Chapter 42: The Truth Revealed

Chen Rufeng kept walking forward under the push of the crowd. It was not until Han Ling patted him on the shoulder that he suddenly recovered, immediately pushed left and right, and walked in the direction of the man's disappearance. Han Ling behind him had no time to ask what had happened, so he could only follow him and marched with difficulty under pressure.

The two finally withdrew from the vast sea of people. Chen Rufeng's eyes searched for the figure, and his face was full of incredible shock. Finally, his eyes captured the man's back and quickly chased after him. Han Ling, who didn't know why, also followed him quickly and ran to the residential area.

The man followed by Chen Rufeng came to a relatively rough-looking private house, opened the door, and walked in with a dim look. Chen Rufeng, who followed all the way, came to the door and was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he was empty in the bloody sedan chair that day.

But why did he suddenly appear in Qu Women's City today? Why did everyone die unfortunately, and only he can die?

Full of doubts, Chen Rufeng walked to the door and knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, and the human eye peeped warily in the seam. When it fell on Chen Rufeng's face, the door closed vibly. If it hadn't been for Chen Rufeng's hand against it, the door would have been closed.

The strength from behind the door is getting stronger and stronger, but it is secretly full of real strength, and Chen Rufeng has to urge him to hold on.

"Lord Fan, I know it's you! Open the door!" Chen Rufeng shouted. As soon as he said this, the man behind the door exerted more strength, and Chen Rufeng's body was about to be bounced away. When Han Ling heard the three words "Lord Fan", his heart moved. He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the open and closed door. A breath overflowed from his palm. The door was directly shaken back, and a staggering figure fell to the ground.

"Is he the Tang envoy who accompanied you that day, Fan Yuyun?" Han Ling stared at the unkempt and depressed man on the ground and asked Chen Rufeng. Chen Rufeng's eyes carefully linger on the man's face for a long time and nodded.

"Lord Fan, it turns out that you are safe and sound? That's really great!" Chen Rufeng said broadly. Fan Yuyun stumbled to his feet, looked at the two uninvited guests, coughed a few times, but there was a trace of resentment in his eyes. He walked to the simple table, poured a cup of tea and poured it into his mouth.

"What's the matter with you finding me here?" Fan Yuyun's tone was full of impatience, which stunned them. They also felt the disgust emanating from him, as if he was reluctant to stay in his humble house.

Chen Rufeng walked to him and asked anxiously, "Those killers killed our envoy team that day. Can you escape safely? Do you remember the details at that time? Who are those murderers? Is it related to Yinfanism?

Fan Yuyun's face changed rapidly. He looked at Chen Rufeng and said, "You don't want so many things, okay! Now that the matter is over, can you stop mentioning it? You know, you are lucky to be able to survive!"

After listening to Fan Yuyun's words, Chen Rufeng stared at him in surprise, while Fan Yuyun turned his face to one side, and there was a trace of shame on his cheeks.

"Do you... know something? Hurry up and say it!" Chen Rufeng ran over and grabbed Fan Yuyun's shoulder with an excited expression. However, with Chen Rufeng's fierce questioning, the expression on Fan Yuyun's face also changed, gradually becoming gloomy, as if he was ashamed of others.

"It's me... I'm sorry for them... They all blame me... I'm a sinner..." Chen Rufeng stopped his hand and stared at the original Tang envoy in front of him, and shed tears of regret.

Fan Yuyun shook his head, sobbed, covered his face with his hands, and did not dare to show his face.

"What the hell is going on?" Han Ling's tone was cold and resolute. Fan Yuyun raised his head and looked at him. His tearful eyes suddenly became huge. He knelt on the ground, hugged Han Ling's legs and sobbed.

"You are... Han Ling, a hermit... must... help me wash away my sins..." Fan Yuyun looked up at Han Ling pitifully and recognized him, "I...unforgivable...unforgivable..."

Han Ling and Chen Rufeng looked at Fan Yuyun's runaway behavior and were stunned for a moment. It seemed that something had happened to this Tang envoy that made him regret for the rest of his life.

"Take your time." Han Ling helped Fan Yuyun to the table and let him sit down.

Fan Yuyun's mood also slowly calmed down.

"When I was in Chang'an, I was easy to gamble and caused a lot of debt." Fan Yuyun's voice still sobbed, "But my salary is barely enough to repay, but once when I came to Tianzhu to make it, I owed a huge debt in a gamble, and my salary is just a drop in the bucket."

"At this time, a rich businessman appeared. He was willing to lend me money and told me that as long as I finished what he told me, I didn't have to pay it back, and I didn't have to worry about food and clothing in my life." Fan Yuyun's voice also gradually lowered.

"That man is from the imperial city, isn't he?" Han Ling's eyes looked at him inch by inch and asked. Fan Yuyun looked at him in surprise, nodded and continued:

"That request... actually requires me to attack the envoy team the next time, and then kill all the people in the team by responding to the outside." As soon as Fan Yuyun's words fell, there was a click in the corner of the wall.

Chen Rufeng fell to the ground powerlessly and stared intently at the front.

Fan Yuyun looked at him with guilt and said, "I didn't know why he made this request at the beginning. At that time, everything was well planned. That man, he doesn't want anything, but there are two other accomplices. One can take the secret he gave, and the other one takes the two tribute vases into his arms.

It looks like a silent thunder, falling on the top of the head, with a roar, splitting all the thoughts into ashes.

The vase in the cellar of Sakde's house...and the vase of Moro Temple...

"Are those two accomplices named Sack and Tianlian?" Chen Rufeng's voice has trembled like a stone that will fall from a cliff at any time.

"Yes. The man named Sack is a businessman, and Tianlian is a monk. Fan Yuyun said that Chen Rufeng knocked his head heavily on the wall and closed his eyes, as if there was countless pain. At this moment, it spread rapidly from his body, encroaching on his heart and tormenting his thoughts.

Why...why is it like this?

Although Chen Rufeng has always suspected that Sakde is likely to be related to this matter, he has been consciously avoiding the idea that Sakde is one of the murderers.

I don't know how Pugina would react after she learned that her father was a murderer.

"I have been hiding my martial arts. Only a few people know that I am extraordinary, and they never dreamed that I would be the first to attack them in the sedan chair, and then the rest of the people will kill me. Although Ma Yulin is strong, he can't resist the attack here." After saying that, Fan Yuyun lowered his head and no longer looked at the two.

"The person who planned all this behind the scenes is in the imperial city, and we will get justice for them." Han Ling stared coldly at the towering palaces outside the window. From a distance, these palaces were only the size of a finger.

"When this matter is over, you go back to Datang with us and explain it clearly." Han Ling looked at Fan Yuyun and said. Fan Yuyun looked at him in horror, knelt down again, kowtowed several times in a row, and bruised his forehead.

"I can't... I can't go back to Chang'an! I will be killed by the nine clans for this kind of great crime! My family is not spared!" Fan Yuyun looked at him sadly, "Please...let us go..."

Han Ling looked at him like a strict and fair court master, still unmoved in the face of his dignified plea.

"The state-owned law, you are an official, naturally very clear." Han Ling said.

In an instant, a white light broke through the paper window, pierced the house, and accurately inserted it into Fan Yuyun's chest.

Chen Rufeng's bloodless face is shocked at this moment.

Fan Yuyun snorted and covered the flying cone in his chest. The blood had gradually circled the flying cone, and a blood flower bloomed on the beige cloth.

Han Ling's figure quickly flashed out of the door. Several people in black had risen from the opposite roof. Han Ling stared at their backs and narrowed their eyes into a seam.

"The poisonous hand under the Yinfan religion." Han Ling returned to the room and said to Chen Rufeng, who supported Fan Yuyun. At the same time, he looked at the seriously injured Fan Yuyun, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

Fan Yuyun's eyes were tearful and he slowly raised his hand, as if he had to use the last strength in his body to make this action.

The hand trembled, like a person who kept kowtoing.

"Please...you..." Fan Yuyun's breath was about to break, and it was very difficult to squeeze such two words out of his throat.

Chen Rufeng's face was dark, and his heart was inevitably very complicated to this dying person.

Should he be sympathetic, pitiful, or hatred or hatred for Fan Yuyun?

Han Ling half knelt down and put his hand on the handle of the flying cone, but Fan Yuyun suddenly caught his hand.

With one hand and one hand holding the cone handle.

The flashing tears in Fan Yuyun's eyes seemed to repeat those two words together: "Please...please...please..."

"Promise him. You see that he still lives in this simple room, and you know that he has always felt guilty about what he has done. He is not a person with a conscience." Chen Rufeng said, and Fan Yuyun looked at him gratefully when he was dying.

Han Ling finally nodded.

Fan Yuyun smiled with a relieved smile, as if his last wish in the world had been fulfilled, and he quietly closed his eyes.

Chen Rufeng and Han Ling's expressions seemed to have been swept away, leaving only a hollow.

Four murderers... three deceased... The last one left is in the imperial city.