In the corner of the castle, there is no sunlight all year round, the white skirt moves slightly in the corner, the woman turned around, looked at Rong Wu, and handed over the mobile phone in her hand.

"Is the person you're talking about really dead?" The woman looked at Shangrong Wu with disdain, and swallowed the other words back into her stomach.

"Not dead, do you like that woman to come back and then you call her Mrs. respectfully to her, and let your son call her mother? I don't know that you have such a great heart. Rong Wu sneered, "If it weren't for that woman making the king feel bad, why do you think I want to help you?" ”

"I know." The woman nodded, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Thank you." ”

"No, I don't." Rong Wu casually threw the mobile phone into his pocket, then turned around and went down the stairs, and after a few steps, he suddenly came back and said sharply, "The mercenary is the king looking for someone to go, the black panther is a useless thing, he helped him so much, and he ran into the bureau stupidly and was caught, so Wang wanted to release the black bear and force Tian Yuan to return to the king's side, I told you so much, I want you to recognize what kind of person the king is, and also to recognize what kind of identity you are in the castle now, the king's side, you don't need soft-hearted people, if one day, I found that you are not suitable to stay in this castle, even if you have a young master, I will still let you go. ”

Rong Wu had already walked away, and the woman stood in the distance with a pale face, watching Rong Wu step out of her sight neatly step by step.

As Rong Wu said, she was walking on thin ice in this castle, even if she had thought of thousands of ways to please the king, but she could not find any other opportunity or excuse to get close to the king except for her son's study.

Is it really scary to die?

Perhaps, for Xia Shang, death is not the most terrible thing in this world, the terrible thing is that it is not himself who dies.

Coming to this county, time, let how many lives slip through his fingers, he is not the master of life, so he can't control the lives of others.

Wenkeng Village is a small village 80 kilometers away from the county seat, and there is a river in the village, which is not deep, and the deepest place is less than two meters.

In the summer, the river was overgrown with reeds, almost covering half of the river, and the top of the reeds was soft and swaying in the wind, and in the reeds, the substitute of the black bear, lay there quietly, his blood stained the river water around him red, and the river water that did not swim proved that this was a water surface that had not moved, and here it was a dead river.

"Go find someone to get the body up." Xia Shang stood by the river, his eyes were as sharp and gloomy as an eagle, and in the patches of reeds, a life was lost there.

"Yes." Tian Xi responded, beckoned people to find tools to go down the river.

Tian Yuan stood on the side, looking at Xia Shang's back, he was standing very close to the river, half of his feet were suspended in the air, his figure was reflected on the river, and his expression was as terrible as that pool of stagnant water.

In the crowd, I don't know who Lu Dao sighed softly in a low voice, and no one spoke.

Tian Yuan stood quietly beside Xia Shang, looking at him without saying a word, and then looked at Tian Xi and the others who were rowing the wooden boat with the villagers catching fish, and approached the reeds wrapped around the corpse little by little.

"Xia Shang."

Halfway through, Tian Yuan stood like Xia Shang and called softly.

Xia Shang turned his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he scolded softly, "Go back, don't do the same, if you fall, you have to be fished up when you turn back." ”