Chapter 216: Judge You Right Here

There was such a scene: On a summer morning, a frail maid walked expressionlessly to the well and jumped in. No emotion, let alone hesitation. Even hatred and fear were frozen by pain. She probably just wanted to be free. ... Xiaocui's body was fished out and lay coldly in the courtyard. Hu Shaomeng glanced at it: "This Xiaocui, is she from our Green Ox Town?" Steward Hu said hesitantly: "Not exactly. She's from..." Hu Shaomeng waved his hand to interrupt: "Hurry up and drag her out to bury her. Don't cause me any trouble." Ge Heng's expression relaxed. "But." Jiang Wang spoke up: "The cause of death hasn't been determined yet. Burying her like this, can she rest in peace? Won't the authorities ask about it?" "I can represent the authorities. And it's obviously just a suicide." Hu Shaomeng said patiently, then shouted at Steward Hu: "What are you still standing there for? Call a few people to bury her." Steward Hu had to grit his teeth and call out: "Someone come help!" The surrounding miners didn't move or speak. Although they didn't dare to argue. Silence was their unspoken attitude. "But why would she suicide for no reason?" Jiang Wang made no secret of his attitude: "You should know that driving someone to suicide is also murder!" Hu Shaomeng turned his head and stared at Jiang Wang: "I've noticed you have a lot of questions. As a newcomer, aren't you a bit too unconcerned about your place?" Very impolite. "Exactly." Old Ge said in a sinister voice: "Just a mortal suicide, and you still want to make a scene out of it?" This was the state of the world. No matter how many people tried, they couldn't bridge the gap between cultivators and mortals. Even the most basic rights like life and death weren't necessarily guaranteed. Just like when Auntie Song jumped into a well back then. Jiang Wang borrowed a spear from Zhu Weiwo and went with a sword across the door, but at most he could only force Lin Zhenglun to pay with his life. That was already the limit of the social rules that people tacitly accepted. As for Lin Zhengli, who caused this tragedy, and even the entire Lin family, they didn't have to pay anything more. Let alone that Lin Zhengli only forced Lin Zhenglun and could only indirectly cause Auntie Song's death. Even if he had actually killed Auntie Song back then, the Lin family would have had ten thousand ways to get him acquitted. And Jiang Wang at that time couldn't possibly get the so-called justice. This was just the way the world was. Whether it was Hu Shaomeng or Ge Heng, they were all accustomed to it. Zhang Hai and Xiang Qian also remained silent. "Xiaocui didn't suicide, she was driven to death by you!" a gritted-tooth voice shouted. Looking in the direction of the voice, Little Little, as thin as a blade of grass, stood at the courtyard gate, her hand tightly gripping the doorframe. Because she was gripping too hard, her knuckles were faintly white. She gritted her teeth, but her voice trembled. Obviously she was full of fear, but at the same time, she was also full of hatred. She really didn't know what consequences speaking up now would bring. But she really wanted to say something, do something. Not only for the already cold Xiaocui, but also for her own tormented self. "What nonsense are you talking about?" Ge Heng suddenly stepped forward, ready to explode. Jiang Wang stepped in front of him, forcefully blocking his momentum. He turned back to Little Little and said: "Whatever you have to say, just say it. Don't be afraid." "Dugu An! What do you want to do? Do you really want to be enemies with this old man?" Ge Heng was furious. He glanced at Hu Shaomeng, but Hu Shaomeng didn't speak at the moment. As long as he didn't make a move, Jiang Wang couldn't be bothered with his clamor. He gave Little Little an encouraging look: "As long as it's the truth, the real truth, just say it. There's no rule in this world that says you can't speak. Even less is there a rule that says you can't speak the truth!" "Xiaocui told me long ago that she couldn't go on living. Ge Heng is an old pervert, torturing her differently every day, beating her..." Little Little trembled, gritting her teeth: "If it weren't for meeting Master Dugu, today the one jumping down might very well have been me." Shuanzi's eyes were red, bloodshot: "Miss Little Little!" He knelt down with a plop in front of Hu Shaomeng, kowtowing with thuds: "Young Master Hu! I beg you to decide this, beg you to decide this!" Ge Heng could feel that the looks the surrounding miners gave him could no longer hide their anger, as if they wanted to tear him apart with their bare hands. He wasn't afraid of these untrained ordinary people, but was worried about affecting the other cultivators present, especially Hu Shaomeng's decision. "Spouting nonsense! How dare you slander this old man! Slander a cultivator!" He glared, staring at Little Little: "Do you know what crime this is? You'll implicate your whole family!" But as soon as his words fell, the scene instantly became dead silent. Everyone was stunned. Because Little Little, right in front of everyone, took off her clothes. Wearing only a single undergarment, her thin and weak young body was exposed concretely to everyone present. Of course, including the bruises on her arms, thighs, and body. Little Little's face had no expression, but two lines of tears flowed down: "You beat all of these, do you remember? Can these prove I'm not lying? If not enough, I can take off more." Saying that, she really went to undo her undergarment. But Jiang Wang had already grabbed her hand. "That's enough." Jiang Wang said. He took off his outer garment and wrapped it around Little Little's small body covered in scars. He turned to look at Hu Shaomeng: "What does Young Master Hu say?" For a woman to strip naked in public, what kind of humiliation was this? As deep as the humiliation was, so was the courage. No one could doubt her words anymore. Hu Shaomeng's brows were all furrowed together: "Transfer him to Jiacheng authorities. Who among you will take him there." Ge Heng's ugly expression relaxed again. As long as Hu Shaomeng didn't intend to act personally, there was still plenty of room. "I remember Young Master Hu just said you could represent the authorities?" Jiang Wang could barely suppress his anger, saying coldly: "Now why do you want to transfer him?" "You Dugu!" Hu Shaomeng looked at Jiang Wang sinisterly: "I'll tolerate you this one last time, but my tolerance has limits. I don't care what grudge you have with Ge Heng, you two leave my mine and settle it outside. If you want to use a borrowed knife to kill, you also need to consider whether you can handle this knife of mine!" Hu Shaomeng absolutely didn't believe that this stubborn young cultivator was acting out of some sense of justice. In his view, Dugu An targeting Ge Heng so persistently was nothing more than an old grudge, taking the opportunity for revenge. He didn't want to get involved in these things. Anyway, Ge Heng wasn't exactly a good person either. He just wanted the mine to calm down as soon as possible and shut down smoothly. These two could fight each other to the death, no problem. But they had to do it outside. After leaving the mine. Don't make too much noise, attract Jiacheng's attention, and affect his plans. Ge Heng also suppressed his anger and said: "Dugu An, you have a problem with this old man. Why don't you escort me to Jiacheng yourself. Our grudge, we'll settle ourselves. Be sensible, don't disturb Young Master Hu." He had already made up his mind that after leaving the mine, he would spare no cost and unleash his full power to kill this stubborn young man. Too stubborn! He had only targeted him once, and the guy was straight up wanting to kill him! Jiang Wang shook his head. He now fully understood their attitudes. "No need for that trouble." He sighed softly for the young girl who died on that summer morning. He took a step forward and was already standing in front of Ge Heng: "I've decided to judge you right here." Le Wen