Slapped his hand on the middle-aged man's Tianling Gai, and the expression of fear froze on his face. Dugu Zhishui learned some information related to the Mu family from the middle-aged man's mouth, although it did not involve the core, but it was precious to him at present. Looking at the three corpses on the ground, he suddenly had a headache, and the follow-up treatment was also a big trouble. Dugu Zhishui already knew that it was Mu Linwei who sent someone to kill him, except for Han Zhaohui's family, the previous owners all died in the hands of Mu Linwei, so Dugu Zhishui was not too worried about the Mu family's revenge later. As long as it is not targeted by the top management of the Mu family, then the risk is controllable.

From the first time the Mu family's descendants came, Dugu Zhishui had already been prepared for some skirmishes with the Mu family, so what happened today was also expected by him. He had already guessed that the deaths of the next few masters of this house had nothing to do with the high-level of the Mu family, after all, it was the top family in Great Xia, so he would not be so careful, and although Han Zhaohui's matter was finally over, the Yuwen clan was the most powerful family in the Great Xia Dynasty, and it was impossible for His Majesty the Emperor not to know the inside story of this matter, and he did not have a seizure because the matter had already happened, and he did not want to tear his face with the Mu family. If the Mu family is aggressive, and is really arrogant to the point of killing one by one, isn't that tantamount to slapping His Majesty the Emperor in the face.

Dugu Zhishui dragged the three corpses out of the hall and asked Gu Boqing to bring the dry firewood and weeds he had collected earlier. In the scorching light of the fire, the four corpses slowly melted and finally turned to ashes. Taking a breath of the scorching smell in the air, Dugu Zhishui slammed his palm forward, and a strong wind suddenly blew away the smell in the air, and even the burning embers on the ground were blown into one place, piled up into a small pile.

"What should I do next?" Gu Boqing asked after putting down the little fox in his arms.

"Only one person knows that these people are here, but I guess even if these people can't go back, he won't dare to spread the news of their disappearance. ”

"Why? Aren't they sent by the Mu family?"

Dugu Zhishui sneered, "To be exact, it was sent by a certain son-in-law of the Mu family who wanted to show himself." The loss of two martial artists at once is not a trivial matter. ”

"So it's not the Mu family who wants to deal with us at all?" Gu Boqing said in surprise.

"Almost. Dugu Zhishui nodded, and suddenly smiled easily: "Oh, there will be no need to hide so much in the future, we can live in openly." ”

......

It was nearly noon, in a magnificent manor in the northern city, a young man in brocade clothes stood on the garden path, he was of medium stature, his face was thin but his facial features were ordinary, his face was as gloomy as water, and he was looking at a group of ants with a blank face. The ants were carrying a green worm, many times their size, to be carried back to the nest from the leaves.

His eyes gradually drifted, and some past events came to mind. Many years ago, he returned from a trip outside the city, and happened to meet a young girl when he passed through Xicheng. The girl was dressed in a simple white dress, and her temperament was extremely elegant and ethereal, and she looked so different among a group of civilians on the street who had been devastated by life. So, he, who has always regarded those civilians in Xicheng as bedbugs, wanted to accept that girl as a personal maid for the first time, and even thought that if she served well in the future, he could consider accepting her as a concubine when he and the crown were treated. So, he stopped the girl directly in front of her and said to her: "You don't belong here, come with me, be my personal maid, as long as you behave well, your wealth and glory are indispensable, and you don't have to huddle with these bedbugs anymore." ”

The girl was stopped by someone, originally a little scared, but when she heard him say this, she immediately stared at him with the eyes of a caring fool, and said, "You...... Do you need to take a look at Lang Zhong?"

The expression on his face froze, and he couldn't react for a while, and the civilians he had seen since he was a child were eager to squeeze their heads into their house as servants, why didn't this girl react? He immediately thought that he hadn't identified himself yet, so he asked again, "Do you know who I am?"

The girl shook her head, but she didn't seem to be interested in who he was, she frowned at the beautiful two-leaf thin eyebrows, and said, "I still have to go home, and my father and mother will be worried when I go back late, goodbye." With that, she turned and walked away, ignoring him in a gorgeous dress.

It was the first time he had been rejected, and he was annoyed, but he felt something fresh. He later sent someone to find the girl and tried to forcibly take her captive, but it was not an easy task, and he was unable to find her at that time, because he had very few family resources to mobilize at that time.

When they met again, it was already two years later, on Guangyuan Street, the girl was followed by a young man in coarse cloth clothes, and the two were talking and laughing about the shop, and they seemed to get along very well. Although a long time has passed, he is still angry when he sees this scene. He sent his men over, trying to forcibly take the girl away, and by the way, he wanted to teach the coarse-clothed boy a lesson. However, unlike the cowering of two years ago, the girl had no fear, and the people he sent were all knocked down by her in the blink of an eye. He was immediately exposed to her, and she slowly walked up to him and stared at him indifferently. He burst into action and wanted to strike first, but his nose and face were swollen from being beaten by her. When she left, she didn't forget to leave a sentence of "Second Ancestor".

In this way, the possessiveness of the girl in his heart was aroused even more, and he often fantasized about possessing her and ravaging her madly. Soon after, he found her house, and only then did he learn that the boy in the coarse cloth was the lowly of their family's life, which made him even more mad. He sent men to beat the boy while no one was around, and then the boy died. He felt so much pleasure that he couldn't help but imagine her grief and indignation.

......

In a quiet atmosphere, hurried footsteps sounded, and the young man withdrew his gaze from the ants that had fallen from the leaves, looked at the visitor and asked, "Is Wu Jun back?"

The person who came was a short-haired middle-aged man in a blue uniform, he bowed slightly, clasped his hands into fists and replied: "Young Master Hui, Wu Jun hasn't come back since he left yesterday." ”

The young man's heart suddenly sank, his face became even more ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "If he comes back, tell me immediately!"

"Yes, young master!"

"Also, I didn't look for you today. The young man stared indifferently at the guard in front of him.

Hearing this, the guard's whole body suddenly tightened, and he replied in a resolute tone: "I haven't met the young master today!"

......

A middle-aged man in a loose gray robe sat behind a table on the left side of the case, holding a copy of "Imperial Criminal Law" in his hand, and on the table was an open record book, which recorded in detail the conversations of everyone in the hall when the case was solved. The middle-aged man had a thin face, two mustaches at the corners of his mouth, and his hair was meticulously combed, curled into a bun at the back of his head. At this time, he put down the book in his hand, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. With a smile on his lips, he looked relaxed and happy.

"Lao Zhao, what happened to me, I was full of spring breeze all day long, and I said it so that my brothers would also be stained. A servant standing not far away suddenly said.

"That's right, the big guys are all their own people, and you can't leave a few brothers behind if there are good things. The rest of the officials chimed in.

"It's not a big deal, but I've recently met a nobleman. Lao Zhao put down the tea bowl and said with a light smile.

"Noble?" The official was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the first seat, and saw that it was empty, so he immediately lowered his voice and said, "Are you going to be promoted?"

"It's too early to tell. Lao Zhao smiled and waved his hand.

"Can you tell me who it is?"

"Don't say it, don't say it. Lao Zhao shook his head.

Seeing that the official was a little disappointed, Lao Zhao added: "It is a figure from the top family in the imperial ranks, rest assured, if I am developed in the future, I will not forget my brothers." ”

Several officials praised Lao Zhao for his righteousness.

In the evening, Lao Zhao tidied up the tabletop, and then walked out of the Anping Mansion. Along the way, his mind was full of thoughts, thinking about what he should do to please the nobleman. Unconsciously, he returned to Tsing Yi Lane, Lao Zhao looked at the dark Han house in front of the gate, and sneered in his heart, "I actually thought of climbing over the wall every day without going to the main gate, if it wasn't for someone who happened to see you once at night, I would really be on the road." He had also heard a little about the tragedy that had happened in the Han house, although he felt a little chill in his back when he first heard it, but he didn't care about the fate of the current owner of the Han house.

He stood in front of his house for a while, thinking about whether to buy the Han Mansion and give it to the nobleman, such a murderous mansion was not worth a lot of money anyway, but in the end he shook his head and rejected the idea. He returned to his house, greeted his wife, and then went into the study. He sat down behind his desk, and was about to plan for his future promotion, when he suddenly noticed a piece of paper pressed under the inkstone. He took it away and saw that it was written in a twisted pattern, "I know you."

Lao Zhao suddenly felt a chill down his spine......

On the morning of the second day, Lao Zhao, who had been tossing and turning all night, was tired of dressing and washing, he had no appetite at the dinner table, and his wife saw that he was abnormal, and asked a few words with concern, but he did not explain, and went out listlessly without breakfast, and met two young people at the door, one of whom had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and then passed by him.

Lao Zhao's body suddenly stiffened.

......

Gu Boqing still lives a life of two points and one line, going back and forth between the Han Mansion and the Drunken Dream Pavilion every day, he keeps painting various portraits for Hanxiang, daytime, night, in the study, in the flowers...... "just on the bed", Dugu Zhishui mocked. Gu Boqing naturally glared angrily, but he couldn't beat him, so he had to forcibly treat him as air.

Dugu Zhishui finally finished reading the pile of books given by the shopkeeper, Mr. Feng rarely opened his eyes, sat up and pointed to the back basket in the corner and said to him: "Go to the mountains tomorrow and find all the spiritual herbs and elixirs in the "Hundred Herbs". ”

"What?" Dugu Zhishui couldn't believe his ears, "All of them?"

"Hmm. Mr. Wind lay down again.