Slowly ran away for a distance and turned around, seeing that there was no Mo Yuheng chasing behind him, he stopped, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped into someone head-on.

The visitor was flustered and seemed to be in a hurry, looking behind him as he ran, as if something was chasing him behind him.

Slowly being knocked and staggering back a few steps before he braked suddenly, the man glanced up at slowly, and hurriedly lowered his head and left.

"Alas······" Slowly stretched out his life, and before he could say the word sorry, the person had already slipped away.

"What a strange person." Slowly muttered to himself, watching the man drown in the crowd.

However, there was a strange fragrance on his body, and he slowly shook his hand disdainfully.

Really, how can a big man make himself so fragrant.

"Ahh

Slowly, something must have happened, thinking of this possibility, he slowly pulled out his legs and ran.

In front of the lotus pond not far away, two fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls fell to the ground in horror, their faces were pale, and they were all dressed extraordinarily, they should be a pair of masters and servants of the official family.

"What's wrong?" Slowly ran over and tried to help the person up, but the person got up and fell down, looking like he was scared and his legs were weak.

"Dead, dead." The maid was so frightened that she couldn't say anything, and her master pointed to the lotus pond behind her with trembling hands.

Dead person?

Slowly turned around and looked in the opposite direction of the girl's finger.

I saw a woman floating in the lotus pond that was not deep or shallow, dressed in a pink shirt, and her long green silk was floating on the surface of the water, face down, and she couldn't see her face.

The originally clear water was stained red with blood, slowly spreading around.

Slowly staring at the woman in the lotus pond, judging from the blood-stained nonsense, this should have been killed just now, and I don't know if I haven't been saved yet.

"Crown Princess, what happened to the Crown Princess?" The exclamation here attracted people to come over, and seeing his own crown princess lying on the edge of the lotus pond, Shisu instantly forgot this inappropriate title.

When she met an assassin on the day of the Lantern Festival, she was still deeply imprinted in Zisu's mind, and when she heard the scream, she subconsciously thought it was an assassin.

When I saw that it was slowly safe and sound, the heart that could be hung finally fell.

There sat a pair of master and servant on the ground, crying loudly.

It's good not to be an assassin.

Slowly turned around and looked at Mo Yuheng who rushed over, his face was very bad, and he pointed to the lotus pond and said to Mu Ying: "Quick, pull it up and see if there is any salvation." ”

How so?

Who is so bold as to dare to kill people next to the Buddha and don't want to die?

Everyone looked down, and the bloody scene frightened many timid people, and they all shouted to get away.

Shiso was also pale and stood stiffly in place.

The blood water in the lotus pond is getting wider and wider, like a blooming blood lotus, with the coldness of the region.

Mu Ying didn't care too much at the moment, he flew directly over the stone fence, grabbed the woman's shirt in the pool with one hand, pulled it out, put it flat on the ground, and reached out to probe her neck.

"How?" Is there any salvation?

Mu Yingchao shook his head slowly, he was hopeless, he lost too much blood.

Slowly walked over and stopped beside the woman, the ground was wet with water, and a piece of land was drawn, and there was a feeling of painting the ground as a prison.

The injured neck was still bleeding out, but it seemed that the blood in his body had almost flowed out, and it was no longer as raging as it was in the pool.

The presiding abbot, who rushed to hear the news, saw the corpse on the ground, closed his eyes and recited a deep sentence of Amitabha.

"Go, notify the people of Shuntianfu to come." Mo Yuheng's gaze stopped at Slowly, and explained to Mu Ying.

There was a murder in this Ningguo Temple, and it was still in front of his eyes, so he had to give an explanation for this matter.

"Wait." Slowly stopped Mu Ying, who was about to leave, although the body was soaked in water, but slowly could still smell the faint aroma.

It's not as rich as it used to smell, but it's a smell.

"Hold the entrance of the mountain and find a man about twenty years old, wearing a white-washed green shirt, with a ...... size" slowly glanced at Mo Yuheng, and continued: "It's similar to His Highness, the most important thing is that he has a very strong fragrance on his body. ”

"Presumably now that he is fleeing down the mountain, he must be very panicked, and it is easy to be sure."

"Do you know who the killer is?" Mo Yuheng looked at the slow in surprise.

Why can she provide so much evidence.

"I just accidentally bumped into it." looked at Mo Yuheng slowly.

She hadn't seen the man kill with her own eyes, but she was very familiar with the smell of his body, and it was unreasonable for a big man to be so fragrant.

What's more, the man was not a rich man at all, and he couldn't afford to use this kind of precious incense.

She smelled the same smell on the woman's corpse, presumably from the woman's body.

She felt strange at the time, and before she could apologize, the man fled in a hurry, it turned out that he had killed someone!

No wonder, if you don't escape, you still wait for others to be arrested and taken to prison?

It's useless to run away.

"So how are you, aren't you hurt?" Hearing this, Mo Yuheng grabbed Slowly's shoulders with both hands, glared at Slowly, his tone was dark and hoarse, with a trace of nervousness that he didn't even notice.

"It's useless." Slowly shrugged her shoulders and opened her hand, motioning to Mo Yuheng to look, if she was injured, would she still be standing here?

Mo Yuheng saw that she was slowly saying something that had nothing to do with her in such a brisk tone, Mo Yuheng glared at her fiercely, wouldn't she have a good word?

For example: I don't, don't worry.

Slowly pushed Mo Yuheng's hands away, squatted next to the corpse and looked at the hideous and terrifying neck, and said, "It's not a knife wound, it's really ruthless!" ”

The wound was not a knife wound, but rather a blunt instrument, which was unsuccessful once, and then cut several times, so the wound was many and messy, and even showed a state of valgus.

"Hmph, you know." Mo Yuheng glanced at the wound of the corpse, said noncommittally, and said angrily.

"Of course, I'm an expert at it now." Slowly stood up and clapped his hands, this sentence meant something.

She hadn't eaten pork, so hadn't she seen a pig run?

What's more, she is also a person who often deals with swords, not to mention her personal experience.

It's okay to be wounded by a knife, at least die a happy death, and you don't have to suffer so many crimes.

Thinking of the wound on his neck that cut him again and again, he slowly felt a tingling of his scalp and hair standing up all over his body.

It's so cruel.

Slowly got up and walked back to the pair of master and servant, and said, "Are you better?" No, it's not good for your body to be cold on the ground. ”

Mo Yuheng frowned unhappily, why does this woman have so many things, what does it matter to her other people.

He was so worried here that he didn't see her care.