Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 470: The Truth Revealed!

You think that by saying nothing and driving them away from their homes, they can survive?

A seemingly plain sentence struck the old man like a bolt of lightning, making him stagger.

The old man slowly raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Don’t try to scare this old fellow; my life is worthless. If I die of fright, so be it. Just dig a random pit and bury me afterward."

Li Qingmu gave him a serious look, turned around, and left with a remark: "In this world, only one type of person keeps secrets best. Farewell!"

He spoke lightly and left at a leisurely pace, but the old man’s face grew increasingly grim.

Who keeps secrets best?

The dead!

He worried the government would hold him accountable, so he told the villagers, his descendants, to leave and find somewhere better to settle with money and provisions.

As long as his descendants are safe and prosperous, he’d be willing to go to Hell.

He actually had doubts and even a shadow of fear, but people easily numb themselves; he thought he was just overthinking, so he refused to confront it.

Now, Li Qingmu has revealed the truth, and the old man is nervous.

Kill to silence, would they...?

"Lord, please stay!"

The old man croaked.

Though asking Li Qingmu to stay, the old man remained arrogant, expressing his disbelief!

Li Qingmu ignored him and kept walking.

"Would they... really kill to silence?"

The old man thinks that if Li Qingmu is plotting to trick him into speaking, he would surely try to persuade him further, which would allow him to resist fiercely, showing he’d rather die than confess.

Would this anger the other side, leading to a village massacre?

He isn’t worried about that; everyone here is halfway to their grave anyway, what should they fear?

But seeing Li Qingmu ignoring him and walking away so decisively, the old man panicked.

Could it really be as he said?

It’s fine if he dies, but he mustn’t drag his children down!

He’s frightened, he’s terrified, so he gave in.

His voice trembled slightly despite his attempts to hide it, which Li Qingmu discerned clearly.

Li Qingmu ignored him and kept walking, about to leave the village.

"Stop, my lord, please stay!"

The old fellow completely gave in, staggering after him. Earlier, he seemed frail, as if ready to drop dead at any moment, yet now he was nimble!

After a few steps, he realized his posture was unsightly, so he quickly retreated, staggering forward.

He panted heavily as he blocked them, his expression complex: "This insignificant one is willing to speak, but... requests that your lordship agrees to one thing!"

"Find those descendants of yours and protect them?"

"Yes! I fear they might face danger and hope you can find them and take good care of them!"

"I can agree, but you must ensure the information is true. If I later discover anything amiss, I’ll use them to honor the dead souls. Do you have any objections?"

Before waiting for the old man’s response, Li Qingmu answered for him, "Of course, you have no right to object!"

The corner of the old man’s mouth twitched fiercely. He was at their mercy and could no longer find peace.

"I’ll say, it’s news from the Capital City..."

"Careful!"

"Whoosh—"

"Thud!"

Nan Haitang and the sound of something piercing the air happened almost simultaneously; Li Qingmu watched helplessly as the witness died before him.

It was a very thin sleeve arrow, darting into the old man’s throat, sealing it with a single shot!

"Damn it!"

He furiously punched the big locust tree.

"Who?"

Nan Haitang saw a shadow flash and was about to chase it, but Li Qingmu commanded, "No need!"

Nan Haitang immediately retreated.

"Mr. Li, why not pursue?"

"What’s the point in pursuing? This person is dead. What can you do if you catch the assassin? That assassin is surely a Death Soldier; such people would rather take their own lives than fall into enemy hands!"

Many understand this logic, yet emotions often obscure reasoning, but now Li Qingmu’s reminder made Nan Haitang realize.

He felt ashamed.

Having spent decades as a spy, he couldn’t match a young man’s calmness and composure.

Fortunately, Li Qingmu is Qi Yun’s son; the proverb "like father like son" holds true. If it were anyone else, Nan Haitang would seriously question reality.

"Let’s go!"

The other villagers are unaware. If they ask again, it would only bring disaster upon them.

Let the matter end with the old man’s death!

"Return!"

Li Qingmu and Nan Haitang exchanged glances, understood each other, and prepared their luggage with the thirty-plus soldiers the next day to leave Guyang County.

...

"Gone, my lord, they’re all gone. Thanks to your men being nimble, killing him directly, otherwise had he spoken any disreputable words, we’d be in trouble."

In a dimly lit secret room, a small official with a wisp of goatee jovially reported the situation to the man in black opposite him.

After reporting, he looked up, only to see a gleam of cold light; his mind went blank!

"Thud!"

A long time passed, and his head was detached from his body, spurting a fountain of blood.

"There’s a saying, only the dead won’t speak! Leaving you after all those dirty deeds would only cause trouble for me. Guyang County is remote; killing a person and burying them is truly too easy, hahaha!"

The man in black laughed heartily and left, leaving behind a headless corpse, with the severed head’s eyes still blinking...

...

After leaving Guyang County, Li Qingmu didn’t hurry back but rested for a while in a large city along the way.

It rained last night, with woods in the middle of the journey; traveling all night resulted in catching a cold.

They say you can’t catch cold in hot weather, but once you do, it’s deadly. Coupled with previous injuries, the illness lingered, and it took half a month to recover.

"Back already?"

On the balcony of the inn’s private room, Li Qingmu placed a low table, laid it with refreshments, and read a book. His long hair cascaded casually over his shoulders, occasionally swaying with his light coughs.

"Mr. Li, please take care of your health. You truly didn’t need to cover for your subordinate."

A shadow suddenly appeared beside him; it was Nan Haitang, who had returned.

He looked at Li Qingmu with a complex expression.

After leaving Guyang County that day, he returned to continue investigating secretly, and Li Qingmu timed it right to get caught in the rain and caught cold, allowing him to stay in this city long enough without arousing suspicion.

"Not for you; we’ve been watched all the way. I didn’t want our efforts to be for nothing!"

Nan Haitang gave a slight smile; this lord was truly stubborn!

"Sir, I’ve uncovered everything!"

Nan Haitang bowed and whispered into Li Qingmu’s ear.