Chapter 29 Si Ming
Su Yu was instantly knocked back by Qu Fengshan's aura, his back hit the stone wall behind him, and his internal organs were shaken.

The power of a fifth-rank demon-slayer is truly as strong as a mountain!

Qu Fengshan suddenly had a steel whip in his hand. He shook it in the air, and the steel whip spun around like a poisonous snake, making a thunderous sound.

This is his Horcrux!
"Tell me quickly, how did you collude with Qin Shimiao to steal the soul painting, and how did you kill the demon painter Sun Chushan!"

"I don't!"

Su Yu replied angrily:

"Sun Chushan murdered Mr. Qin. His death was entirely his own fault. Mr. Qin and I did not steal the soul painting!"

Qu Fengshan snorted coldly:
"You dare to speak harshly even when you are about to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his left hand like an eagle's claw, and five huge forces instantly appeared in the air, pressing Su Yu against the stone wall.

At the same time, Qu Fengshan shook the steel whip with his right hand, and the black steel whip turned in the air and flew towards Su Yu like a poisonous snake.

boom!
The steel whip once again burst out a whip flower like a muffled thunder, and it lay across Su Yu's throat like a snake.

"Tell the truth, or I will break all the bones in your limbs one by one today, and finally your torso, ribs and spine!"

A cruel and ferocious look appeared on Qu Fengshan's face:

"In the end, even if you said it, you'd already be a useless person!"

Su Yu couldn't help but sigh:

"Are you trying to force a confession?"

Qu Fengshan sneered:
"Confess, confess. There is no such thing as torture. Qu has always only cared about the result. If you tell the truth, it is still not too late!"

Su Yu shook his head:

"I'm innocent to begin with, why would you ask me to confess? If you want to accuse me, you can always find a pretext. Just make a confession and put your fingerprints on it!"

Qu Fengshan narrowed his eyes:
"Don't think I can't do it..."

Just then, there were three knocks on the door.

The two demon slayers turned and opened the door.

Ye Ming was standing at the door.

He glanced at Su Yu, then turned to Qu Fengshan and said:
"The Great God of Destiny asked you to question him, not to torture him!"

Qu Fengshan put away the black whip, put his left hand back to his side, and said with a laugh:

"The Great God of Destiny asked me to investigate Qin Shimiao's apprentice, but he didn't specify how to interrogate him. How can he be willing to tell the truth without using some tricks?"

Ye Ming looked at him without comment:
"Did you find out anything?"

Qu Fengshan glanced at Su Yu coldly:
"This kid is very stubborn. Give me some more time..."

Ye Ming shook his head:

"No need, the Great God of Destiny has already investigated everything, leave this kid to me."

Qu Fengshan's eyes flickered, and a trace of barely perceptible anger and disappointment flashed across his eyes, but a smile soon appeared on his face:
"Well."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the execution room with the two demon slayers.

Ye Ming didn't even look at Qu Fengshan again, and turned to Su Yu and said:

"You're fine now."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

Su Yu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"Where is my Master?"

Ye Ming paused for a moment, but did not turn around. He said in a cold voice:

"He won't die for now, but the punishment has not yet been decided! Don't even think about seeing him. Except for the Great God of Destiny, no one can see him at this time."

After saying that, he walked out of the execution room. Su Yu followed him out. Although Qu Fengshan had knocked him away with his aura just now, he was not injured.

The white fox was waiting outside the door. When it saw Su Yu coming out, its eyes suddenly lit up. It chirped and jumped into Su Yu's arms.

Ye Ming turned around and glanced at the white fox in Su Yu's eyes:

"Are you willing to give in, fox?"

Su Yu shook his head without even thinking about it.

"What if I offer you thirty soul paintings and allow you to become a demon painter?"

This condition is very generous.

Thirty soul paintings should be enough for Su Yu to advance his skill level to the next level.

Becoming a demon painter is something many young corpse painters dream of!
Ye Ming looked at Su Yu very seriously:

"It's not that life objects cannot be replaced. Qin Shimiao's previous life pet cat died, and the current cat has only been with him for eight years."

Su Yu lowered his head to glance at the white fox. The white fox had also heard Ye Ming's words, and its pair of dark eyes were looking at him.

He stroked its little head lovingly and shook his head at Ye Ming.

He has no friends in this world.

My only master is probably behind bars and unable to protect himself.

The only one with him was this little fox.

It is not only his destiny, but also his only friend!
She can help him kill ghosts, talk, read, and it seems like she has given birth to a love-brained friend!
"I understand!"

Ye Ming's expression remained cold and he turned around and left.

……

Behind the Demon-Slaying Division, a five-story building rose from the ground, with flying eaves and pointed corners, and a spire in the middle pointing straight into the sky like a sharp sword.

On the second floor, a man with green clothes sat on a chair, holding a tea bowl in his hand, and gently blew a leaf of tea floating on the water to the side.

The green robe he was wearing was exquisitely crafted, with intricate cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves and cuffs, and a skylark with its wings spread in the clouds embroidered on the chest.

He seemed to be old, so there was some gray on his temples and beard.

But the skin on his face was delicate and smooth, with only a few tiny wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His eyes were deep and bright, and his look and attitude showed both the restrained elegance of a civil servant who had been in the court for a long time, and the vicissitudes of life that came from the wear and tear of time.

He is the only fourth-rank demon painter in the Demon Slayer Division:

Great God of Destiny, Shen Qingcheng!
At this time, Qin Shimiao was sitting on the ground opposite Shen Qingcheng. There were traces of blood on his chest that he had vomited in the morning. His face looked a little pale, and his eyes were dull and depressed.

There were two people behind Shen Qingcheng. One of them was wearing a black robe of a demon slayer with a red tiger with bared fangs and claws embroidered on his chest. His face was as dark and deep as the robe, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

The other person was also wearing the green robe of the demon painter with a egret embroidered on his chest, but he was sitting in a wheelchair. His thin and fair face looked a little feminine, and his eyes were clear as water under his willow-leaf eyebrows.

Shen Qingcheng took a sip of tea and placed the tea bowl on the table:
"I have already investigated the matter. It is indeed as you said. It all happened to your disciple named Shifang. Your disciple who you just accepted for two days has been confirmed to be unrelated. He will stay in the Demon Slaying Division and continue to obey orders."

Qin Shimiao changed from sitting to kneeling and bowed to Shen Qingcheng:
"Thank you, Great God of Destiny!"

"It's a pity for Su Yu. His character and talent are extremely rare. But he was implicated by my ignorant master. In the future..."

Shen Qingcheng said calmly:
"A swan will never live under someone's roof for long, so you don't have to worry about these!"

Qin Shimiao nodded, knelt there and stopped talking.

"But you, do you have anything else to say to me?"

Shen Qingcheng looked at Qin Shimiao. Although his eyes were not aggressive, his elegant and calm look seemed to be able to penetrate into his heart.

Qin Shimiao was silent for a moment and sighed:

"There are some things I haven't figured out yet..."

(End of this chapter)