The next day, the snow stopped, and the people living on the side of the street went out to clear the snow with big brooms, and the children giggled and wore cotton jackets to run to play in the snow, which was very lively.

There was a carriage parked in front of the Three Princes' Mansion, Shen Chenjing and Lin Jiafu took the baggage, and the princess took a lot of things and read them for a long time before she stopped and put the things in the carriage. After saying goodbye, the group drove away in the carriage.

Wan Tao acted as a groom, sat in front of him and took a withered yellow grass root, swaying, the moon was like frost and silent, sitting next to him, Wan Tao was startled, he remembered the horror of being dominated by the problem, and raised his butt very cowardly and moved it to the side.

“？” Yue Rushuang raised her eyebrows, put her dress together, and said with a little smile, "What?" Afraid of me? ”

"Boom!!" Wan Tao screamed in her heart, and said with a white face, "No...... No! You can't eat people......"

Yue Rushuang grinned and said, "How do you know that I don't eat people, huh?" The tone was obviously raised, deliberately a little weird.

"......" Wan Tao slowly turned his head, caught up with the carriage, and shook the hand holding the reins a few times, and then accidentally let out a "woo" after a long time. "It's already amazing, at least it didn't cry on the spot.

Yue Rushuang laughed. The two people in the car also laughed. It took a long time before someone came out to uphold the right path.

Lin Jiafu flicked the curtain, poked out half of her head, and said, "Rushuang, don't joke anymore, Wan Tao is still a child." ”

Then everyone quietly glanced at Wan Tao, and quickly withdrew their gaze, pretending not to see a resentful gaze.

Well, a fifteen-year-old child is close to seven feet six inches tall, tsk, really well developed.

Wan Tao cried and closed the curtain.

The group spent a boring journey with jokes, Buyezhuang is not too far from here, from getting up early in the morning to catch the car, to Buyezhuang when it is already night, it took a whole day, everyone is tired, and the spirit is not much.

"Why is there no one?" After Wan Tao set up the carriage, he looked at the dark village, and the shops on the relatively narrow streets had already closed their doors, and there was not even a single lamp. The chicken coop built next to the house was also quiet, and there was no sound at all.

"Maybe it's scruples, after all, the murderer is so terrible." Shen Chenjing got out of the carriage, helped Lin Jiafu, and whispered to be careful.

Lin Jiafu nodded and didn't speak, and Shen Chenjing only thought she was tired.

Wan Tao and Yue Rushuang took the burden and followed behind.

"Lord Wang, where are we going to live?" Wan Tao was holding a large bag and a small bag, unable to spare his hand, and glanced at the quiet village again, no one came out to receive him, and they didn't know where to live.

"I don't know, let's see, if anyone wants to let us live." Shen Chenjing frowned slightly, quickly let go, walked in front and led the way, and said as he walked.

Walking into the village, Shen Chenjing went to the first house first and knocked on the door, but the fragile door panel couldn't withstand even the lightest knock, making a squeaky sound, and no one responded. Shen Chenjing knocked on the side again, his ear close to the door panel, listening to the movement inside.

Still without a sound at all, Shen Chenjing shook his head at everyone and signaled to leave.

The wind is cold in the middle of the night, and it will not snow in the village at night, but the weather is cold, especially at night, the cold wind blows on the face like a knife, and it hurts badly, and the group walks quickly.

I don't know how long it took to walk, everyone saw a little light, it was a broken temple, it was a mess, a few candles on the altar were flashing with a faint light, and a statue of a god was crooked, Lin Jiafu couldn't look at it, raised her hand to move it, but obviously heard a movement, startled.

Everyone also heard the voice, and they all gathered around to see, it turned out to be a ragged beggar, holding a roast chicken, gobbling it up, and the posture was extremely strange, Shen Chenjing took a few steps forward, his brows furrowed, and everyone gasped when they saw it.

It was not strange that the beggar was in rags, his face was like dead bark, dry and wrinkled, his hair was messy and mixed with silver hair, and his eyes were cloudy and dull, but when he saw his hands, his scalp was numb, and the beggar's hands were cut off, and the blood stains on the wound had long since dried up, and the black-red blood scabs were twisted to form earthworms, and gray-white bones were faintly visible.

He ate it with his hand where he was broken, arching the roast chicken.

Everyone's faces are not very good-looking, and whoever sees them will not be in a good mood.

Wan Tao couldn't hold back and retched a few times to the side.

Shen Chenjing's action of stepping forward frightened the beggar, and the beggar took a few steps back in fear, and the roast chicken didn't care about it, and fell to the ground. Shen Chenjing motioned for Lin Jiafu to bring a piece of baked cake bought on the road and handed it to the beggar.

The beggar slowly raised his head, whined a few times in his mouth, and tears flashed in his eyes, but he was still afraid and did not dare to take it.

Lin Jiafu patiently persuaded, broke the baked cake in half, revealed the sesame filling, and said in a gentle voice, "Eat, we won't harm you." ”

The beggar looked at her with caution in his eyes, and then hesitated for a moment, staring at Lin Jiafu, as if questioning this heart, Lin Jiafu looked back frankly, without dodging, and the beggar stretched out two severed hands, holding them and taking a bite. Then I found that it was okay, so I took a few bites, but I didn't have time to swallow it, so I ate it directly.

Lin Jiafu sighed, took out the water in the bag, poured a glass, and placed it next to the beggar.

Soon, the beggar finished the bread in one go and poured a few more sips of water.

"What's your name?" Shen Chenjing asked after seeing the beggar finish eating.

The beggar whined, puzzled, and asked, "What are you talking about, be louder, and we won't harm you." ”

Shen Chenjing was silent, stared at the beggar's throat carefully, and then said, "He had his tongue cut out." The voice was a little cold.

Everyone felt the temperature around them drop instantly.

The beggar has a tongue in his mouth, and the blood-red piece is reminiscent of the patina smell of blood, which is disgusting.

The beggar knelt in front of Shen Chenjing and Lin Jiafu with a puff, shouting loudly (although he couldn't hear it), whining, he saw that these two people were not shallow, and they were good in their hearts, they would help him and help him get out of the sea of suffering.

"Eh, what are you doing here? Get up! The two of them panicked to help, and hurriedly persuaded, but the beggar refused to get up, whined, looked at the water in the cup that had not been drunk, and immediately dipped his broken hand in the water in the bowl, and wrote and painted on the ground, although the wound was scarred, it was still a heart-piercing pain, and the handwriting was distorted. The beggar added two more words, Yu Jie.

Everyone frowned and thought.

The beggar wanted to write and draw something more, but his whole body was so sore and weak that he couldn't lift any more energy, and looked at the word Yu Sin with sadness.

Lin Jiafu looked at those two words and asked slowly, "You mean, the injuries on your body are related to the remaining sins?" ”

The beggar nodded in surprise, whined again, and then ceased to speak as if resigned, unable to say anything at all.

Shen Chenjing pondered for a while and said, "Yu Sin and Yu Jie are the young masters of the Yu family's Sword Village, but recently, both of them have disappeared. ”

Yue Rushuang took over and said, "They may have disappeared here." Yu Sin hurt him and cut out his tongue, so that he would not tell any secrets? ”

The beggar was speechless at all, just listened to their conversation, and then nodded rightly.

Lin Jiafu leaned on the side of the stage, thinking, did the two young masters of the Yu Family Sword Village have any connection with the case of Buyezhuang? Why did you hurt this beggar and cut out his tongue? Since it was the remnant sin that hurt people, why did the remnant ring disappear?

There was too much information, and one question after another came to mind, waiting to be solved, Lin Jiafu rubbed her temples with a headache.

Shen Chenjing leaned over and saw Lin Jiafu frowning, so he comforted him, "Don't think about it yet, rest and think about it tomorrow." ”

Lin Jiafu nodded.

The group was also tired for a day to help the beggar clean up, the beggar turned sideways, the tattered clothes showed a rough back, a small black trace, the two hurriedly swept over, everyone also laid the carpet, and fell asleep one after another.

In the dark, a pair of eyes are always watching them.