bluestone dwelling brocade box,

The snow broke off even the sky.

Wang Xu took out a piece of cotton cloth embroidered with landscape ink paintings from his chest, carefully wrapped the small sandalwood box, and then put it back on his chest.

He put the bluestone bricks on the ground back in place, erased the original footprints and the bluelime on the ground, and then walked a few steps at random, turned around and walked out.

Outside the door, four subordinates stood on both sides, all dyed snow-white, spitting hot, and the black-haired horses beside the carriage shook their bodies and fell snow.

"Originally, it was like a friend at first sight, but unfortunately the old man has gone, hey!"

Wang Xu sighed lightly, stepped into the carriage, and hid in the warm carriage, "Let's go, go home." ”

When the four strong men heard this, they quickly rubbed their cold hands, quickly stepped into the carriage, and drove the black-haired horse back to Yingchun Street.

In the carriage, Wang Xu opened a small crack in the window, and suddenly the wind and snow blew in, and he squinted his eyes and looked out of the window.

Outside the carriage, unlike in the past, the voices of people were boiling, and in a trance, he remembered that the Spring Festival in the north was coming.

In the past few decades, as long as it is winter, there will be continuous heavy snowfall, resulting in no harvest, and ordinary people will not be able to sustain if they only rely on the grain stored in previous years.

Therefore, once the winter comes, a few adult men from poor families will take the initiative to leave their hometowns to beg for a living, and then return to their hometowns during the Spring Festival.

As the days go by, even businessmen who are doing business outside the home choose this time to come back and reunite with their families.

If you talk about liveliness, this time is the busiest time of the year, and of course, it is also the time when there are the most people.

Wang Xu sniffed his nose, and smelled the aroma of wine in the Spring Warm Garden, he couldn't help but smile dumbly, only the eighth day he came here, he seemed to be used to the life of a rich child.

"Clothes come to stretch out your hands, food comes to open your mouth, get up in the morning, go out to drink, come back in the evening, and the beautiful women serve."

When Wang Xu first came, he was also thinking that it was better to live this life after enjoying it like this.

However, if he really let him make a choice, how could he give up the power in his hands, and the life I have in the world.

After all, only by living long can you enjoy more, and only with a long knife in your hand can you live a comfortable life.

Besides, even if he really wants to be a rice worm, it doesn't seem to be so easy to live this life, maybe, one day it will be his turn to lie in Yizhuang and be watched by others.

"Yuan Ling, the power of existence."

This is the foundation of his current life, and it is also his confidence to face the chaotic times of demons.

It's a pity that when he first came, due to the depletion of energy, the Yuan Spirit had fallen into a dormant.

Sigh!

The carriage shook, and the carriage came to a halt.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Xu opened the curtain and asked with a frown.

"Young master, something happened ahead." The strong man driving the car tightened his horse rope and was shocked, "There is a group of officers and soldiers running out of the city at the corner of the street. ”

Wang Xu leaned out and tightened his collar with his hand.

I saw a group of officers and soldiers of the city fully armed, riding horses and sweeping by, rolling up a gust of wind and snow.

"Don't worry about it, go home first."

He ordered faintly and sat back in the carriage.

The carriage shook, and the carriage drove back to the palace on Yingchun Street.

Nothing else along the way.

After Wang Xu returned to the palace, he didn't go to see anyone, and went straight back to his bedroom, locked the door, and calmed down.

He placed the sandalwood box on the table, his eyes fiery.

"It's really a mountain and a river, and the willows and flowers are bright!"

Wang Xu sighed in his heart, reached out and slowly opened the box.

As soon as the box was opened, a fishy smell came to my nose.

Wang Xu frowned and continued to open the box.

A ball the size of a grape lies silently in it, and beneath it is a booklet wrapped in brocade cloth.

And the power of existence that he dreamed of was coming from the orb.

Wang Xu carefully put the cotton cloth on his hand and gently took the ball out of the box.

The ball is purple as a whole, and the surface is covered with red lines, making it very hard to the touch.

But when I hold it in my hand, it feels like it's beating.

"Beating? Alive?! ”

Wang Xu was shocked, and quickly calmed down, and carefully observed, if the red lines were blood vessels, wouldn't this be a small purple heart!

"Could it be the heart of a snow ghost?!"

He looked at the ironclad evidence in his hand with a gloomy face, if it was all hearsay before, then now there is no doubt that there are obviously demons in this world, and there are quite a few of them!

"However, there is indeed a lot of existential power in it."

Wang Xu was a little distressed for a while, and he didn't know where to start.

Yesterday he just touched the bloodstains, and naturally absorbed the power of existence in it, but now he can see it but can't eat it.

Outside the window, everything was silent.

Wang Xu picked up the knife to cut the fruit on the side, and slightly scraped the surface of the ball, and the purple-red scraps fell off from it and fell into the box.

"The volatility has weakened."

His complexion deepened, the purple-red shards that had been scraped off had completely lost the fluctuations of the power of existence, and the fluctuations of the orb had also weakened slightly.

But he didn't feel the power of existence escaping at all.

Wang Xu sighed, carefully put down the ball, took the booklet in the box in his hand, and slowly opened it, seeing that it was a quaint thread-bound book.

There are a few big words written on the book.

'Mo Family Knife Trick'.

Knock knock knock!!

There was a sharp knock on the door.

Wang Xu took a deep breath, quickly put the ball and books back into the box, and put away the knife on the side.

"Who?"

"Young master, young master! Something big is going on in the family! ”

Wang Xu was shocked, it was Xiuxiu.

He hurriedly rewrapped the box and put it back in his arms, and quickly stepped forward to open the door.

"Young master, young master, Yuyu, Yuyu, they are all dead." Xiuxiu said with a crying voice.

Wang Xu's heart sank, Yuyu knew that she was the maid of his distant cousin, and she had a very good relationship with Xiuxiu.

"What's going on?!"

Xiuxiu relieved her breath at this time, with tears and a trilling voice, "This morning, Master Anping, Master Anping's family all died outside the city gate!" ”

"This morning, outside the city gates, all died."

Wang Xu stood still, and immediately thought of the officers and soldiers he saw when he came back this morning.

"Get dressed and go!"

Wang Xu immediately put a thick cotton coat on Xiuxiu, and the two quickly ran outside the house.

Four large black carriages were parked outside the house.

Wang Shidao stood beside the carriage, his face was gloomy and dripping with water, and he didn't say a word.

Wang Rubin also whispered something on the side, looking sad.

The rest of the Wang family also stood aside, silent.

Heavy clouds floated in the sky, hanging over the entire Wang family.