Wu Ya didn't know how long she had been at home alone, and when she finally got up to do things, she accidentally turned to the white clothes he had put on her at the stone archway at the intersection of the town last time.

She thought about it and decided to bring it to Aunt Ji and ask her to help return it to him.

How long has this been?

Has he forgotten about her?

Is he okay?

I rushed to the town in a mess, but fortunately, Aunt Ji's stall was confiscated.

"Aunt Ji. ”

"Wuya, when did you come back? Didn't you say that it was going to be the end of the year......" Aunt Ji was wiping the table with a rag, when she heard her voice, she turned around, and when she turned around with a smile, she turned into surprise, "Xiao Wuya, what's wrong with you, your face is too ugly, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he wiped his hands on his apron and was about to reach out and touch it to see if her forehead was hot.

She hurriedly waved her hand and cheered up, "Aunt Ji, I'm fine, it's just ...... I'm just a little tired from rushing back. ”

Aunt Ji withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "That's it, then you have to rest well, why did you come here with me?"

She took out the dress from her arms, touched it carefully, and handed it to Aunt Ji.

"Aunt Ji, can you do me a favor and return this dress to ...... Zixin Gongzi ......"

Aunt Ji took the clothes and looked at them in her hand, "Zixin?"

She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before she said sullenly, "It's the son who often waits after the puppet show is over." ”

"Oh, you said he......" Aunt Ji stuffed the clothes back into her hand again, and said with some embarrassment, "I may not be able to help with this......"

She hurriedly stepped forward, holding the washed clothes in her arms, "For...... Why don't you send it to his house, just put it here and give it to him when you meet it!"

"Wuya, it's not that I won't help you, it's just ...... It's just that the boy died the day before yesterday...... I heard that he fell to his death, or fell to his death in the backyard of Anzaifu...... Hey, where are you going?"

She glared, grabbed the garment and turned to run, the only thing left in her mind......

That boy died the day before yesterday......

The boy is dead......

He's dead......

She had only been gone for more than a month, why did she die suddenly?

She doesn't believe it! She doesn't believe it!

She's going to find him!

How could he die so suddenly?

Zixin had mentioned her home address to her, and she kept running, and when she stood on that magnificent long street, she saw the big mansion with the Zifu plaque hanging at a glance...... There is white inside and out, and you don't need to get close, you can hear the faint mourning.

What is written on the conjuring banner hanging on the door?

Therefore, the soul of his son Xin returned to the nine heavens.

She took two steps back with wide eyes, and all the strength in her body was withdrawn in an instant, and she almost couldn't stand steadily, and fell directly to the ground.

He really ...... He's dead?

How can it be?

She got up from the ground, like crazy, and kept running around the town, and when she met people, she grabbed them and asked, "Do you know Zixin?"

She spent a day asking about the news circulating in the town, and someone told her that Zi Xin, the only son of the Zi family, got drunk in the middle of the night and climbed over the back wall of An Zai's mansion, and then fell to his death! Some people said that Zi Xin was trying to help her beloved woman get a golden silk dress, and after being discovered, she committed suicide and jumped to her death.

The answers to the questions varied, even with a lot of malicious speculation.

Her nails almost sank into the flesh of her palms, is Zixin that kind of person?

She didn't believe it!

Zixin never gets drunk, so how can he get drunk?

How could Zixin go to the back wall of someone in the middle of the night!

It's impossible, there must be some reason!

She had to find out.

How could these people say that about him!

Taking advantage of the night, she rushed to An Zaifu, which was repeated in the answer she heard today, and as soon as she flicked her wrist, her fingertips showed a few more long threads as thin as hair, flashing with a sharp cold light, and her hair was broken.

She threw the long line against the wall and silently nailed it into the bricks, and as soon as she closed it, her body was carried into the courtyard, like a lifeless puppet, and she landed steadily without making a sound.

The house was quiet, and only a few paper lanterns hung under the corridor in the backyard, like a woman's resentful and sighing gaze.

She searched repeatedly on the ground in the backyard and among the bricks on the wall, and if she fell here, she would definitely leave some marks!

Why nothing!

The soil in this backyard has been completely renovated, and nothing has been left. The bricks of the fence had a new color, like a new tile that had only recently been replaced, but there was no trace of it.

But with such a lot of effort, something must have happened.

She stood up and leaned quietly against the fence while she grabbed someone from Anzaifu and asked.

After a while, a night watchman came over, who seemed to be a little afraid of this backyard, and reluctantly leaned over here.

As soon as he approached, the puppet threads on her fingertips silently wrapped around the man's neck like ghostly long hair.

The sudden coldness on the neck only made people's scalps suddenly explode, and they wanted to shout out their souls.

Just before he could scream, she said coldly, "Shut up, or I'll slit your throat." ”

The man trembled and almost knelt down, "I don't scream! Don't kill me, don't kill me, I will never scream! Please don't kill me!"

She didn't speak with a cold face, and her whole body sank into the shadows of the backyard, and even her face was a little blurred.

The man was scared half to death, and before she could ask, he was already trembling and crying, "I'm just a slave, I don't want to die yet, don't kill me......"

"You don't want to die, it's okay, you'd better answer the question I ask honestly, if there is a word false, I will cut off a piece of your flesh and bleed to death, you have to think clearly

Finish. ”

The man's body shook violently, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, "You ask me to say that I don't dare to have half a lie!"

"Why do you have to renovate the dirt in your backyard?"

"This ghost ......" was entangled and didn't know what to call it, so he had to get to the point, "I don't dare to deceive you, a son fell and died in this backyard a few days ago." ”

She gasped for no reason, her voice trembling, "Who died?"

The servant knelt on the ground and answered honestly, lest she would cut off his head with a trembling hand.

"Yes, he is the eldest son of the most powerful Zi family in the town, Zi Xin Gongzi. ”

"Why...... Why did you die in your yard?"

"That's the son...... Pushed down!ah!" he screamed in horror as he felt the cold swishing thing tighten around his neck.

"How dare you lie? The people in the town say he's ...... ...... who fell over the wall while drunk"

"Don't kill me! The slave doesn't dare to lie, the slave is the slave who patrols the night in Anzai's mansion, and the slave found out about that night first! How can there be a fake! The slave heard movement on the backyard wall and thought it was a thief and ran to take a look, the two were already leaving, the young lady seemed to have inconvenient legs and feet, Zixin Gongzi didn't leave in order to help her, and he was given a ...... by the young lady who was traveling with him Push down the ...... That...... The boy was still ...... when he fell to the ground Or ......"

There were tears in her eyes, and her whole person became more and more gloomy, as if she was about to melt into the shadows, but her tone was still forceful, "It's still ...... something"

"Or ...... I still have my eyes wide open, as if I didn't expect to be pushed down. ”

She closed her eyes and let her tears wash her face, only to feel extremely bitter in her heart, and only spoke again after a while, "Who is the person who pushed him?"

"The slave didn't want to hide it from you, but the slave didn't dare to say it! The young lady's family specially came to give a large amount of hush money to my master, so ...... I didn't even say anything about the people of the Zi clan!"

So in the rumors outside, no one mentioned the young lady at all.

She quietly raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I don't embarrass you, I just ask you, is that young lady in a gorgeous dress, full of beads, and looks very beautiful?"

The slave knelt on the ground and kowtowed, gritted his teeth and still recognized, "Yes! Actually, the first thing the slave saw was the young lady...... But the master didn't let the minions say half a word, and the minions had no choice but to sell themselves as slaves to beg for food...... Your life is in your hands, don't dare to deceive, if you tell half a lie, you won't die well!"

When he raised his head again, the cold murder weapon around his neck was gone, and the ghostly woman was gone, and his body was still trembling and lying on the ground with fear.

I just felt that I had walked through the ghost gate, and I was wet all over.

She walked alone on the long dark and cold street and wiped her tears, but she still couldn't help crying quietly.

That's the person she carefully held on the tip of her heart, how did she get into the hands of others and be treated so casually and cheaply!

That's the person on the tip of her heart!