Chapter 1249: The Death of a Shoumin

"What! Him, what is going on with him? Wasn't it just a small injury on his butt? Didn't I just see him alive and well? How could he be dead?"

The person who arrived gasped for air and explained: "He committed suicide! He plunged a Sword into his own heart; he is already dead!"

Upon hearing this, Chengqie's face turned purple. This bastard was smearing feces on his face; did he not want him to have any peace?

The man from the Ministry of Rites felt his eyes shake; this news made his legs go soft with fear. It was over; this was an extremely major incident. What to do, what to do?

After stomping his feet on the spot twice, he hurriedly said: "Chengqie! You go back and take a look first. I will go report to Lord Zhigui and have him come handle it. This matter is a bit troublesome!"

Chengqie also felt it was a bit troublesome. If this were on the territory of the Suiren clan, one could say it was nothing, but this was in Huaxia, a place where everything was complicated. He had actually committed suicide; this was a huge problem.

"Fine, you hurry and go, I will go back and take a look!"

The two immediately split up to act. Chengqie wanted to walk steadily, but his feet were unconsciously accelerating, and in the end, he started running. By the time he took large strides into the courtyard, many people had already gathered.

Chengqie pushed through the crowd and hurried inside. At this moment, several servants were already trembling with fear. They had not expected such a thing to happen suddenly; wouldn't they be skinned alive for this?

Chengqie jumped onto the kang in one motion and looked at the blood-covered Shoumin, not knowing what to say. Looking at his eyes, the pupils were completely dilated and had lost all luster. The body still had some warmth and had not completely turned cold.

"What happened? Tell me carefully, how did he suddenly commit suicide?"

Shoumin's good brother said with blood-covered hands: "Leader, after we sent you out and returned, we saw that he had already plunged the Sword into his own body. He wouldn't say anything when asked, and he died shortly after."

Chengqie looked at the splashing blood on his body and the bloodstains on his hands, as well as that Sword, and felt suspicious: "Did you go out and listen together at the time?"

That man knew Chengqie was suspecting him and immediately became agitated: "Leader! Shoumin is my brother; I couldn't have killed him! This is what I pulled out of his body!"

"I went out; we, we came back together!"

Others also testified one after another: "That's right, Leader, we came from outside together. It was after we returned that we saw Shoumin was already like this; he was the one who pulled the Sword out of his body."

"Sigh..." Chengqie sighed: "What on earth were you thinking? Why did you have to commit suicide? Isn't this causing trouble for me? Couldn't you have just spoken if you had a problem? What is your mouth for!"

Chengqie was extremely angry and annoyed. The death of a tribesman was not enough to make him sad, but such a sudden event disrupted his plans and made him very unhappy, especially since it caused trouble for him.

Watching the blood slowly seep down, Chengqie said angrily: "Carry him out! Do you still want to live in this house? Hurry and carry him outside!"

Several leaders in the room immediately helped each other and carried Shoumin off the kang. On such a cold day, they just threw him onto the Cement floor. The blood kept seeping down. The servants were now both afraid and annoyed; they were afraid of causing trouble for themselves, and if they were assigned some crime later, that would be pure bad luck.

They were annoyed because the corpse was hard to deal with, and there was so much blood. It wasn't just a matter of replacing the dry Grass on the kang; the blood had already seeped through. The kang was wrapped in mud, and this kang could no longer be used.

Even if you laid down more dry firewood or thick leather mattresses, the stench of blood would slowly evaporate. Moreover, human blood smells particularly foul and fishy to a person's nose, with a feeling that it can never be cleaned away.

To make this room clean again, one would have to tear down the entire kang and wrap a new one. But time was tight, even though this wasn't work for these servants to do.

However, they were also worried for Huaxia. This courtyard was rented from someone else, and it was said that nothing could be damaged. But now, someone had died inside the house, and the blood was about to fly up to the ceiling. What to do? Could they really hide it from the owner?

How could it be hidden? Secrets will always leak. But it would be better if it didn't leak; if the news leaked, the Huaxia government's credibility in the eyes of the public would be infinitely lowered.

Now, when borrowing a courtyard, everyone sees that it is a Huaxia official representing the government, so naturally, they don't say a word and lend it—of course they lend it, they wouldn't suffer a loss.

But now, the house hadn't even been rented for a day before someone died inside. Although people weren't as repulsed by death now, who would like someone to die in their home, especially a stranger? Their perfectly good home had turned into this.

In the future, if someone comes to borrow a courtyard, the first sentence will be: "I don't want anyone dying in my house, I won't lend it, go borrow from someone else."

Therefore, handling this accident well also concerns Huaxia's public credibility. If not handled well, it will be a big problem.

Chengqie knew he couldn't handle it, but as the Leader of these people, he definitely had to soothe their emotions first and push the responsibility onto Shoumin himself. The others were not at fault; the fault lay with Shoumin. Shoumin was dead, so there was no use in holding anyone accountable; what could you do with a corpse?

So Chengqie first did ideological work for everyone, letting them understand where the responsibility lay. In any case, the responsibility could not be Huaxia's, otherwise, the problem would be huge.

He was the Leader, and Huaxia would definitely coordinate with him. As long as he had no objections and no problems arose, this matter could be turned from a big issue into a small one, and from a small one into nothing. Now it all depended on what Huaxia had to say.

When Zhigui saw his subordinate rush in with a livid face, he knew there couldn't be any good news. If it were good news, he wouldn't have that expression. But he didn't expect that this bad news was so bad: someone had died!

"What! Tell me carefully again, how did he die, and who died?"

The official gasped for air and explained to his leader: "It is a Leader of the Suiren clan. They say his name is Shoumin, but we don't recognize him and don't know exactly which one he is."

"Oh, no, it seems to be the one who was punished by the King, because Chengqie said he had an injury on his butt or something. Anyway, he committed suicide and is completely dead. It's over!"

Zhigui was so frightened that he stood up immediately, paced back and forth on the floor a few times, and then cursed loudly: "Damn it, what on earth are they trying to do!"