The candlelight reflected Cheng Muyou's side face, making his already handsome facial features more three-dimensional, and also adding a bit of seriousness between his eyebrows.
He crossed his hands under his nose and seriously pondered the mystery that had plagued him for half a month: why more than 100 members of the Hu family died.
According to the official who came back from Qingcheng today, the people of the Hu family were burned to death, and everyone's body shrunk into a small piece of carbon, and it was impossible to tell who was who.
And the people in the town said that the fire didn't last long at all, and it was quickly extinguished, and it stands to reason that people can't burn like this, so it's really strange.
They also said an important detail, that is, Hu Zhun was there when the fire started, but after the funeral, he disappeared, and he disappeared without even selling the house and the contents of it, and no one saw where he went, and he never told anyone where he was going, which is really unreasonable for a person who has just experienced the tragedy.
Cheng Muyou stood up and walked to the window, his eyes looked at the high wall opposite: I regretted that I once talked about the origin of those characters, and she said that Yan Niang told her that the characters were roasted by living people, so could those people of the Hu family also be made into characters?
But who is this charmer?
Why did he want to destroy the Hu Manchus?
Cheng Muyou's heart suddenly flashed a white light: Yes, Hu Zhun went to Qingcheng, so the people of the Hu family died, could it be that the person who refined the talisman had any secrets hidden in the hands of the Hu family, for fear of being discovered, he simply killed the entire Hu clan without doing anything?
He was excited and sad for this conclusion, excited because he seemed to have finally touched the corner of the truth, and sad because of the more than 100 lives of those who were living people, but because they were related to this truth, they were ruthlessly killed.
There was a knock on the door, and Jiang Xixi walked in immediately, and she saluted Cheng Mu, "My lord, I'm back." ” Cheng Muyou pulled himself out of his ethereal thoughts, "What can you find?"
” "The person who disrespected Cui Yu appeared again, and this time the person he entangled was Jun Sheng, but fortunately he didn't succeed."
Cheng Muyou slapped the table heavily, "This disciple is so bold, is it really a vegetarian in Xin'an Mansion, one person hasn't been found yet, and he has followed another person in a grand manner." ” "My subordinates also think so, so as soon as I came back, I sent two people to Jun Sheng's house, and asked them to defend day and night to prevent that madman from committing crimes again."
Cheng Muyou approvingly, "You did a good job, Jun Sheng is now targeted by him, and she must not be allowed to fall into the clutches of that wicked man again." ” Jiang Xixi hesitated for a moment, "There is one more thing for my subordinates to be revealed." ” "What?"
"The subordinates just found four footprints in front of Cuiyu's house."
"It's not surprising that there are footprints in front of the house."
"But the footprints were four sheep's hoof prints, and they were very large, several times larger than ordinary hoof prints, and each one was deeply embedded in the stone steps, which was very strange."
Cheng Muyou lowered his head and said to himself, "Could it be that the spirit is doing it again?"
He suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Jiang Xixi, "You have to send a few more people to follow Jun Sheng, if that man is really not human, I'm afraid two people are far from enough." ” Jun Sheng had been lying on the bed for two hours, but no matter what sleeping position she changed to, she couldn't sleep after silently counting the numbers in her heart.
She had been running around for a day today, and she was frightened again, she was already physically and mentally exhausted, and she should have gone to bed early, but the exhaustion of her body made her mind more and more excited, and her thoughts rolled into her head one after another, like the water of the Yellow River bursting its banks, endlessly.
These thoughts were chaotic and chaotic, one coming and crashing into the other, fleeting like meteors, each of which didn't stay in her head for long, and she couldn't hold on to them to meditate.
Jun sat up from the bed and barely grabbed the last shooting star that crossed by.
"Zhang Rui", she said those two words, and then sighed softly: The world is really impermanent, if it weren't for meeting you that day, Cui Yu would not have left the group alone, and if she didn't leave, the things that followed would not have happened.
But I didn't expect that after a turn, you were pulled into my life again, but, no matter how good you are, how can I be emotional about you, as soon as I see you, I will think of Cui Yu, and remember that she died tragically at the hands of thugs just as an adult, so even if there is no one to marry in this life, I can't marry you.
After thinking about this matter, Jun Sheng's heart suddenly settled down, and there were no more annoying thoughts in her mind to entangle repeatedly, and she finally felt the invasion of fatigue, her eyelids blinked a few times, and finally she couldn't bear the attraction of each other, and they were tightly together.
Junsheng dreamed, in the dream, she returned to her childhood, when she and Cuiyu and Yan'er had just met, a few little girls couldn't wait to get together every day and never separate, they could do too many things, the weather was cold, just stay in the room embroidery, paper-cutting, or use a pen to paint the calligraphy written by Liu Minggang black.
When it was sunny, they went out to fly kites and catch sparrows, and the laughter of several people was filled inside and outside the alley.
But Cui Yu's favorite thing is to play shadow puppet plays, Jun Sheng is skillful, the shadow puppets are always lifelike, Yan'er is the most mischievous, she always conjures up different voices to dub the characters, so often before the play is finished, Cui Yu has already fallen off the stool with laughter, covering her stomach and calling her mother.
"Sister Junsheng, you asked her not to learn pig barking anymore, my stomach is already laughing and hurting, and if I continue like this, I am afraid that I will not even be able to go home."
"Hum Hum" "Sister Junsheng, save me, I'm about to die of laughter."
"Humph" "Sister Junsheng, Sister Junsheng, Sister I hurt so much" Jun Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, but there were still the last words Cui Yu said in his mind: I hurt so much, sister, it hurts.
Anxious crawled down his back to his throat little by little, Jun Sheng felt that his throat was dry, his tongue was swollen, and the places on his body where he could inhale were densely blocked by something.
The window was pushed open little by little, and a shadow puppet slowly rose up from below, which she cut by herself, and then painted it with a brush dipped in paint a little bit, the shadow puppet was a white-faced scholar, with long eyebrows and long eyes, at that time they thought that this shadow puppet was very handsome, but now it seems that he is full of ghosts, so that every hair on her hair stands up in a daze.