"Wang'er is your personal servant, he is missing now, but you don't care at all?" Song Yao mustered up the courage to refute him.

Qiu Ran seemed to have some kind of abnormal reaction to this sentence, his back straightened all of a sudden, and his expression froze, but the qi shrouded in the whole person was cold, like the autumn rain outside the window that seemed to never stop.

Song Yao took a step back, and she suddenly regretted that she had contradicted him.

"You are all the same, even if I take out my heart and liver and put it in front of you, you will still treat me like this." After a long time, Qiu Ran coldly dropped a sentence that Song Yao didn't understand, and then walked out of the room with his hands brushed.

***

He was gone for four days, and during this period, Song Yao originally wanted to find someone to inquire where he went, but after thinking about it for a while, she finally gave up. This is because she is a little embarrassed, after all, she is not familiar with these subordinates, and it is inevitable that she will be a little embarrassed to ask them about her husband's whereabouts; The second is because she feels that even if she asks, she can't ask anything, and they don't even talk about Wang'er, so how can they tell her where Qiu Ran went.

She always had a thought in her heart: everyone in this house was afraid of Qiu Ran, and they were very afraid, including Qiu Ran's parents.

They usually don't dare to look at him with their eyes, and when they serve him, they each accompany 10,000 careful, for fear that they have done something wrong.

However, Song Yao had never seen Qiu Ran treat his subordinates harshly, let alone his parents, so she couldn't figure out why these people were afraid of him after thinking about it.

On this day, after finishing dinner, Song Yao felt really depressed and panicked, so she went for a walk in the courtyard alone. As she walked along the stone path, she saw the yellowed bamboos on both sides, and felt even more desolate in her heart, as if she was pressed by a mist, and there was no hope in sight.

After walking like this for half a cup of tea, she found that the bamboo beside her was gradually thinning, and the thin leaves, sparse knots, and the wind was blowing.

"Strange, why have you come here, and you haven't seen the back door, is this mound mansion so big?" Song Yao muttered in her heart, turned around and looked around.

No one, except for a dilapidated pavilion, was the sparse bamboo, so desolate that it seemed to her to be almost a tomb.

Song Yao panicked, turned around and walked in the direction she came, and her steps couldn't help but be a little anxious. At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun vanished from her eyes, and it crashed into the distant mountains, taking away the last bit of warmth in the sky.

"Wow...... Wow......"

Overhead, a crow chirped, and at the same time, several black shadows swept over her head and fell into the bamboo forest of shadow pupils.

Song Yao frowned: she hates crows very much, this kind of black bird is nocturnal and nocturnal, and it can always remind people of some unlucky things. She glanced towards the bamboo forest in disgust, and her steps quickened a little.

But at that moment, a crow flew out of the forest with its wings, and almost rubbed against her body, and flew into the gray sky.

Song Yao was so frightened that she almost screamed, but the next moment, she covered her mouth, and her lips hurt so much.

She noticed that the crow had something in its mouth, a thin one, tender red, with viscous liquid dripping downwards, some of which had even landed on the upper of her shoes. Song Yao lowered her head, she saw that her newly made embroidered shoes had been stained with a large piece, black and red stains, like a budding flower.

She shuddered in her heart: Is it blood? The crow eats scavengers, does it take a piece of carrion?

The air around seemed to cool down all of a sudden, and the autumn wind drove the moon out of the clouds and cast it into the withered yellow bamboo forest.

Song Yao felt that her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, but she didn't dare to turn her head to look at the bamboo forest, although she knew that there must be something hidden there, because now, more and more crows were flying towards this side. They scrambled into the woods, flapping their wings when they landed, fighting each other, apparently fighting over a good meal.

"Sshh

There was the sound of strips of cloth tearing, and then another crow flew past against the hem of her skirt, and flew towards the sky that was somewhat dim in the moonlight. It also had something in its sharp beak, not meat, but it was so startled that Song Yao let go of the hand covering her mouth and screamed.

It was a purse, with rough stitching, but the word "Fu" embroidered on it was shining in the moonlight.

The crow loved things that glittered, so he took it away. But she remembered, she clearly remembered, this was Wang'er's purse, and when she saw him for the last time, she saw it hanging on his waist, swinging one after another.

Song Yao suddenly didn't want to run away.

She held her breath hard, looked down and looked around, and when she saw a thick bamboo pole, she exhaled, leaned over to pick it up, and clenched it tightly in her hand.

The sweat from her palms soaked the bamboo pole, and she had to hold it desperately to prevent it from slipping out of her hands. She looked at the bamboo forest, looked at the fluctuating black shadow inside, bit her lip and walked in.

A dozen ravens fought within three feet of her, some flapping their wings, others sticking their sharp beaks into their opponents' flesh. The sound of "quack" resounded one after another, resounding through the bamboo forest, condensing the most primitive and crazy power of this annoying bird.

Song Yao took another step forward and waved the bamboo pole in his hand towards the group of crows immersed in the battle.

The yellow bamboo leaves fell, and she saw the black birds flying upwards in panic, panicking, like a conspirator who had been knocked through the secret.

Finally, they all flew out, and Song Yao knew that now here, only her and the thing lying at her feet were left. She also knew that she had to take a look to see if he was Wang'er, although she hadn't figured out where that drive came from.

She lowered her head: yes, as she thought, the corpse had been pecked by the crows to a blur of flesh and blood, and even the internal organs were exposed to the moonlight, like a painting with strong colors.

Song Yao held back her disgust and turned her gaze to his face, fortunately, the crow let go of his head, and his face was still intact: her facial features were all there, and she could even see the mole on her forehead clearly.

"Wang'er."

Song Yao looked at her trembling lips, took a few steps back, sat on the ground, and couldn't get up again. Her legs were completely limp, and the bones inside seemed to suddenly disappear, and she couldn't exert half of her strength.

This was not because she recognized Wang'er, but because by the moonlight, she could see the cause of Wang'er's death: his neck was pierced by a sharp bamboo shoot, from the back of his neck directly to his throat, revealing the black-brown tip of the bamboo shoot.

But this season, how can there be bamboo shoots?

This was the last sentence that Song Yao thought of before fainting.