Netherworld Investigator Chapter 833: Take you home

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After that, Huang Xiaotao, Wang Yuanchao, and Song Jie all came in, and I put on rubber gloves: "Everyone is here, I will start an autopsy."

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Song Yang...Is this nothing good?"

I lifted the white sheet and saw that face again, and my heart still palpitated. My thoughts suddenly returned to many years ago, when I faced my grandfather's body, everything started from that night.

The sword **** uses the name ‘Jiangbei Remnant Sword’, which reminds us of this huge organization hidden in the dark. Step by step, it is involved in dangers, and the sword **** has also changed from an enemy to a companion.

In the end, we accomplished what was almost impossible. We completely defeated Jiangbei Remnant Sword, but the Sword God lay in front of me.

I forcibly suppressed the thousands of thoughts in my heart, but after speaking, my voice was still a little choked. How many times I felt a breath similar to Grandpa from the sword god, and I deceived myself and told myself that it was impossible.

However, the appearance of the corpse in front of him proves that he does have a close relationship with Grandpa.

I said: "The name of the deceased is unknown, his nickname is Sword God, he is male, he is about 70 years old, and he is of medium size."

I picked up the sword god’s hand and looked at it. There are many calluses on the back of his hand and fingertips. Looking up, he has strong muscles and bones, and I continue to say: "The deceased has been practicing martial arts for a long time, and his physical fitness is far Victory than ordinary people..."

Song Jie has already started to wipe her tears silently, and Huang Xiaotao also choked up and said: "Enough, Song Yang, we know you are too sad, stop it!"

"No!" I looked at everyone with piercing eyes: "I have something to show you! Come here."

I asked them to come to the other side of the morgue bed, and then I took up the left arm of the **** of swordsman, and on the inside of his arm there were four words "repentance" carved with knives. Judging from the depth of the scar, Engraved three years ago, two years ago, one year ago and this year.

The four words "repentance" in a row seemed to be silently speaking of the pain in the heart of the sword god, and a scene even appeared before my eyes. In the silent night, the sword **** slowly engraved on himself with a knife, and he bit Tolerated the pain tightly, blood ran down his entire arm.

"Could it be that..." Huang Xiaotao looked at me: "He has been regretting killing your grandpa!"

I said: "He looks exactly like my grandfather, only slightly older. There is no doubt that the two are twins. One became Wen Song and the other became Wu Song. The God of Sword also personally said that he and Grandpa’s relationship is like me and Song Xingchen. I think this relationship should be closer. They have common parents."

I can't go on anymore. I stroked these four'regrets' words with my hands: "Senior, you must be more painful than me. I forgive you. Please be under Jiuquan, and grandpa Come back to it!"

I took out the paper money and burned it in front of the sword god, and then Huang Xiaotao asked everyone to step back, and everyone bowed to the sword god's corpse.

"A glass of yellow wine to respect the heaven and the earth, two high incense to respect the ghosts and gods. The palm of the lamp sweeps the dark night, and the punishment is cleared."

I whispered the Song's farewell song softly.

A gust of wind hits, and the paper ash keeps circling, like a ray of ghost biding me goodbye.

This is a noble soul. He has maintained his beliefs throughout his life and defended justice in his own way. He only did one thing wrong, so he has been living in pain for these years.

The tears squirmed on my face. When the flame went out, I wiped away the tears, beat my spirits, and said to Song Xingchen: "Let's send seniors home!"

The body of the sword **** was cremated at the nearest crematorium. He walked alone. There were only a few of us who saw him off. His name will not be known to every family, and will not be included in the list of martyrs. He can only be inscribed in In my mind.

I took the ashes of the **** of swordsman, separated from Huang Xiaotao temporarily, and flew to Songjia Village, Fujian Province with Song Xingchen and Song Jie.

When we came to the village, we encountered a group of Wu Song blocking the way, and the other party sternly shouted: "Song Yang, whose ashes are you brought back, Songjia Village is not a cemetery. Anyone can be buried. , Must explain clearly."

I said: "His name is Dao Shen. He is my grandfather's real brother and the Song family!"

Everyone whispered to each other suddenly, and an older uncle said: "Song Yang, this man has been expelled from the clan a long time ago, and his name has also been removed from the genealogy. This is an order from the three elders. Therefore, he must not be buried with the ancestors of the Song family. This is an insult to the ancestors!"

I had expected this kind of reaction long ago, and I asked: "What's the reason?"

"We have no obligation to explain to you. This person is apostate and an alien. He is no longer the Song family."

Song Xingchen, who has always been calm, suddenly became excited: "Senior died in the process of defeating Jiangbei Remnant Dao. He died very violently. I beg your uncles to let us meet the elders!"

"Defeat Jiangbei Remnant Dao?" Everyone was stunned: "What are you kidding? He defeated Jiangbei Remnant Dao..."

"It's not just him, it's us, it's the joint efforts of many people. Jiangbei Remnant Dao no longer exists!" I announced loudly.

Everyone exploded in an instant, and most people couldn't believe it was true at all, and they were shocked.

At this time, an old voice came from the Taoist temple in the middle of the mountain: "You mean, Jiangbei Remnant Dao has been destroyed?"

The crowd suddenly flashed through a gap, and the three gray-haired old men quickly walked down the mountain on crutches and came to me. The three of us hurriedly greeted: "Hello elder!"

Then I said: "Yes, we have destroyed them all."

After that, I heard the sound of the crutches falling.

"Unexpected, unexpected! I can see this scene in my lifetime."

"I don't believe it, that organization was wiped out like this?"

"Unless it is a miracle!"

The three elders reacted differently, but they were equally surprised, and then one of them waved to me: "Follow me and make things clear."

We came to a temple, and there was a handsome man in the purple official uniform of the Song Dynasty. It was the ancestor Song Ci. The three elders were seated in the upper part. Everyone was standing around, and then Song Heting also sat there. The wheelchair came to the scene.

She was trembling with excitement: "Song Yang, Xingchen, are you back?" Then her eyes fell on the ashes that I had been holding in my arms: "Is this... Senior?"

"Yes!" I nodded: "I'm about to state this to everyone."

I finished talking about the things before and after. I said it for almost all morning. No one had left. Everyone listened carefully, and there was no sound at the scene.

After speaking, the room was silent, and someone suddenly shouted: "Great, Jiangbei Remnant Dao was finally wiped out."

People disregarded the proper etiquette in the ancestral hall and called out for good. It took a long time for the elder to cough to signal everyone to converge.

The elder sighed: "Song Yang, you really did an extraordinary act!"

I looked at the porcelain altar in my arms: "No, without him, we would never have reached this point."

Song Heting saw this scene, struggling to get off the wheelchair and knelt down on one knee: "Elder, you expelled Uncle Zhaolong from the Song family back then because he joined the organization and claimed to be undercover, but his identity is unknown. At that time, you all believed that this generation could not destroy Jiangbei Remnant Dao, and it would never be possible for someone to accomplish this. But now, Uncle Zhaolong has proved his position, Jiangbei Remnant Dao has also been eliminated, if such a hero There is no place to be buried after death. I think the ancestor Song Ci will be chilling."

The three elders discussed with each other, and finally cleared their throats and said: "He Ting makes sense. We announce that Song Zhaolong will regain his name from today. He will be buried in the Song family ancestor’s grave and enjoy the lives of Song family descendants. The incense to worship."

Although I don't believe in ghosts and gods, I still feel relieved. I said to the jar: "Senior, have you heard? You can finally go home."