Chapter 41: Meet the Man in Purple Again

The head of the Sikong family is a Jianghu person, and there are naturally many Jianghu people in his house, and they are all capable people, so rashly poisoning Sikong Yu to control it will definitely alarm the three masters of the Sikong family.

Therefore, before, the finger wrapping soft that Xiao Biao handed over to Su Yin, the toxin on it was only one-tenth of the ordinary finger wrapping soft, and the poison on the finger wrapping was mild, it was impossible to be discovered, but it would take more than a month to accumulate this poison to the extent that it could control Master Sikong.

But now, there isn't that much time.

Xiao Yang walked out of the inner room and walked to the door, but saw Jiechen looking at Yu Wenjing with a frightened expression, and his expression was like looking at a terrifying monster that was rare in the world.

And Yu Wenjing is still silent and introverted, a little cold.

Xiao Biao stepped forward and patted Jiechen's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?" What the hell in broad daylight? ”

"I ......," Jiechen gritted his teeth and said, "I hope I'm going to hell, they don't have a normal person in the royal family!" ”

Xiao Yang blinked and looked at Yu Wenjing: "Midnight, did you do anything to him?" Let him be so angry. ”

Yu Wenjing shook his head, looked innocent, and said, "No." ”

Xiao Yang felt a shock in his heart again, and pinched Yu Wenjing's face: "Until you don't, how can my baby bully others." Let's go, we'll stay in the wing room for the time being. ”

Jiechen followed behind Xiao Biao: "What did Su Yin tell you?" Is there a problem with your finger wrapping? ”

"yes." Xiao Biao smiled and said, "But it's not a big deal, I already have a countermeasure, you don't need to worry, just prepare the gold." ”

"You ......" When it comes to gold, Quchen looks like a myocardial infarction, and I don't know why he is so slammed by a young master of the Sikong family.

There are two wings, and after careful consideration, Xiao Yang still let Yu Wenjing sleep in the same room with her, after all, the true qi in his body is still a little unstable.

I don't know what other side effects of this forbidden technique are.

Recovering a person for nothing is never as simple as writing a spell and tying a villain.

Xiao Biao sat in the wing, the window was facing the courtyard of the dormitory, from the window, you could see the yard planted with graceful magnolia flowers, the color is light, but it is very attractive.

Yu Wenjing seemed to see Xiao Yang's thoughts, and asked softly, "Are you worried about the Northern Barbarian Forbidden Technique on your body?" ”

"yes." Xiao Biao said: "If I don't control my true qi in time when I am in chaos, I am very likely to lose consciousness, and I don't know what I will do when the time comes." ”

Yu Wenjing sat beside Xiao Biao, gently grabbed her shoulders, and hugged her into his arms: "Don't worry, with me by your side, you will be fine." ”

"I know."

The faint scent of acacia flowers fills the nose and gives people a sense of reassurance......

When Xiao Biao was half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to hear someone say, who inflicted this Northern Barbarian Forbidden Technique...... Who's here?

Xiao Yang's expression was a little dazed, and suddenly, she saw a very familiar purple figure outside the small window, walking flutteringly in the yard.

Xiao Yang was startled, and immediately pushed Yu Wenjing away, staring at the person outside the window.

How did this man in purple appear here?

The man in purple seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, he turned around suddenly, and Xiao Biao saw her strange mask again, which was terrifying.

The head of the masked man tilted slightly, as if smiling at Xiao Biao.

Xiao Biao pulled out his scimitar and said, "Why is it ...... alone this time?"

And isn't this a Sikong Mansion? How did he get in?

The purple-clothed man raised his hands and put on a very stiff and weird posture, and the laughter under the mask continued.

Xiao Biao frowned, and was about to rush out with a scimitar, but the man in purple suddenly provoked, Xiao Biao saw that the man jumped two meters high, jumped directly on the eaves, and fled.

When Xiao Biao chased him out, he couldn't see the back of the purple-clothed man.

"This ...... What is the origin of this man in purple? They all look like ghosts. ”

Yu Wenjing lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "This person has stiff limbs and a strange body, which looks like ...... Fell under the puppet spell of the legendary Loulan. ”

"No, it's definitely not a puppet spell." Xiao Yang said firmly: "People who fall under the puppet spell will not act so pompously and weirdly, and the puppet spell is only effective for the people of Loulan......"

Moreover, the puppet spell is not something that everyone can easily get, it is the curse of the Loulan royal family.

Xiao Biao shook her head, all this was too weird, it seemed to be pushing her towards some abyss......

Yu Wenjing's eyes suddenly focused on a point next to the dormitory, he patted Xiao Biao's shoulder and said, "Ah Biao, look over there." ”

In the corner of the courtyard, a plain skirt peeked out from the side of the flower bed, Xiao Biao took a deep breath and approached little by little with a scimitar......

The scimitar turned over in Xiao Biao's hand, and when the two of them walked to the skirt, they found that the maid who had just swept the floor in the yard was now lying in the flower bed with a painful expression......

Black blood splattered on the magnolia flower next to it.

Her expression was hideous, black blood flowed from her mouth and nose, her eyes were round, and her entire tongue turned black and purple.

The maid's abdomen was shrunk into a ball, and her whole waist seemed to have been roughly pinched into a strip thinner than her thigh, and her whole belly was stench......

Xiao Biao stretched out his hand to cover his nose, looked at the terrifying scene in front of him, frowned and said, "This should be the death caused by the instantaneous explosion of Ugin in his body, and the purple-clothed man just now must be the culprit." ”

Yu Wenjing nodded: "Feed Ugin first, and then use internal strength to urge the rapid poison hair, it's just ...... If all this was done by those people in purple, then ...... What is their purpose......"

"Who knows what these crazy people are trying to do!" Xiao Yang said: "I have also seen the background of those Jianghu people who have been poisoned by Ugin, and they are completely unrelated people, this is ...... It's like ......"

Random, regardless of region or occasion...... Homicide.

"Ah, look over here."

Xiao Yang looked down the place pointed by Yu Wenjing, and saw that next to the corpse, there were four big words written in black blood, "All things return to heaven", and the font was extremely weird and exaggerated, like the cry of an extreme preacher.

"All things...... Return to Heaven ......"

Xiao Biao seemed to remember something, he had seen this line of words, Xiao Biao covered his head.

I've seen it, but when, exactly? Why can't you remember?

Yu Wenjing grabbed Xiao Biao's shoulders and said, "Ah Biao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Yang shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think these words are very familiar, Yu Wenjing, notify Su Yin to come out and collect the body." ”

Yu Wenjing nodded, helped Xiao Biao, and pushed open the door of the dormitory.

Su Yin walked out of the inner room and said, "Miss Qu, why are you here, has something happened?" ”

Xiao Biao looked at Su Yin seriously: "Go out to collect the corpse, and ...... Bring a master of your Sikong family over, and the ...... of the nursing home"

"What...... What the? Su Yin was a little frightened, and hurriedly asked, "That girl is dead, what's the matter?" Did someone stab you? ”

"Yes, besides, I saw the assassin, if I didn't take precautions, he might come again, this time it was a servant girl who died, next time...... Not necessarily. ”

Xiao Biao couldn't forget that weird laughter, like the ecstasy after the completion of the work, and like the sorrow after making a mistake......