After walking out of the Dajun Palace, Xiao Ji asked, "How did Fang Cai find out?"

"Kawachen Ieyoshi's wrists and feet have traces of being strangled by ropes or rings, and they should have been strangled for a long time. Huo Dong thought for a while and said.

"He's a great king, who can bind him?" Xiao Qi wondered.

"It's night. Huo Dong tightened his shirt and said.

Xiao Ji saw the dotted lights on the street, the light fog still refused to disperse, and the snowflakes were still falling.

He said softly to Huo Dong, "Let's go, go back to the medical hall." ”

"Good. Huo Dong smiled slightly.

The two walked side by side into the deep mist of the night, and in an instant they disappeared.

At this time, on the bank of the Tianhe River in Bincheng, North Province, Simen Feng stared at the river almost without blinking, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and gasped, he really wanted to jump in, and he was gone.

However, when he put his foot close to the edge of the river, he retreated.

Simen Feng didn't dare, he still couldn't let go of his young son and wife, as well as his eldest son who was far away.

The waters of the Heavenly River rolled towards the west, so fast and arrogant that the waves even wet his shoes.

It seems that he must be dragged down the heavenly river before it will be calmed.

And in the evening half a month ago, the bridge was also painted along the river in this way, sinking to the bottom of the river this day, and never floated up again!

The Tianhe River runs through the northern province of Bincheng, from east to west, and no one cares where the source is and where it flows.

In the summer, oak trees grow on the banks of the two rivers, and their branches and leaves stretch out arbitrarily, almost obscuring the top of the river.

The sunlight penetrated into the river through the slightest crack, making it even more gloomy.

Looking at it again tonight in winter, it looks more like the devil's crazy swaying arms and claws, which is terrifying.

"Sensei Teramo. A girl's shout pulled Teramoto's thoughts back.

"Aoi-chan. Teramen Feng looked back and saw that it was Aoi Yamamoto, a student of the school, and she was also the youngest daughter of the castle lord, and her status was very high.

"Teacher Simen, my father said that Zhonglan must go down to the river!"

"Is this true!Sensei Teramon?Did Providence choose him!" Aoi Yamamoto asked anxiously, as if she must get a definite answer from Yutaka Teramon.

"That's right, that's what Yamamoto said. Teramoto said as if he had been greatly defeated.

"Teacher Simen, I know I can't stop my father, but I won't let Zhonglan sink into the river like this. ”

"Is it necessary to sacrifice the life of Zhonglanjun alone for the sake of a great monarch!" Aoi Yamamoto shouted.

Teramoto Yutaka was stunned, he didn't answer Yamamoto Aoi's words, because he knew that no matter what he did, it was impossible to change the status quo.

What Yamamoto Hengding wants to achieve, no one will stop it.

He is the lord of the city, even if he finds a reason to take the lives of the people of this city, no one dares to say a word.

"Teacher Temple, my father was domineering and harmed people's lives, and I, Yamamoto Aoi, apologized for him. ”

"However, for the sake of today, we still have to find an opportunity to inform Zhonglanjun. Aoi Yamamoto kyumichi.

Temple Gate Feng looked at Yamamoto Aoi, who was just twenty, and thought of his eldest son Temple Gate Zhonglan, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Sensei Teramo. Aoi Yamamoto also said softly in a choked voice.

Simen Feng shook his head, sighed, and walked in the direction of home with tears in his eyes, step by step.

Aoi Yamamoto looked at the stumbling steps, and his heart tightened.

Kita-Dohama is the most remote and northerly part of Sakura Castle, and the people are extremely closed-minded.

And Yamamoto always seems to be able to take advantage of this weakness of people, playing with them.

The Yamamoto family has been rooted here for more than 1,000 years, since the second generation of their ancestors.

Therefore, as the head of the Yamamoto family and the lord of the North Province Coastal City, Yamamoto Hengding's prestige in this city is naturally extremely high.

It can almost be compared to the king of a country, so to speak, the king of a small country.

From the fifteenth year of Zhaoye and the first century, there was a terrible sacrifice in this Tianhe.

The people of Dongyingzhou have always worshiped the gods extremely much, almost to the point of obsession and terrifying.

They believe that there are river spirits in every river, and they are gods who bless the peace and stability of the party.

Therefore, people will sacrifice the golden man and the yin water woman to the river spirit, praying for all the wishes that can be prayed for.

In the middle of the night, although the lights are bright, but in the eyes of Simenfeng, Tianhe is extremely cold. bar

Because there are twelve lives at the bottom of the river!

Temple Gate Feng was sitting in the main hall at the moment, and did not light the candles.

He drank cup by cup of sake until a dozen small porcelain bottles were piled up on the ground, and he still kept drinking.

"Temple-kun, go to bed early. Temple Gate Feng's wife came out with her clothes draped and said softly with concern.

"Hmm. Temple Gate Feng nodded and promised in a low voice, but did not move.

"Lan'er should have arrived in Sakura City soon, Simenjun, why bother like this. The wife said with tears in her eyes.

"At the bottom of the river, twelve innocent lives have sunk!"

"Some of them are fresh and young lives that I have grown up with my own eyes, and Ah Kui and Lan'er!"

"Also, there are young children who have not yet reached the crown!"

"I am a doctor in the northern province of Bincheng, and I should have preached and received karma to solve my doubts. ”

"However, I can't do anything now, how can you let me live!" shouted Teramen Yutaka in a low voice.

The wife didn't speak again, she looked at the Tianhe in the distance outside the window tremblingly, and only felt shuddering.

The next day, Yamamoto Hengding came to the temple gate house early.

"Mr. Teramon, can Zhonglan-kun have returned?" asked Yamamoto Hengding as soon as he entered the door.

"Isn't it time before the sacrifice!" said the temple gate.

Yamamoto Hengding saw that the face of the temple gate was extremely bad and very unfriendly.

He just sneered and continued, "Mr. Temple, you have to understand one thing. ”

"Zhonglanjun's illness will only exhaust the temple family, so it is better to let him go with the gods and benefit everyone in the city. ”

"Do you know how many people in the year would rather run out of money than have their children become kappa? ”

"This is the positive result of the cultivation of the hundred generations, if it is immortal cultivation, it is not a problem!" Yamamoto Hengding raised his eyes and looked at Temple Gate Feng and said.

He was waiting for his answer, and Teramoto Feng stared at Yamamoto Hengding and squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "After speaking, let's leave." ”

Yamamoto Hengding brushed his sleeves away disdainfully, scolding as he walked out.

Temple Gate Feng looked at Yamamoto Hengding's back resentfully, eager to peel off his skin raw, and then crush his bones and scatter ashes!

The day soon came when Zhonglan returned to the North Road Bincheng, and he had just arrived at the gate of the city.

was tied up by someone arranged by Yamamoto Hengding and thrown into it without hesitation.

All this, before Zhonglan saw it clearly, he had already sunk at the bottom of the Tianhe

And at the moment when the temple gate Zhonglan was thrown into the river, the temple gate stood at the door of the Yamamoto house with a plump body full of blood.

In his right hand, which was shaking, he held a long knife with a curled blade, dripping dark red blood.

Teramoto Yutaka almost roared: "Yamamoto Hengding, you cowardly villain!

"Your cousin and uncle, who are in cahoots with you, have been killed by me!"

"But I will spare the old and young women and children, even if I kill your relatives, I am not you, you call yourself a man!

"In the heavenly river, the twelve people who are still sinking at the bottom of the river and my son!"

"But you are thrown in, both young and old, aren't you afraid of being damned!"

At this moment, Yutaka Temple's entire body was cut in half from top to bottom by a sudden big axe.

I saw that it was Yamamoto Hengding holding an axe and roaring: "No one can oppose me! Those thirteen people are the end! Hahaha!"

But before Yamamoto Hengding finished laughing madly, he also fell to the ground, and when he was lying on the ground, he seemed to see the mouth of Teramoto Yutaka who was cut in half and smiled.

It was Aoi Yamamoto, who stabbed her father to death with her own hands with the dagger her father once gave her.

Then, she indifferently wiped the handle of the knife with the corner of her clothes and put it in the hand of Temple Gate Feng.

When the morning sun rose, she closed the door to Yamamoto's house, and everything was calm again.

As if the previous tragedy had never happened, everyone on the street still had a rich expression on their faces.

The children chased each other, and several women talked and laughed and walked to the river of Tianhe to wash clothes.

Aoi Yamamoto stood by the Tianhe River, the bright sunlight shining on his body, very warm.

"Where does the water of this river go?" asked a man in a cloak, standing beside her.

"Where does the water from this river come from?" asked Aoi Yamamoto with a slight tilt of his head.

The two did not speak again, but stood by the river for a long time.