Having eaten my fill, I rejected the idea of taking me to another room.

I don't dare to trust the Luo family, and the words of the eldest young master are still in my ears, so I dare not disobey them.

It was late at night, and I lay on dry straw, thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow.

There was a sudden noise outside the door, and the banquet of Xu Shiluo's family finally dispersed.

Odd and bits of footsteps kept ringing in front of my door, and I don't know who was walking back and forth.

"Bang!" There was a sudden knock on the door from the outside, and I sat up.

"Who's out there?"

It was not by chance that as soon as my voice fell, the door was continuously slammed, and listening to the sound, it seemed that the outsider was about to break in.

I nervously held my breath and touched a stick from the side to defend myself.

The fragile door was eventually broken, and a man with a foul body broke in.

In the dim candlelight, I could see the person clearly and clenched the stick in my hand.

"Young Master." I shouted, not knowing why he came.

He was cold, carrying a round thing wrapped in cloth in his hand, and a faint smell of blood filled the room.

I thought the noise before was the sound of people leaving the banquet, but it was quiet outside, and the banquet had already dispersed.

So, it's the eldest young master who has been walking around in front of my door?

I was confused, but I didn't dare to ask, and besides, the things that the eldest young master was holding in his hands didn't seem to be a good thing.

I lowered my head and didn't dare to look more, but I could see what was leaking through the cracks in the cloth, and it was a human head.

The eldest young master looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"Young Master, what are you looking for?" I want to help him find something quickly and get him out of quickly.

As soon as the words fell, the eldest young master's eyes fell on me, and his eyes made me shudder.

He stepped forward suddenly, and the smell of blood grew more pungent as he approached.

I couldn't help but step back, ready for my might.

When I had no way to retreat, the eldest young master stopped.

His eyes were cold, he didn't see any panic, and he didn't care at all about being seen by me.

In a panic, I accidentally caught a glimpse of something, and an idea popped up in my heart, and I said cautiously: "The eldest young master is going to bury the dirty things on his hands?" If so, you don't have to do such rough work, just leave it to Jin Lan. ”

Don't tell me to guess the mind of the eldest young master again! I prayed in my heart.

For a long time, when I thought I had guessed wrong and was about to die in Huangquan, the eldest young master spoke, "You're not afraid? ”

"I ......" Seeing some life and vitality, I wanted to show my loyalty, but in the indifferent eyes of the eldest young master, I flinched and chose to tell the truth, "I'm afraid, but I want to live." ”

From the moment I entered the Luo family, I had only one purpose, and that was to live. Maybe I have to do a lot of things that violate my conscience in this process, but I believe that the Buddha will forgive me if I don't kill heaven and earth for my own sake.

I don't remember how the eldest young master reacted at that time, but I remember that at the end, I numbly waved the hoe I found from the firewood room to bury the dismembered corpse, and vaguely guessed from the broken clothes that it was the Fu Yin of Nanjiang City who died.

I can guess some of the reasons why the eldest young master wants to kill Fu Yin, after all, some time ago, Fu Yin sued the emperor that the prince embezzled disaster relief money.

Although it was later found out that someone had planted the blame, it was a fact that Fu Yin offended the prince.

And Nanjiang City has always been rumored that Young Master Luo has something to do with the current prince, and secretly used his ingenuity to do a lot of things for the prince, but he didn't expect to kill people himself.

And it was the honest and honest Fu Yin who was killed, and the eldest young master may be the traitor villain who should put the oil pot in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller.

But I became his helper, and he would pick me up when he wanted to get out of the pan. I don't regret it now, but I don't know if I will regret it in the future.