Murong Lingfeng didn't know when her great beauty mother had the ability to deal with it, and how did this painting get into Yao Mengtian's hands? But it doesn't matter, since her mother's masterpiece has been discovered by her, there is no reason to stay in this rebellious person's room, right? Murong Lingfeng nodded to himself, raised his hand and took the scroll off the wall, not at all aware that he was stealing. www.biquge.info Yun Mo watched from the sidelines, not noticing that something was wrong. However, when the scroll was removed, what was hidden behind the scroll was revealed.

There was a palm-sized square bulge on the wall blocked by the painting, Yun Mo stepped forward and tinkered with the bulge for a while, and took down a small piece of wood, and there was indeed a small hole hidden behind the board. Murong Lingfeng reached in and took out a white handkerchief from the small hole. Amazingly, this handkerchief was exactly the same as the one they had obtained in the Meishan cave, especially the orchids embroidered on it, which were almost identical.

Yun Mo looked at this handkerchief is also strange, it stands to reason that the man in the Meishan cave has been "dead" for fifty or sixty years, Yao Mengtian was not born at that time, how could he have anything to do with her? The only reasonable explanation is that Yao Mengtian inadvertently got this handkerchief. His intuition told him that the man was connected to what was happening to them now, and perhaps from Yao Mengtian's mouth, he could know what was going on with the man in the Meishan cave. "Looks like we're going to have to go to the Imperial Seiji Division!"

Yun Mo sealed the hole and moved another painting from the wall on the other side, blocking this imperceptible corner again. The two looked at it again, and there was no other useful information in this room, so they quietly left the Taifu Mansion again.

The words were divided into two ends, and after Murong Lingxue separated from them, he took Yun Han and went straight to Yao Fan's room. At this hour, Yao Fan had just finished eating the game and had not stopped. Han and Xue climbed onto the roof and untied a tile and looked down from the roof. Yao Fan was sitting in front of the bookcase, holding a pen and not knowing what he was writing, they couldn't see it very clearly from a distance, Murong Lingxue only vaguely felt that he was painting. At this time, the housekeeper knocked on the door with a plate of things and walked in, Yao Fan put down the pen, took the pill handed by the housekeeper, and sent it down with water, "This is the last one, right?"

The housekeeper nodded, "This batch sent by Niangniang this time is already the last one." Sir, how are you feeling now?"

Yao Fan closed his eyes and clasped his hands. Murong Lingxue could see clearly on the roof, and a turbid gas appeared between Yao Fan's hands. Murong Lingxue subconsciously grabbed Yun Han's hand. Yun Han didn't know what was wrong with her, so he could only gently hold her back and comfort her.

The turbidity in Yao Fan's hand did not last long, and soon dissipated. Yao Fan opened his eyes and shook his head, "I can only feel the existence of an air current, and I haven't been able to materialize this air flow like Min Min, or even release it into an attack force." "His divine skills have not yet been cultivated, and his physique still needs to be further cultivated. Yao Fan knew that this matter was urgent, and he had enough time to witness the miracle happening, "What about Minmin?

"Niangniang is fine, and now she is cultivating with Princess Xuan in Fuyingguan. Even if the emperor suspects her, there is no evidence. What's more, there is still the power left behind by the king of Xiangyang behind Niangniang, as well as the favor of the queen mother, there will be no problem. The housekeeper said, "The mother also said that it is the end, let the master let you do it." ”

Yao Fan smiled, "You send someone to take care of Minmin, you have to meet all her requirements!"

"Yes, don't worry, master, the old slave will definitely take care of Niangniang and Princess Xuan!"

After that, a servant came to report that someone had arrived at Taifu's Mansion and asked to see Yao Fan. Yao Fan sorted out the bookcase and went out with the housekeeper. Murong Lingxue pulled Yun Han and took the opportunity to sneak into Yao Fan's room.

Yun Han, who was being held by her, was still immersed in the conversation between Yao Fan and the housekeeper and did not come out, did he discover a big secret?

Murong Lingxue didn't care about anything else, she entered the room and went straight to Yao Fan's bookcase. She pulled out the totem that Yao Fan had just drawn hidden under the book, and her face instantly became even more ugly. Yun Han looked at it from the side and felt strange, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you today? What's weird, are you uncomfortable?"

Murong Lingxue settled down and stuffed the piece of paper back under the book, "Let's go, let's go back and talk!"

When the two of them returned to Murong Mansion, Yun Mo and Xiao Gongzi had already returned.

Murong Lingfeng was holding An Shuli's masterpiece and looking at it carefully, the scenery and characters on this painting were depicted too clearly, even the clothes they wore that day were exactly the same, and even Mu Tangtang, who was left by her next to the dry mountain, was not left behind. Murong Lingfeng folded his fingers and calculated, "Yiwei Year" was twenty-three years ago. At that time, let alone whether there was her or not, even Yun Mo was still a little doll in swaddling clothes, and her teeth hadn't grown yet!"Could it be that my mother really has the ability to prophesy?Or did she see this scene somewhere?" The little boy stood up suddenly, "No, I have to go back and ask clearly!" With that, the little boy ran to the door.

Murong Lingfeng ran out recklessly, and happened to collide with Murong Lingxue, who had just entered the door. The Snow Queen grabbed her arm and asked with a gloomy face, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going home!" Murong Lingfeng replied, "I have something to ask my mother!" Murong Lingfeng told the Snow Queen about the scroll.

Murong Lingxue frowned, "There's no urgency about this matter, I'll talk about it later." Come with me first!" the Snow Queen dragged her away.

Leaving Yun Han and Yun Mo confused.

Yun Han suddenly remembered what he had heard in the Taifu Mansion, "Mo'er, Uncle Huang may have been greened!" Yun Han said mysteriously.

Yun Mo poured himself a cup of tea and said indifferently, "Uncle Huang has long become a green-haired turtle, he doesn't care about himself, what the hell do you care!"

"What did you say?" Yun Han was startled, he suddenly realized that Yun Mo might know something, "You just said ......"

Yun Mo hooked his fingers, asked him to come over, and whispered a few words in his ear. After listening to his words, Yun Han looked at him in disbelief, "Won't it?"

Yun Mo shrugged, "It's not a good thing anyway, if you don't believe it, I didn't say it." But I'll tell you, take care of your big mouth!

Yun Han covered his mouth with both hands, forgetting to even breathe, and it took him a while to react. "I said how did Uncle Huang ......?"

"Okay," Yun Mo interrupted him before he could finish speaking, "You know it in your own heart!"

Yun Han only felt uncomfortable, "You might as well not tell me!" The big secret was told to him lightly by Yun Mo, but when he got here, he became ill. Isn't it going to suffocate him to death if he doesn't say it yet?" "Can I tell Cher?"

Yun Mo glared at him, "The last thing you can know is those two treasures of the Murong family! Don't forget, their father is Murong Yu." ”

"That's not right, Uncle Huang has been ......"

"Even if you want to say this, it has to be said by Uncle Huang himself, don't follow the blind mixing. Yun Mo interrupted him sharply again, "Listen to me, you just don't know!"

Yun Han sat beside Yun Mo and sighed again and again. Forget it, since he was a child, Mo'er is smarter than him, and Mo'er is whatever he says.

Speaking of the two sisters, Murong Lingxue dragged the little boy into the house, put the lamp in his hand, spread out the paper, and drew a totem on it. Murong Lingfeng watched quietly from the side, and with Murong Lingxue's brushwork, the pattern gradually had a rough outline.

The little boy watched from the sidelines, the more he looked at it, the more worried he became, and when Murong Lingxue wanted to drop the last stroke, he suddenly held her hand, "No, you can't draw anymore!"

Murong Lingxue put down the brush, "Sure enough." What kind of array is this?" She is very familiar with the art of war, but she doesn't know as much about this kind of spirit array as Xiao Gongzi, so she can only make a general appearance.

"Tell me first, where did you get this formation diagram from?" asked Murong Lingfeng.

"This is drawn by Yao Fan, and he seems to be practicing this formation. However, he didn't have spiritual power, so the formation he drew just made people feel very uncomfortable, but it didn't really have a real effect. Murong Lingxue told him in detail about Yao Fan, "You haven't answered me yet, what kind of formation is this?"

"This is the Soul Snatching Array, one of the seventy-two evil arrays. Murong Lingfeng picked up the formation diagram and approached the candle flame, lit it, and turned it into ashes, "This is the second time I've seen this formation in the Zhantian Continent. ”

Murong Lingxue frowned, even if she didn't know the Soul Snatching Array, she had heard of it. The evil of this array is that it can extract the souls of living people from their bodies, but it is not easy to build a soul reaver array, in addition to this formation, there are many other elements that are needed. "You've seen the Reavers there?"

Murong Lingfeng swept the ashes off the table, "You're just an unfinished one, I saw a Soul Snatcher Array in Meishan half a year ago that had been activated. It was a male corpse, his eyes gouged out alive, chained to the wall, and behind him was a Soul Reaver Circle. However, the male corpse had lost its soul for nearly sixty years. Murong Lingfeng took out the handkerchief he got from Yao Mengtian and spread it on the table, "I thought Yao Mengtian had something to do with that male corpse. However, listening to you say this, it may be traced back to Shi Min who taught Yao Fan the evil arts. ”

"How do you know that it was Shi Min who taught Yao Fan the Soul Snatching Array? It could also be where he stole it!" Murong Lingxue calmly objected, she would never jump to conclusions without getting tangible evidence.

Murong Lingfeng tilted his head and thought for a while, "You're right, it wasn't necessarily Shi Min who taught Yao Fan the Soul Snatching Array, but it must have been Shi Min who taught him the wrong way of cultivating immortals, right?"

Murong Lingxue thought of the turbid gas in Yao Fan's hand, "I'm afraid, Yao Fan's life will not be long." ”

They didn't know how long Yao Fan would live, but soon the news of Yao Mengtian's death came. The Qing official of the Imperial Qing Division came to report that Yao Mengtian suddenly bled to death in prison.

Murong Lingfeng immediately rushed over, and there was already an autopsy on the side. It's a pity that he can only deduce the time of her death, but he can't find out the cause of her death. Yao Mengtian's entire face was covered in blood, and seven blood marks flowed out of her open eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, which was very scary. He only found out that she died of bleeding from the seven orifices, but he couldn't find out why she bled from the seven orifices. Yao Mengtian has no external injuries, and there is no toxin in her blood, as if there is a clock in her body, telling her that when the time comes, it is time to die, and she will die.

And that's pretty much the case.

Murong Lingfeng probed her body with her spiritual sense when she was not paying attention, and accidentally found traces of the remnants of the soul loss technique in her body. Murong Lingfeng was shocked, it turned out that Yao Mengtian was not frightened crazy by the torture of the Imperial Qing Division, but was subjected to a soul loss technique. Her final death was also due to the Soul Loss Technique, which consumed the energy in her body and died of exhaustion.

The little boy couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and blamed her for being rash that day. If she had been able to probe Yao Mengtian's illness at that time, maybe she wouldn't have died today.

Yun Mo didn't know what the little boy was thinking, but looking at her suddenly depressed expression, the prince knew that she was very depressed now. Yun Mo held Murong Lingfeng in his arms, let her head rest on his shoulder, and accompanied him silently.

Murong Lingfeng put his arms around his waist, "If I make a big mistake because of my little emotions, will you blame me?"

"My baby still has a little emotion? In my place, your eyebrows and eyes are earth-shattering. Can you tell me anything more serious?" Yun Mo coaxed the little boy with two or three sentences, and he kissed her forehead, "Baby, everything has a meaning in what happens." Since fate arranged for Yao Mengtian to die at this time, no one can save her. It's not your fault. You don't have to take irrelevant things on yourself. That's meaningless at all, isn't it?" Yun Mo understood that someone wanted to kill Yao Mengtian's mouth, and he couldn't blame the little boy for this.

He dragged Murong Lingfeng out of the Yuqing Division, and the two rode out of Chujing City. Murong Lingfeng didn't remember until halfway and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go and scare the snake. Yun Mo's face was not very good-looking. He didn't have any feelings for Yao Mengtian, but her death did make him understand that the mastermind behind the scenes didn't care about the life or death of his people at all, as long as it was exposed, there was only one way for him to do it, and that was to kill people. Such an opponent made Yun Mo really not respectful. "I just want to see what she wants to do!" Yun Mo looked up at the three big characters of Fuyingguan and said.

Murong Lingxue, who stayed in Chujing, also received a notice from the shopkeeper of Xiyuanfang on this day, first, her mother's hairpin flower had been repaired and could be picked up; second, Miss Saka was now in Xiyuanfang, and if the little boy was interested, he could come and talk to Miss Saka face-to-face.