Murong Xi jumped down from the carriage, pulled out the bone flute from the corpse's mouth, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the bone flute, put it away again, and gasped slightly.

He glanced at the dead coachman, returned to the carriage, and lifted the curtain.

Xiao Bai was already inside with his mouth wide open in fright, looking frightened and unable to move.

It's clear that I'm a ghost, but I'm scared like this when I see a real ghost.

Tong Yao looked disgusted: "Xiaobai, can you have a little talent?!" ”

Xiaobai was very aggrieved, this master, she was scared, she didn't know how to comfort herself......

Murong Xi lifted the curtain of the car with one hand and stretched out to Tong Yao with the other: "Pull me, avoid those liquids, come out." ”

"I'm going to pull it too." Xiaobai trembled and stretched out his paws.

The two of them glanced at him......

In the end, Murong Xi pulled Tong Yao, and Tong Yao pulled Xiaobai and jumped out of the carriage.

"What's wrong with the coachman?" Tong Yao asked as she looked at the dead coachman.

But this glance surprised her.

Because the coachman also raised his head slightly, and his blood-red eyes were unusually protruding, looking straight at her.

The coachman, who was supposed to die, staggered to his feet, his eyes straight, his face pale, and his eyes and jaw bleeding.

Murong Xi looked at the coachman from afar, his expression was indifferent and indifferent.

He knew that in the land of Bashu, there was an extremely poisonous and evil poison, even if the person who took the poison was cut off and his heart stopped, his body still moved, waiting for the orders of the poisoner.

And where is this poisoned person now?

He took out the bone flute again without moving, and at the same time, reaching for the placket with his left hand, he took out a small bottle.

He sprinkled the powder from the vial on the bone flute, blocking Tong Yao in front of him.

The coachman looked at Murong Xi vacantly, blurted out a low snort, and swayed towards Murong Xi.

Murong Xi's face changed slightly, his right hand clenched the bone flute, and he swept towards the coachman at great speed.

Although the driver was still physically able to move, his hands and feet were already completely weak.

Murong Xi rushed straight up and inserted the bone flute into his heart, moving sharply without any hesitation.

The powder quickly eroded through the flesh of the coachman's flesh, making a "clang" sound.

The coachman lowered his head numbly, his voice was a little muffled, the murderous aura in his eyes slowly cooled, and soon he fell down again.

Murong Xi held the bone flute, didn't move for a long time, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the medicine bottle.

The vial, silently sliding into the wound on the coachman's chest.

Tong Yao slowly walked to Murong Xi's side: "He...... Dead? ”

"Dead." Murong Xi sighed, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Tong Yao patted the back of his hand: "This time, you won't wake up again, right?" ”

Murong Xi shook his head: "This time, I won't wake up again!" ”

He took the square towel handed over by Tong Yao, wiped off the remaining blood on the bone flute, and put it away again.

The two of them were speechless for a long time, silently looking at the chauffeur who died with wide eyes.

This coachman, about thirty years old, although he didn't speak along the way, he was a loyal and honest man after all, but he didn't expect to end up in such a tragic end, and he would die without a whole body.

At that moment, a strange light streaked across the sky.

The sky seemed to be overcast all at once, and dark clouds suddenly rose, and in an instant a light rain began to fall.

Murong Xi and Tong Yao raised their heads in unison, looking at the sudden light rain.