"Dad, I'm back. Song Ling walked in, and he was not polite, he picked up the tea on the table and poured a cup of it, and drank it all.

"Jun ...... Jun Zhu?" Song Huai was a little incredulous, hurriedly walked down, looked Song Ling up and down, and after confirming that it was Song Ling himself, Song Huai said three times in a row.

There is a feeling of being lost and regained.

"Junzhu, where have you been during this time? Do you know how much Dad worries about you?" Song Huai's eyes were full of wind and frost, and he was stunned to turn in his sockets without falling off.

Song Zhirou and Song Ling disappeared one after another, Song Huai was worried in his heart, and now that Song Ling is back, Song Huai is naturally very happy.

"The Night King's Mansion. Song Ling said lightly, and then comforted Song Huai: "Dad, in fact, you don't have to worry, my daughter's kung fu is not in vain." ”

Song Ling said with a smile, and then crushed the cup in his hand empty-handed, as if to prove something: "Look, father, my daughter still has the ability to protect herself." ”

When Song Huai heard this, he applauded again and again, and then thought of something, and looked at Song Ling with a somewhat complicated expression: "Night King's Mansion, have you been in the Night King's Mansion all this time?"

"Hmm. Song Ling didn't hide it, he made up a random excuse, and deceived Song Huai.

After listening to Song Ling's words, Song Huai was half-convinced: "Then do you know where Zhirou went?"

Song Ling went to the Night King's Mansion, what about Song Zhirou?

When Song Ling heard this, his face changed slightly, and he quickly returned to normal, and said with a smile: "How could I know? That leg is on Song Zhirou's body, but it doesn't grow on me." ”

"Your Aunt Shen said ........."

"So Dad, do you believe that Aunt Shen doesn't believe me? In that case, then why do you ask me?" Song Ling's heart was cold, and his eyes on Song Huai were also full of frost.

Song Huai was stared at by Song Ling like this, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart, and he was about to open his mouth to explain, but Song Ling turned around and left.

Song Huai sighed helplessly.

...............

For a few days, it was raining lightly in the west of Kyoto, and the sky was gray, and from time to time a few lightning flashes by, lighting up the city of Xijing.

The successive rains made Chu Linhan's search work more difficult, and everyone looked at the weather and rose to the challenge.

I don't know when it started, the streets and alleys of Xijing are spreading the gossip that Wang Yan'er and Song Zhirou have been killed by bandits.

Although someone in the court has been sent to suppress the news, and there is no news today, everyone knows it.

A few days have passed, Wang Yan'er and Song Zhirou have not been found, nine times out of ten they have encountered accidents, and even if they are found, they are just corpses.

Song Ling was sitting by the window lattice, just about to stretch out his hand, when suddenly a horn sounded, and the raindrops seemed to be frightened, falling from the green leaves, and with a snap, they fell on the tip of Song Ling's hand.

Song Ling was shocked when he heard the familiar sound of the horn, Chu Linhan found it so quickly?

In Xijing, two carriages drove slowly on the streets of Xijing, and the drizzling rain fell mercilessly on the straw mat, and under the straw mat, there were two pairs of women's pale little feet, as if they were soaked in water, pale and dark.

Chu Linhan sat on the tall horse with a heavy face, and the soldiers in two rows lined up one after another, guarding the carriage in the middle, and walked slowly and heavily towards the general's mansion step by step.

The soldiers on both sides blew their trumpets, heavy and mournful, and only in the case of mourning, such horns were sounded.

The people from the General's Mansion had already received the news and were waiting at the door for Chu Linhan to take Song Zhirou's ...... The corpse is back!

Song Ling squinted, Shen Ningshuang trembled, her face was pale and weak, and Song Ling sneered.

If you knew today, why bother in the first place?

It's just that Song Zhiqing and Song Xiaobao didn't come, first, the two of them are too young to see this scene.

Second, Chu Linhan had already flown the pigeon to pass the book, so that Song Huai had a psychological preparation, after all, the corpse might be a little infiltrating.

So Song Huai was afraid of scaring Song Zhiqing and Song Xiaobao, so he specially ordered them not to come out.

A gong sounded, and then the sound of the carriage slowly drove over, and in the rain, Chu Linhan slowly appeared, and everyone bowed their heads and saluted.

"General Zhenguo, madam, please hurry up, this time I didn't bring Miss Song Er back safely, it's useless for this king. ”

Chu Linhan first spoke for a while, and after finishing speaking, he pointed to the carriage lane on the left behind him: "This is the corpse of Miss Song Er, please mourn." ”

As soon as Shen Ningshuang heard this, her feet softened, and she almost fell Fortunately, Chu Linhan helped her, and Shen Ningshuang stabilized her body and slowly walked towards the carriage.

Song Huai behind him was also full of vicissitudes, and there was a trace of sadness all over his body, but if he thought about it carefully, Song Zhirou was Song Huai's daughter, and Song Huai would naturally be sad and sad.

"Master, my Zhirou, Zhirou!" Shen Ningshuang looked at Song Zhirou, who was unrecognizable and already a little highly rotten, crying heartbreakingly, and fell directly into Song Huai's arms.

Fortunately, Liu Yueru was not in good health and did not come, otherwise she didn't know how to feel when she saw this scene.

Song Huai didn't know if he took into account that Shen Ningshuang had just lost his daughter, and he didn't resist Shen Ningshuang's pounce, but his hands and feet were a little stiff and at a loss.

When Song Ling saw this scene, there was still no big change in his expression, if he wanted to make Song Ling sad for Song Zhirou, it was more difficult than ascending to the sky, after all, Song Zhirou did it herself.

Song Jing and Song Wen on the side stepped forward to take a look, their faces changed drastically, and they almost couldn't help but vomit.

Song Ling was about to take a look, but was pulled by Song Jing: he said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Junzhu, don't go up and look at it, this person is already rotten, his face seems to have been eroded by sulfuric acid, and his whole face is rotten!"

"It's not, Junzhu, don't look at it, it's all maggots, vomit...... Listen to those who are good, do not go. Song Wen also said in a low voice, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but vomit, and his face was extremely ugly.

When Song Ling heard this, he could imagine it, Song Ling in his previous life had lived in a pile of corpses, what kind of high-level decomposing corpses had he never seen?

And this resurrection, didn't he also wake up in Yizhuang? What is this?

"Big brother, I'll take a look. Song Ling insisted on watching, but Song Jing saw that he had no way to stop Song Ling, so after thinking about it, he had to let Song Ling take a look.

"If you can't stand it, you go inside and put up the wall and vomit, and several people over there are throwing up and vomiting...... Big brother will go first!" Song said here, as if he remembered the scene just now, covered his mouth and walked inside.