Murong Heng turned the porcelain vase in his hand, and then slowly got up.

"That's it for today, I'm going back to the palace."

"Master."

Suzaku called him: "The poison of the dove night, although Xiao Wentian said that there is no antidote, but his subordinates feel that they can't give up hope, as long as it is poison, there must be an antidote, and their subordinates will definitely help you find famous doctors again, and you will definitely be able to find a way to detoxify." ”

"Loneliness is not giving up."

Murong Heng held the porcelain vase, his eyes shone slightly: "Lone is about to go back with the dove night and show it to the best doctor in the world, if Lone has hope, it must be on her." ”

Suzaku was a little puzzled.

"The best doctor in the world?"

"Well, you also know, this person is the lonely princess."

With that, open the door and slowly leave.

Suzaku was left in place, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

When the atmosphere is so solemn, don't forget about dog abuse, right?

*

The next day, Bai Luo got up early in the morning.

To be precise, he didn't sleep all night.

Seeing Shen Zhihe like that during the day, it was too shocking.

Who did it, exactly?

Why?

And when Shen Zhihe heard him mention his life experience, he seemed to be unable to avoid it, which was really abnormal.

What happened to him?

He had the impression that he had always been an orphan, wandering at the foot of the mountain in the Medicine King Valley, until he was six years old, when he was taken back to the valley by Xiao Wentian.

What's the secret?

Xiao Wentian is your enemy.

This sentence came to mind again.

Bai Luo's eyes sank, and then he washed his face with cold water.

The sky was slightly bright, and Bai Luo walked out of the inn and walked quickly towards the place where Shen Zhihe was.

This time, no matter what, he must ask clearly!

Probably because he came too early, when there were few beggars and homeless people on the roadside, and the heavy frost spread on the muddy road, with a chill that penetrated to the bone.

After finding the dilapidated tiled house, Bai Luo saw two little beggars leaning on the door frame, looking inside.

He stood not far away and asked.

"What are you doing here?"

The two little beggars turned around, and their dirty little faces looked very frightened.

"Dead ...... Dead! ”

The two staggered away shouting, "Dead! Someone is dead! ”

Bai Luo was startled, and immediately walked over quickly and walked into the dilapidated tiled house.

Seeing the scene inside, his pupils suddenly constricted.

I saw a rope hanging from the beam in the crumbling tiled house.

And on the rope hanged a man.

It's Shen Zhihe!

"Uncle Shen!"

Bai Luo shouted, stepped forward quickly, cut the rope on the beam with a sword, and put the person down.

As soon as he touched Shen Zhihe's corpse, Bai Luo's movements immediately froze.

The body is already cold, and it seems that it has been some time since he died.

He's late.

Bai Luo's heart sank instantly.

He stabilized his emotions and quickly checked Shen Zhihe's body, he had many wounds on his body, but most of them were skin injuries and bruises, and it seemed that he was often bullied here.

And the fingers of his right hand were all dripping with blood, as if they were new wounds, and some did not understand how they were broken.

Upon examination, it was found that there were no other fatal injuries, only a strangulation mark on the neck that could have caused death, and there were no signs of a fight in the house.

It should be suicide.

Bai Luo twisted his eyebrows, his mood extremely complicated.

This clue of Shen Zhihe......

Broken.

What secrets is Shen Zhihe hiding......

He didn't look like a human or a ghost and didn't seek death, and when he asked about his life experience yesterday, Shen Zhihe ended his life.

Bai Luo couldn't figure it out.

He was holding Shen Zhihe and was just about to put his body down, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His chest was bulging, as if he was hiding something.

Bai Luo reached out and took it out, and found that it was a worn-out mass of paper.

He was stunned, subconsciously took out the paper and opened it.

It was densely covered with bloodstains.

It's blood.

Bai Luo was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood why the fingers of Shen Zhihe's right hand were bloody.

It was with blood that he wrote this suicide note.

Bai Luo's heart was beating suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.

He took a deep breath, his eyes twining, and glanced at the contents of the bloody letter.

As soon as he looked at the first few lines, his pupils suddenly shook, shaking huge ripples.

[Bai Luo, I have been living in the world, just to wait for this day, waiting to tell you the truth, and then apologize for my sins with death......]

Bai Luo pursed his thin lips, tried his best to suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and continued to read.

Outside, the sky is getting brighter, and the sun is beginning to warm up in winter.

Daylight shone through the tattered windows, casting a golden glow.

Bai Luo was in the morning sun, but he didn't feel the warmth at all.

A utter cold rose from his bones, freezing all his limbs and bones.

He gritted his teeth, feeling the smell of blood, before he gradually recovered from the cold numbness.

In just a short letter of blood, he read it for a full hour.

After a long time, Bai Luo crumpled the bloodstained paper in his hand and held it in his palm.

He propped up the ground with his sword, slowly stood up, and glanced at Shen Zhihe beside him.

There were originally some sad eyes, but now there is only a deep cold chill.

There was a flame in the house that was about to burn out, which should have been used by Shen Zhihe to keep warm.

Bai Luo kicked the hay on the side to the flames.

Soon, the fire was raging.

Subsequently, it gets bigger and bigger.

When it was already out of control, he reached out and threw the blood book in his hand into the fire, and finally glanced at Shen Zhihe on the ground.

"Goodbye, Uncle Shen."

……

Xiao Yunxi sat alone on the stone steps next to the inn and waited for a long time before Bai Luo came back.

She immediately jumped to her feet with joy.

"Senior brother, are you finally back?"

"Why did you sneak away, early in the morning, where did you go?"

"I heard that there are many Fengyue places under the mountain, you won't go to the kiln behind my back, right?"

Bai Luo stopped and glanced at her.

Xiao Yunxi stood in place, thinking that he was going to fight with her again like before.

However, Bai Luo only looked at her deeply, and then turned around and walked into the inn.

Xiao Yunxi stood in place, stunned for a moment.

Bai Luo's eyes just now......

Very unfamiliar.

It's also a little cold.

Xiao Yunxi stood in place and shuddered.

What kind of wind does my brother smoke?

Have you started to take the iceberg beauty route?

Before she could think clearly, Bai Luo had already come down from upstairs, threw the money to the shopkeeper, and stepped out of the door of the inn with his baggage.

Xiao Yunxi followed.

"Senior brother, where are you going?"

"Back to the Valley of the Medicine King."

"Huh? Don't you want to ask the bad old man for Ziyang Dan? ”

Xiao Yunxi blinked, and then said, "Okay, Zhao Tianxing doesn't want to give it anyway, we don't need to beg him again, let's go back together." ”

As she spoke, she grinned and pulled out a bag of things from her baggage.

It's hot and fragrant.

It's a chicken called a flower chicken.

She brought it to Bai Luo like a treasure.

"The shopkeeper said that this flower chicken is the best taste on the whole street, I went to buy it early in the morning, senior brother, I want to taste it with you."

As he spoke, Xiao Yunxi smiled and put the flower chicken in front of him.

Smelling the aroma that penetrated into his nose, Bai Luo suddenly felt an indescribable nausea.

With a wave of his hand, he swept away the chicken in her hand.

"You know how to eat all day long, you're annoying!"

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