Chapter 247: Because of the Mu Family

te, "Uncle Xiao," she said, "Look! It's strawberry flavored!"The ice cream had melted a little, giving off a faint milky scent. It smelled sweet and tempting, just like the smell of a little girl.Fu L...The living room was pitch black, except for one room where light shone from under the door.

Shen Lue walked in first, Mu Xing followed behind him.

The two walked to the door of the room. It was eerily silent inside, with no sound whatsoever. Shen Yue pushed Mu Xing aside and kicked the door open with a single, powerful leg.

At the same time, a hand reached out from the darkness and grabbed Mu Xing's shoulder.

Mu Xing quickly raised her hand to grab the wrist of that hand, just about to counter with a shoulder throw, when she heard a long-lost voice behind her, “Mu Xing classmate, it’s me.”

Mu Xing stopped her movements and exclaimed with delight, "Class monitor!"

"Oh, sorry, I scared you. I thought it was..." His words trailed off as Mu Xing felt the hand on her shoulder loosen. The next second, the living room lights flickered on with a "pop", and An Jia Mu appeared before her.

His hair was like dry grass, fluffy and messy. His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets deep, and he had a thin beard with a noticeable scar on his chin.

The gray homespun robe hung loosely on him, giving an air of shabbiness. Although only eighteen years old, he seemed to carry the weight of countless hardships etched upon his face.

At that time, Mu Xing recognized An Jiamu on the street based on his general figure. When she saw him clearly this time, she was astonished and widened her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't imagine that the man in front of her was the young boy who rode a bicycle and weaved through the sunlight a few months ago.

Even Shen Lue was surprised to see him. How did that cowardly squad leader become like this

Mu Xing was stunned for a long time before she asked, "Class monitor, how did you become like this What happened"

Have a seat.

An Jiamu limped to the sofa, leading Mu Xing and Shen Yue onto it. He closed the door behind him and took two bottles of mineral water over, handing them to them.

Mu Xing took it over, clutching it tightly in her palm, and looked at An Jiamu's legs, "Captain, your legs…"

An Jia Mu sat down on the other side of the sofa, reached out and touched his knee, a cool smile playing at the corner of his mouth, "Fell off a cliff, broke it."

Mu Xing worriedly looked at him, "Didn't you say you were going abroad to study Why did Shen Lue find out that you didn't go abroad How could you become like this What happened"

An Jiamu glanced at Shen Yue, and said to Mu Xing: "I'd like to talk to you alone."

Shen Yue really wanted to scoff dismissively, making it seem like he was eager to listen, but seeing the pitiful look on the timid squad leader's face, he held back. He stood up and said: "Little Star, I'll wait for you outside."

After Shen Lue left, An Jia Mu spoke up, "Do you remember the night we last met"

Mu Xing nodded.

"An Jiamu continued, "That day when I returned to the noodle shop, my father suddenly told me that he had to leave Di Capital and hide for a while, otherwise there would be danger to his life. After dropping out of school, my father took me to a mountain village on the outskirts of town, where we hid for three days. Then, a real assassin came...he killed my father."

When Mu Xing heard the news of An Feng's death, her heart trembled violently. Uncle Feng, he's dead...

More than losing the witness to the killer, she was saddened by the loss of an elder. Tears welled up in her eyes involuntarily.

An Jiamu thought of the last time he saw his father. He clenched his fists tightly, calmed down for a while, and then continued: “After that, he came to hunt me down again. I was shot and fell off a cliff. Although I broke one leg, I’m still alive.”

By eating grass and wild fruits, I survived and found a way out of the bottom of the cliff. After that, I recuperated in a farmer's house until a few days ago when my body almost fully recovered, I secretly came back.”

Mu Xing sniffed and asked him, "Did Feng Shu tell you who wanted to kill you Did you see the killer's appearance"

An Jiamu shook his head. "No, but there's one thing for sure, my dad must have known some secret. The other party came to silence him."

Hearing this, Mu Xing's face suddenly turned pale.

She only found Uncle Feng, and Uncle Feng was silenced. This made it difficult for her not to speculate that the arsonist of the Mu family did it, and moreover, that arsonist had been closely watching Uncle Feng over the years.

He left some room for Uncle Feng, but her appearance killed that last bit of leeway.

So, she indirectly killed Uncle Feng and caused the class monitor to become like this...

An Jiamu saw Mu Xing's face suddenly pale, speechless. The guess that had been circling in his mind for this period of time seemed to have a vague answer.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "Mu Xing, after you came that day, my father became anxious to leave the capital. I wonder if it has anything to do with you."

Mu Xing bit her lip and pondered for a moment, deciding to tell An Jiamu the whole story. Uncle Feng's death, his ordeal, all stemmed from the Mu family, from her. She couldn't hide it from him.

"Class monitor, do you know what Uncle Feng used to do"

An Jiamu was puzzled by Mu Xing's sudden question, but still answered truthfully: "I only know that I worked as a chef in a big household. I don't know which one. I've been living with my mother in our hometown since birth. Until my mother passed away unexpectedly, my father took me to the Imperial Capital."

"Uncle Feng used to be a chef at my house."

Mu Xing watched the surprised expression appear on An Jiamu's face, and slowly said: "When I was six years old, a big fire broke out in my house. Fourteen people in the Mu family, only I survived. That fire was not an accident, and Feng Shu, as far as I know, is the only one who has seen the murderer."

Perhaps this is the reason his father invited disaster upon himself!

A flash of anger crossed An Jiamu's eyes. "That night, when you came to the noodle shop, were you here to ask me who my dad's killer was"

Mu Xing nodded, "But Uncle Feng refused to tell me."

An Jiamu looked at Mu Xing with a complex expression, his eyes flickering with a hint of hatred. It was her appearance that indirectly killed his father!

Musexing saw the hatred in his eyes clearly and said, "Squad leader, I know you're back to investigate the murderer and avenge Uncle Feng. I returned to the imperial capital to investigate the truth behind the Mu family fire that year and find the murderer to avenge the thirteen members of the Mu family. Since our goals are the same, it’s enough to have one person complete it.”

An Jiamu frowned, "What do you mean"

"Uncle Feng has died because of me. I can't let anything happen to you, so I hope you won't participate in the investigation. Go and start a new life. Leave revenge to me."

Mu Xing's face was full of guilt, and when it fell into An Jia Mu's eyes, it dispelled the hatred in his eyes.

He must have been driven mad by hatred. How could he hate Mu Xing She was also a victim. All she wanted to do was find out who the culprit was. What was wrong with that

The murderer who got it wrong, he should hate the murderer too!

If I can't avenge my father with my own hands, I would feel like I've let him down for a lifetime of protecting me. I will investigate this to the end, no matter what happens afterward. This is a choice I have made, and you shouldn't feel guilty or worry about me. an instant, sending a shiver down his spine.Originally, the little girl's sudden obedience was not without ulterior motives.Mu Xing straddled the man's legs, her cool hand lightly pressing on his fac...