"Is this the blood of a man or the blood of an animal?"
Although he knew that it was not uncommon to kill chickens and fish in the stove room, Chuncheng was still frightened, he threw the pouch aside, took a few breaths hard, and then walked to the table and lit an oil lamp, and waved it on the ground.
What he feared still happened, because there were still more than a dozen blood stains of various sizes on the floor of the stove, but they had already dried out because they had fallen on the cold ground, so when he came in, he didn't even notice it.
"Killing a chicken, it shouldn't bleed so much, besides, I haven't eaten chicken in the past few days."
Chuncheng looked at the blood stains all over the ground, his eyes were a little straight, but he unconsciously muttered this sentence in his mouth.
He stood there stunned for a while, and finally couldn't let go, wrapped his clothes tightly, and walked out with the lampstand in his hand.
There were also scattered blood stains on the threshold and in the corners of the wall, but there was no notice in the courtyard, Chuncheng thought for a while, turned back to the side of the stove room, and walked along the corridor on the side of the stove landlord towards the backyard.
But the more he walked, the more frightened he became, for the sides of the slender corridor were covered with large chunks of blood, and they were getting denser and denser, as if a bucket of paint had been poured from them.
Coming to the end of the road, Chuncheng stood still, he looked at the backyard shrouded in night, and his heart was suddenly afraid, and he didn't dare to take another step forward.
"Chirp."
A terrible bird's cry exploded overhead, and Chuncheng shuddered with fright, and the lampstand in his hand fell to the ground, and the firelight jumped a few times and was extinguished.
In the darkness, only the white breath exhaled from his mouth rose and turned into strange shapes.
Chuncheng bit his lip until a salty smell filled his lips and tongue, and then he let go of it and dragged his slightly stiff legs into the backyard.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Lao Tzu hasn't done anything, and I'm afraid that these things won't work."
He pumped himself up with his fists and took advantage of the faint moonlight above his head to spin around the backyard a few times.
Fortunately, although there was a lot of blood here, at least there was no bloody corpse as he expected.
Chuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, but in an instant, his heart contracted violently again: there was no corpse, where did the blood come from?
Or has someone already moved the body elsewhere?
Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the small thatched hut in the corner, this thatched hut was built a long time ago, and it has been abandoned for a long time, and it is covered with moss and weeds, and if you are not careful, you will slip, so no one will come on weekdays.
Could it be that the body would be hidden in a hut?
Chuncheng took a deep breath and looked back at it as if he was empty-hearted, and then gritted his teeth and walked towards the dilapidated little thatched house.
As soon as he reached the door, he smelled a sour smell that made his stomach feel nauseous, and he almost vomited if it weren't for the lack of something in his stomach.
However, he is not a timid person, although his heart is "pounding" non-stop, he still forced his nervousness and stepped into the thatched house.
But as soon as he walked in, he regretted it, and the walls were covered with scraps of flesh and blood, like a fluffy carpet, and like an unreal but once real dream, which slowly dragged his thoughts back to those terrible nights of the past.
Chuncheng stood dumbfounded for a while, suddenly squatted on the ground, his body couldn't stop shaking, and his mouth said intermittently, "It's not me, it's not me, I'm just acting according to orders, there is a debtor and a debtor, if you want to find it, go to him, don't come to me." ” He shuddered, and in a trance, he went back to three years ago, those nights, just like today, the stars withered, and there was only a faint moonlight.
He was always lying in ambush in a barren forest, looking out through the jumble of branches, waiting for the late, lonely pedestrians.
"I didn't do it, no, I was instructed by someone, I didn't want to kill anyone" He spoke incoherently, his head shaking like a rattle, as if he had fallen into a madness.
I don't know how long it took, he finally escaped from fear and memory, he gasped for breath, stood up Shen on his sore knees, looked around again, and then woke up like a dream, "Yes, it's not me, Lao Dong didn't kill me, of course it's not me."
But," his chest suddenly felt suffocated, as if he had been hammered, "but except for Lao Dong, there are only two people left in the family, so who killed him?"
” Thinking of this, there was a sudden "bang" behind him, as if someone had accidentally stepped on a stone.
Chuncheng turned around sharply, and he saw a black shadow slanting at the door of the hut, covering the only bit of light.
"Wang Weiting is really resurrected?"
"Saint, it's true, after the minister learned about this, he inquired and monitored in many ways, and found that the person in the Wang family was indeed Wang Weiting, who had been dead for several years.
Moreover, Lord Wang seemed unwilling to let others know that his son had come back to life, so he not only sent most of the servants in the family away, but also did not let Wang Weiting go out. ” "Why is he so secretive?"
"The minister originally thought that the resurrection of the dead was too strange to be understood if it was not made public.
But after thinking about it, I felt that this matter had to be taken seriously. ” "What do you mean by that?"
"Saint, Wang Shiyun is Lord Zhao's cronies, and he is also his most proud protégé.
As far as the minister knows, Lord Zhao has been in hiding for many years, and after the official was reinstated, Wang Shiyun took refuge in him as soon as possible, which shows that the relationship between the two is by no means comparable to ordinary people. ” "Dexuan, Zhao Zeping has been gone for a few days, and you framed him like this?"
"Saint, the old minister has only one saint in his heart, and what he thinks and does is only for the saint, although I admire Lord Zhao, but if he dares to be disloyal to the saint, the old minister must not sit idly by."
"What do you mean?"
"Did the Holy Lord ever think that if that Wang Shiyun really had a magic that could resurrect people, he might use this magic on another person?
Lao Chen said a lot, although Zhao Zeping is used by the saint, but who he is most worried about in his heart, the saint and I are very clear.
Besides, that person's body is not transformed, and there are many rumors among the people, if Wang Shiyun really has other thoughts, it will be too late to regret it at that time. ” The person on the dragon chair didn't speak for a long time, but Cheng Dexuan knew that he had poked at the most vulnerable place in his heart.
That is his death hole, and no one can touch it, but if he can help him solve the trouble in his heart, he will be the biggest hero, which is much more cost-effective than currying favor with a Wang Shiyun.
"Dexuan, does Wang Shiyun really know how to use witchcraft?"
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"The old minister's people heard the conversation between Wang Shiyun and a little servant with their own ears, and he said that blood is infused with blood, what kind of fairy grass can make the dead return."