I had already made up my mind from the moment he smiled at me that I didn't want him to answer any of my questions, because this person looked abnormal no matter how he looked at it.

I smiled politely at him, and then when I was about to ask the next person, he suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed me: "Didn't you ask me? I haven't even said yet, where do you want to go?"

I was overwhelmed by what he said.

Obviously, it was he who made that appearance before that made me feel useless, but now, he suddenly reacted and dragged me back.

And aside from his oozing smile, his tone was also cloudy, intermittent, like a lump of cotton wool stuffed in his throat.

Hearing him ask me, I didn't want to talk to him anymore, and my only thought now was to leave him quickly.

It's just bad luck or something. Ever since I entered this general's mansion, nothing has gone smoothly.

But even now, this guy didn't seem to want to let me go, and his sallow hands, like vines tangled in dead branches, grabbed my arms tightly.

"No, no, this brother, you better think about it yourself, I suddenly have a little urgency, let's go first!" I casually found an excuse, thinking about leaving this guy quickly.

lest he be shocked and cause something unnecessary when the time comes.

The guy stared at me for a long time, and he didn't let go of his hand, but stared at me with a burning eye.

I was really scared of his incomprehensible behavior, for fear that he would suddenly scream the next moment. In this way, I was once again the center of attention in the whole crowd.

If I had been seen by the group of people who were looking for me, I would have no way to run out of the crowd. Hold on to that little dark room again, and even harsher punishment awaits.

If I had to repeat the same mistakes again, I wouldn't have had the good fortune to get away with it again.

Thinking of this, I suddenly became a little bolder, and I took a few steps back from the crowd with the guy's hand, thinking that under the cover of everyone, I could escape faster.

But it turned out that this was really me thinking too much, I thought I would be startled, that guy, after I opened his eyes, didn't react too much at all, and didn't scream or shout at everyone as I imagined.

It seems that the house is on fire. Behavior is fine, but the brain may be a little difficult to use. He hadn't seen me, so he wouldn't have recognized me, even if their general's palace was still looking for the fugitive.

In fact, I can't be called a fugitive, I'm just a fugitive from the General's Mansion.

I understand where I am now. You need to hide your identity well, and you have to ask them what is happening in the General's Mansion now.

But due to the last failed questioning. After that, I have to be a lot more careful, in case I meet someone who is exactly the same guy as before, not to mention the delay of my time, and I will encounter a lot of difficulties in communicating with him.

I wandered through the crowd with my head covered for a few more moments, thinking to myself that this was the time to get rid of the guy from before.

Now I can see exactly what's going on in the middle of this crowd.

The boy was lying there covered in blood, surrounded by housekeepers trying to lift him up, but it seemed that the situation was not good.

They tried several times but failed, which is strange to me, people have become like this, why don't they call the imperial doctor, or Lang Zhong to come over, but they have to be busy in it?

It stands to reason that since the group of family members began to run this way in a panic, things have already happened for a while, and it is impossible that Lang Zhong has not arrived yet, after all, who would not dare to obey the dispatch of the General's Mansion!

Childe's wound was on his abdomen, and the blood seeped through his white clothes and flowed directly to the ground, leaving a striking trace.

I watched from afar. The boy let the family push him around on the ground, and he was no longer aware of the people.

It is also a novelty to think that this incident actually happened in the grand general's palace, and who would do it in this place where the law is majestic in front of the public? Unless it was done by the general's own people.

I looked around. I didn't see the figure of Yan Yue, so this is even more incredible.

You're entertaining guests, and one of them is injured on your turf and is unconscious, and you don't even have a human figure now, so it's hard to say.

It just so happened that there was a smart-looking guy standing next to me now, and I looked at him for a while to make sure he wasn't as stupid as the one before.

I secretly watched for a while and then asked him about the child.

"Hey, what's wrong with this boy, why did he suddenly get injured and faint?" I feigned surprise and stabbed the guy next to me with my elbow.

This coherent action was done in one go, as if he had been doing work in this general's mansion for many years to the point where he had become familiar with it.

The little guy pointed at himself in disbelief and apparently hadn't reacted yet, I was talking to him.

"Are you asking me about this?" he suddenly asked me, and for a moment I was confused.

Isn't that obvious enough?

It was probably my expressionless and serious appearance that shook him deeply, and the little family finally reacted, and then stammered to explain everything in front of me.

"I'm just coming. I don't know the cause of this, but it seems that this boy was injured and he accidentally fell......"

As soon as she said this, I knew she was lying, and the traces and expressions were very obvious.

Especially his eyes, always looking left and right when he speaks, the whole look has been directly written on his face, how do you tell me to believe what he said.

I couldn't hold back for a while, and laughed: "Little brother, you still need to practice this lying skill for a few more years, what is going on? You just tell my brother about it, my brother is also busy with something, and it's too late, so I don't know!"

I felt it necessary for me to explain to him the motives for this, so that he could let his guard down.

Who knew that the little guy didn't seem to care about this matter in the first place, he scratched his head with a dry smile: "I think you look like an old-timer, besides, everyone is doing things for the house, how can I doubt you?"

Look at what he said, as if he had just said something extremely obvious falsehood, not like he was perfunctory to me.

We both tacitly smiled at each other, and then I reluctantly asked him again: "That boy looks very seriously injured, I don't think this situation should look like a fall, why haven't you called the doctor for so long?"

It was just a normal sentence, but when I came to this little family, it seemed to mention some kind of taboo that should not be said, and before I finished this sentence, he had already raised his hand to cover my mouth, and then looked secretive.

What is he doing with such a strange thing?