Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 83 - 81: The Culprit Emerges

Chapter 83: Chapter 81: The Culprit Emerges

"Ha—"

Yawned.

Rubbed his sore eyes, glanced at the brightening window outside, he still reluctantly moved his butt and got out of bed.

Leisurely put on his shoes, pinched his sour brow, the draining of his essence wasn’t as horrifying as he imagined, but it was definitely far from pleasant. Based on his own feeling, he reckoned it would take at least a week to fully recover to a state of vigor.

"No wonder Mr. Xue walks every day as if he is floating in the sky..."

He sighed.

Last night, he had slept peacefully; he surrendered his appearance to ensure safety. However, he couldn’t help but bitterly smile to himself; no wonder Lu Luo could only practice her craft in the brothel.

Switching to a man, who could withstand it? Just being embraced and nibbled twice by her was this exhausting, not to mention if he had genuinely engaged in deeper acts, he probably couldn’t even leave the bed the next day.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt a bit of pain in his back, supported his old back, and sneaked out from the back door quietly, looking around like a thief.

"There’s nobody watching me outside."

"Didn’t expect that although Lu Luo is usually not serious, she is quite reliable when handling matters."

"You think you’re the only ones who can ask for outside help?"

While kneading his sore shoulders, he walked toward his home. He had to go back in the morning, for he knew his fiancée Yan Yurou well, and with her personality, she was likely to invite him out for a stroll in the morning.

Returning home to the familiar environment, he observed the fallen leaves and disarrayed traces around; someone had clearly visited his place. However, he wasn’t worried about the intruders, as he had seen the marks on the walls and broken tiles when he came out of the back door of the Ethereal Violet Pavilion.

It must have been a fight. With Lu Luo’s fiery temper, she was probably still venting her anger on someone now.

Pushed open the door, just as he was about to step in, the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink down to the size of a hawk’s eye!

"What... what is this."

A corpse lay in front of him.

Blood had stained her white dress red, her complexion pale; it was evident she had been dead for a while, clutching a longsword in her hand, the blood at her throat had already started to dry, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen something unbelievable before she died.

"Is it her?"

The images from yesterday immediately flashed in his mind, he remembered that there were four people following behind Yan Yurou, one of them was her.

He immediately went forward to check the situation, her throat was cleanly slit, no hesitation, but what felt eerie was the complete absence of any signs of a struggle at the scene.

If he remembered correctly, this woman was around the fifth level of Qi Refinement. To dispatch her so effortlessly, the gap in cultivation must have been vast.

Furthermore, he noticed a conspicuous red smudge on the three-foot longsword that the woman was holding. Taking the longsword from her hand, inspecting the palm, there were no traces, which could only mean one thing.

"Did she commit suicide? No, no, this is framing, a set-up in my house; in our county, who has such capability? Could it be that old guy?"

Zhang Nian’s face flashed before his eyes, and he had no doubts about it. Light flickered in his eyes, the spirit was pulled like it was being sucked into his body, but the moment after he absorbed the spirit, countless memories flooded his brain.

Those were the memories of Wu Wenjuan, a Second Generation Disciple from the Fan Yin Sect.

"Brother, will you marry me when I grow up?"

"Hey, brother, look, isn’t this flower pretty?"

"Brother, brother, can you teach me swordsmanship? Master got angry again today, it seems because Second Brother went to the gambling den again and lost a lot of things."

"Why, brother, I really... like you."

"You only see me as a little sister? Ha ha ha, you only see me as a little sister? But you promised me when we were young..."

The scenes kept flashing fast, until the person he had lived with for sixteen years appeared.

"What’s wrong, brother, always looking at her."

"Brother, you know she already has a fiancé, what’s there to look at."

"You visited her again yesterday? Are you crazy? To escort her to Qingshui County!?"

"Ah, brother, sure you found a bunch of good excuses, worried about attacks on the road, her family has a Foundation Establishment expert and even several Qi Refinement masters, how could they possibly be attacked?"

Unfortunately, Wen Juan’s various obstructions had no effect at all; she could only silently watch her beloved continuously taking the initiative to ride in the front of the team.

Or rather, trying to get closer to that woman who was even younger than him.

Finally, Jiang Feng saw the last of the memories.

It was Yan Yurou carrying a package and bringing special products from the State City into the house in search of him, what awaited her, however, was Wu Wenjuan blinded by jealousy and anger.

"Little fox spirit, remember in your next life not to seduce my man, got it?"

The familiar person finally completely disappeared from the memory.

To this day, he understood.

From the first assassination by the Xue family three years ago, to the subsequent and nearly fatal consecutive threats, to a few months ago falling off a cliff, being targeted by Xue Wuwei who sent人 assassins, and finally to...

"Why did it turn out like this."

The noise behind him did not make Jiang Feng turn back.

Dao Xu limped forward, disheveled, his originally clean face covered in bruises, his hair unkempt, and even his clothes had tears all over.

He could never have anticipated such an outcome; after upsetting that madwoman last night, what was originally their pursuing of the murderer entirely turned into a flight. Both Lao Er and Lao San were just Qi Refinement practitioners, how could they withstand a Core Formation Stage expert?

Even a mere glance was a death sentence; fortunately, although the woman was mad, she was not too cruel and only injured all the brothers while he, to protect them, even took a few more hits from that madwoman.