Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 163 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 30

Zhao Zhao isn't possessed by an evil spirit; it's just that He Yunmin is injured again.

The people who were talking to them just a short while ago are now being attacked by swords and knives somewhere.

Zhao Zhao was preoccupied with her thoughts. After exorcising the evil spirits, her task for the day was complete.

Because he was worried about He Yunmin, he didn't want to leave. However, Fu Weiyi kept urging him to go back.

"Junior brother, what are you waiting for? Aren't you going back?"

Fu Wei raised an eyebrow, then roughly tugged at his clothes and left.

Considering the numerous sword wounds on his hands, he didn't dare to use force. "You might have some kind of problem. You should go back to the temple for treatment as soon as possible."

As the two walked into a small alley, Zhao Zhao, her face pale, suddenly looked up at a corner and said, "Senior brother, something's wrong."

Zhao Zhao was very sensitive to the smell of blood, so she immediately went forward to check. In a low house in the corner, she saw a boy lying in a pool of blood with a small knife stuck in his chest, and next to his arm was a blood-stained longsword.

The deceased must have fought with the assailant before his death, but was defeated and ultimately died.

Fuwei quickly stepped forward, covered Zhaozhao's eyes, and pushed him behind him. "Junior brother, close your eyes and step back. Let me take a look."

He seemed familiar, so I turned his face to look at him closely and exclaimed in shock, "Ruosheng, isn't this Shigure?!"

"Shigure?!" Zhao Zhao exclaimed in surprise, and quickly opened her eyes.

Shi Yu is a young man who knows some martial arts. Two years ago, he met Zhao Zhao by chance.

He is a very warm-hearted young man who, when he encounters injustice while traveling the world, often lends a helping hand.

But now he's died here without any explanation.

Staring at the small knife stuck in Shigure's chest, Zhaozhao felt a sudden unease.

"Senior brother, report to the authorities."

Fu Wei shook his head solemnly, pointed to a small blood moon symbol on the hilt of his sword, and sneered, "Does the government dare to interfere with what the Blood Moon Killing Hall does?"

Yes, the world is in chaos nowadays, officials don't care about the people, and they certainly won't provoke the Blood Moon Killing Hall. Back then, they didn't care about the He family's matter at all.

Zhao Zhao knew this all too well, and his chest heaved with anger. He was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

"The world is unjust."

Shi Yu is highly skilled and kind-hearted. He often lends a hand to "troublesome" matters that others don't want to get involved in.

In the eyes of ordinary people, he was an excellent person, but unknowingly, he also became a thorn in the side of some people, and now this fatal disaster is probably caused by this.

"Ruosheng, let's take care of his funeral arrangements."

Shiyu had no relatives or friends in this place. If they hadn't happened to run into her today, she might have been sitting in her room smelling terrible, and no one would have cared.

This is the way of the world.

"it is good."

The two were heavy-hearted. Zhao Zhao and Fu Wei quickly cleaned his body. Later, Zhao Zhao gradually became able to sense some images. His face was pale, and his eyes closed and opened, and he couldn't help but tear up.

He saw it.

It's He Yunmin...

He killed Shigure.

"bang"

Fu Wei, standing beside him, pulled out a bloodstained dagger and threw it to the ground.

Fu Wei's voice came from beside him, "Ruosheng, I took a look at Shiyu's wounds, and I have to say, the assassins sent by the Blood Moon Killing Hall this time are extremely ruthless."

The small dagger pierced his body completely, killing him instantly.

"Yeah……"

Zhao Zhao had a headache and shook her head vigorously.

Worried that Fuwei would notice, he tried his best to clean up Shiyu.

In the end, the two could only find an open space in the wilderness and bury him simply.

A light drizzle began to fall, wetting the newly built grave. The two stood before the mound and bowed deeply.

Zhao Zhao was not in good health and had an injury on his arm. Fu Wei did not want him to stay any longer, so she took off her outer robe and covered his head with it.

Zhao Zhao forced a smile and thanked him softly.