The long street was solemn and quiet, and the girl was also silent in a black outfit inlaid with gold thread and secretly embroidered with fragrant flowers. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is of excellent quality. It is tattooed with the flower of the demon rule to the extreme, is blooming brilliantly, as if it is the mountain girl who is spoken of in the mountains and wilderness, the charm is moving and dangerous, although only the form is hooked with gold wire, but the craftsman is how ingenious the heavens, and the god is also depicted a little.

The flower is Manshu Sawa, which is said to be on the banks of the River Styx, but in fact, it is mostly placed next to the mounds in the wilderness. Legend has it that in the middle of the night, a fog rises in the wilderness, and the glow of the glow faintly reveals the blooming Manshu Sahua, which stretches forward one by one, and is rumored to be the path of the dead soul.

People are so unlucky that few people use it as an embroidered ornament on their clothes.

The girl's name was Fleur, and she wore a grimace mask with bright red lines on her porcelain white mask, which was wrenching and terrifying.

The flail's eyes were eerie blue. Like a blue nebula, it will attract people in an instant.

She stood in front of the royal mansion, and beside her stood an expressionless sacrifice.

It's time to go.

Flails jumped to the roof, stood at the corner of the eaves, hooked her red lips, and took out a bone flute, her eyes flashed slightly, and she pressed the flute against the corner of her lips.

The astringent notes drifted in the night, piercing the silence, and at this moment, the priest held the sword, and the figure entered the royal house in a flash.

After that, there was a panic.

The cries and screams were endless, and the sacrificial faces were expressionless, and the dark eyes were dull, as heavy as the abyss of despair. The flail was still playing the bone flute, and the night breeze blew her long blue hair tied back her head. Her eyes were serene, and there was not the slightest ripple. It's like I'm just playing a song very ordinary.

The cries reached the backyard.

West Chamber.

Zhu Xiu ran all the way to the West Chamber, pushed the door and entered the hospital, and it was dark.

Rose swayed lightly in the night wind, Zhu Xiu frowned, turned with his sword and walked towards the back door.

He knew that Qingyue must have fled when she saw that the situation was wrong, there were sacrifices and flail at the front door, and she must have gone to the back door.

Zhu Xiu followed all the way.

At this moment, the crying in the front yard gradually subsided, and it was almost over.

Wang's house, the building is overturned.

The blood in front of the stairs is pervasive, and the demon is enchanting, like the residual red of a petal. He retracted his flute and leaped from the rooftop, his knee-length black stilt on the blood-soaked stone steps. She glanced around, the Wang family looked like a Shura field.

After a few moments, he walked towards the backyard.

The priest followed her, following in unison.

She searched everywhere and did not let go of any of the Wang family.

The flail is skillful, and the means can be called ruthless. It's just that if martial arts have to be judged high, she is naturally not as good as a sacrifice, and it is even much worse.

It's just very strange that the sacrifice that was made before is just standing quietly to the side at the moment, not saying a word, lowering his eyes and pondering, not knowing what he is thinking.

Lingzhuyuan was their last stop.

Unlike other courtyards that are dark, the bamboo courtyard is lit up and a simple mourning hall is placed.

In the brightly lit living room of the main house, Wang Qingyi's coffin was placed. On the desk in front of the coffin were incense burners and fruit cakes. Three pillars of incense are burning quietly in the incense burner. In front of the desk, there is a pu ball, which is covered with a bright yellow embroidered moire brocade cloth, which is delicate and elegant.

Legend has it that Su Xili, the son of the seventh son of the Wang family, should be found by Zhu Xiu from the small Buddha hall of the Lingzhu Academy.

Jia Luo stood quietly in front of the case, his eyes showing a hint of strangeness.

There is no one in the huge Lingzhu courtyard! So bamboo repair......

"Let's go." Flails whispered, turned away, and headed for the West Chamber.

He has been staying in this remote town under the rule of Jincheng these days, and he knows some things.

For example, Qingyue, who heard the news and wanted to make a fortune from a woman dressed as a man, thought she was dressed up very well, but in fact she was full of mistakes and omissions, and it was okay to deceive some little maids who had never seen anything before, but Wang Dongran, who is now in charge of the Wang family......

Although Wang Dongran has a useless reputation, and he has been away from the court for many years, he no longer camps. But he is the person next to the five princes, but a little concubine can get Su Mo's blue eyes not only because of the secret of Changning's formula, but also because his own means will not be small.

and the son of the Wang family in the house is not a good one.

So when Qingyue entered the Wang family, she didn't care at all, and she didn't ask anyone to investigate, if she investigated, she would find that Qingyue was not as simple as she thought. It's a pity that she didn't, and of course she didn't know what kind of opportunity she had missed.

Luo Luo didn't know why Qingyue killed Wang Qingyi, and she wasn't curious at all. She just wanted to join up with Zhu Xiu now and set off to return to the Yuchen Imperial Capital.

Rushing all the way, I thought I would see Zhu Xiu in the West Chamber, but I didn't want to.

Guarding in front of the west chamber was a man who was no different from his outfit and flail, tall and with piercing eyes.

Seeing that Flail Luo was approaching, he held his sword and bent down to salute and said, "Lord Flailuo, according to the spies who came to report, the hall master of the Fuling Hall appeared in Jincheng a few days ago, and it seems that he has not left yet. ”

Flaila raised an eyebrow. Of course, she wouldn't think that the hall master of the Fuling Palace came here because of the Changning of the Wang family.

After so many years, Fu Ling Hall should have developed an antidote and a method of prevention and treatment. Otherwise, why could the Wang family survive these hundreds of years?

Since it is not for the royal family, then ......

She knew that the new hall master of the Fu Ling Hall had disappeared from the succession ceremony, and she was very curious about her purpose. What could have made her leave something so important to come here? Flaila knew that this must not be easy.

It is rumored that the hall master of the Fuling Palace, a wonderful hand of the heavenly doctor, has far more medical skills than the previous hall master, and the flail hooks the corners of his lips, but the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes. She was curious about this hall master.

"Is there any trace of her?"

"She's in the middle of welcoming guests in Jincheng now." The man bowed back.

The flail wanted to leave immediately, but if it was too late, it would change, but Zhu Xiu ......

Zhu Xiu is not in the West Chamber, he must have chased Qingyue and gone, not in the front hall but only at the back door. The back door of the Wang family leads directly to Tongtianling, and Zhu Xiu probably followed Qingyue to Tongtianling.

She turned her head, her eyes met the dark pupils that had no light on the sacrifice, and a series of difficult words came out of her mouth. After a moment, a glimmer of light flashed in the black eyes of the priest, and it disappeared in a flash.

The priest turned around and walked towards the back door, looking for the traces left by Zhu Xiu and Qingyue.

Looking at the departing figure of the sacrifice, Luo Luo was not worried at all, and took the man in black to Jincheng.