavilion sacrificed to practice the Black Heart Magic Tool and returned my cultivation base! "
"And me, my cultivation base also regressed after going to Xingchen Pavilion."
One, two, three. A total of thirteen martial artists, everyone agreed in unison, every time they practice, their cultivation base will be greatly damaged.
Everyone who was pointed out would cause the crowd to exclaim in exclamation, and in turn turned their hateful eyes on Hua Ji.
Even the little child who was held in the arms of the widow, with tears on his face, said in a childish voice toward him: "Bad guy, bad guy."
Seeing the excitement in front of him, Huaji's eyes were in a trance, as if a piece of his heart was poached away, he murmured: "No, it's not like this, they lie, they lie."
The middle-aged man looked at Hua Ji’s chaotic appearance, and asked a few steps forward: "A lie? They are martial artists who have practiced in your star pavilion, and they have nothing to do with Xu Lao Er, if it weren’t because of your star pavilion. Insidious and vicious, how dare they offend you!"
(End of this chapter)