Chapter 281 is all about calculation-
“The traceability of the blood on the gauze showed that it was the blood of Ma Zhenchun, a deceased fire magician.”
“My subordinates checked it three times and confirmed it. There is no doubt that he is the necromancer. As a Grade A warlock, all information is registered in the register. I will never admit his mistake... But how is this possible?"
Mo Tingfeng recalled Ye when he said this. Wujiu's expression was different from the calm and indifferent expression of the past. For the first time, Mo Tingfeng saw strong shock and uneasiness on his face.
He understood Ye Wu Jiu's mood very well.
Ma Zhenchun was killed by Ye Wujiu himself in Pingyang Forest. The discovery of his traces in the underground hollow cave of Wuyin Village at that time was enough to shock him. Now his blood appears out of thin air in Sichen Mansion. This is simply a fantasy. .
"Since the eldest princess came to Sichen Mansion these days, I have personally led the team to be responsible for the safety of the entire mansion. There is no way that strange species has been to Sichen Mansion, absolutely not!"
< br>Ye Wujiu's eyes were bloodshot when he said this, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He was in an extremely complicated mood - to a certain extent, he had been looking for Ma Zhenchun. The three B-level warlocks had completed the autopsy and were determined to be Ma Zhenchun. 'After death' Ma Zhenchun was killed. No matter how you look at it, the Necromancer is a more dangerous existence than Luan Po, and he must not be allowed to remain in the world.
But on the other hand, the truth that Ye Wu Jiu didn't want to admit deep in his heart was that he was afraid of him, and he was afraid of the dead Ma Zhenchun.
A dead fire-type A-level warlock, after he mutated into a strange species, the huge and unparalleled gap in magical power made Ye Wujiu unable to suppress his psychological fear at all, and He knew that this necromancer would definitely come to him for revenge. It was just a matter of time.
Ye Wujiu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were flying even though there was no wind, it was obvious that the rage in his heart had manifested into his outer body.
"Wu Jiu, calm down."
Mo Tingfeng walked over and patted Ye Wu Jiu's shoulder gently, injecting a stream of mana into the back of his heart without any trace, and with this With the penetration of golden magic energy, Ye Wujiu's rationality returned and his emotions gradually calmed down.
"Sir, I..."
"It will be okay, I still have everything, don't worry."
Mo Tingfeng stared into Ye Wujiu's eyes calmly and solemnly,
"You can't act alone under any circumstances. If you find his traces, send me a message as soon as possible."
"... Yes, sir. "
"In addition, the blood stains of the necromancer were found in the underground ice cellar of the Venerable Mansion. This matter is very strange. Until there is no further discovery, except for you and He Don’t let others know about it for the time being, so as not to cause unnecessary panic and worry...including Weiwei."
"Keep it low-key."
"Yes!"
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A small hand suddenly pinched Mo Tingfeng's ear. Only then did he come back to his senses from his memories. He saw Song Weichen's face full of "There's something wrong with you." Looking at himself with an expression.
"Hey, what are you hiding from me? Could it be that you and the eldest princess have made a lifelong secret behind my back?"
Song Weichen stretched out his foot and kicked Mo Tingfeng's. Legs, "Have you grown more capable?"
"Believe it or not, I went all over the world to yell at people that you started trouble but gave up. After I had a miscarriage, you were not only indifferent, but you were also busy climbing up high branches."
He couldn't help but laugh out loud. , the previous worries about the Necromancer seemed to be torn apart and pierced by the bright sun in an instant.
Mo Tingfeng pinched the calf that Song Weichen kicked over, thrust his body into the bed, and held her firmly in his arms.
"Little thing, I'm afraid that if you don't yell, you should yell so that the whole world knows about our relationship."
"Qin Xueying came to me to discuss a deal. , it will soon be the day when the realm leader holds a banquet to celebrate, and then I want to give you a surprise.”
He gently smoothed her broken hair and pecked Song Weichen's lips and eyes.
"Go to sleep. It's not peaceful these days. Can I apply to sleep with you like this every night? If you don't agree, I will go all over the world to yell at people, saying that you have always been in trouble and finally given up. "
"Okay, okay, let's beat him up, right?"
"It's not me who suffered the backlash anyway..."
Song Weichen crawled into his arms. She got out of bed and closed her eyes while listening to his heartbeat. She was too tired.
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That night, Song Weichen dreamed of Gu Cang Yue.
Still near the painting boat on Water Street, there was a bustling crowd. Lone Cangyue was wearing a mask carved with a mica bird's beak, and his eyes were fixed on her through the crowd.
Finding that she also saw herself, Gu Cangyue smiled slightly, and through the mask she could see that his eyes were bent into crescent moons.
Song Weichen couldn't help but ran towards him holding the hem of her skirt. How long had it been since they last met?
He had clearly promised to go to the ghost market to join him, but it had been how long since she came back from Pingyang, and he had not appeared. Although he was a god, even though in Zhuang Yuheng's words, Gu Cangyue was practicing another element in the Temple of the Immortal. God is a more powerful self-upgrade, which she does not need to worry about.
But she couldn't help but worry, always feeling that something had happened to him, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped visiting her for so long.
Obviously the two of them were only a few feet apart, but no matter how much she ran, he was still just as far away from her, seemingly out of reach.
"Cang Yue!"
Song Weichen couldn't run anymore, so he could only stop panting and look at the big bird still standing in the bustling crowd shouting his name.
As soon as Gu Cangyue raised her hand, the paper crane he gave her automatically appeared and flew towards her, and soon appeared above his palm.
He snapped his fingers, and the paper crane floating in the air above his palm turned into a plume of smoke and dissipated. Then, Gu Cangyue himself disappeared like the paper crane.
Song Weichen woke up.
She subconsciously touched her arms - she had indeed always carried the paper crane with her, but now the inner pocket of her clothes was empty, and the paper crane that could summon the big bird had truly disappeared.
Song Weichen stared at the top of the bed in despair, still remembering what Gu Cangyue said when he gave her the thousand paper cranes for the first time——
"When you want to see me, light it up. No matter the ends of the earth or the sea of swords and mountains of fire, I will come for you."
But now, the paper crane has disappeared.
Her big bird, disappeared.
She suddenly remembered the last words she said to Gu Cangyue. It was also in Tingfeng Mansion at that time. It was a winter day with heavy snow and the fragrance of wintersweet. She said to him:
"I will wait for you to come back safely, and you must come back safely."
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"Are you awake? Did you rest well?"
Mo Tingfeng's gentle voice sounded in his ears.
Song Weichen's eyes were sore and she buried her head in his arms.
"I dreamed about Cang Yue, and I always feel like something happened to him. Would you please accompany me to Cang Yue Mansion? I want to see if he is back."
Mo Tingfeng sighed, quite helpless.
"Little thing, you are lying on the same bed with me, but you are dreaming about another man?"
He is not really jealous, he is just making use of the topic. He knows that she is. Worried about Gu Cangyue's safety - in fact, he was also a little worried, but he never bothered to think about it. Even Xiuxin's soul, Gu Cangyue, had disappeared for too long. He cared so much about Song Weichen. Alone, this is really not like the behavior of this Lord of Forgotten River.
"Okay, I'll accompany you to Cang Yue Mansion."
The two got up and tidied up. When Song Weichen used Gu Yu to come and organize her, he went to Cang Yue Mansion for her last night. After a trip to the Lord's Mansion, he briefly discussed the matter in order to prevent her from revealing her true identity. Gu Yu expressed his sincere gratitude, but will not express it here.
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Si Chen’s Mansion is not far from Cangyue Mansion. Mo Tingfeng took Song Weichen with his sword, but it only took half a stick of incense.
The guard at the door saw the two of them from a distance and rushed forward to greet them.
"Greetings to Lord Si Chen! Greetings to the young master! You two are in great honor, and I am waiting to welcome you from afar."
Song Weichen nodded to the guard as a greeting, "Is Cang Yue here? ”
"Master..." the guard looked confused,
"Master has not returned for a long time."
"When was the last time he appeared?"
"Last time?"
The guard thought for a moment and said, "Go back, young master. You were there when the master was at the house last time. That day, Lord Cangyue sent you to Sichen's Mansion early in the morning, and you never came back again."
This sentence made Song Weichen completely wilt. It seemed that the person he saw on Water Street was indeed not him.
"If Cang Yue comes back, please go to Si Chen's Mansion to see me."
She warned unwillingly.
"Yes, young master! Please remember this!"
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Until Mo Tingfeng had taken Song Weichen and flew away from the sky above Cangyue Mansion and turned into a small dot, the guard at the door was still bowing his head in salute - at some point, the door of the mansion opened. Seam, a pair of beautiful eyes hidden behind the mica beak mask, staring at the two people who were drifting away, silent.
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Mo Tingfeng took Song Weichen and took a long and dangerous route back to Si Chen's Mansion. There was a lot of residual Qi there, which she could absorb and give to Si Chen. Controlling the Puppet "Recharging" - The appearance of the Necromancer's blood in Si Chen's Mansion made Mo Tingfeng nervous. He only wanted to make Song Weichen stronger as soon as possible.
When they returned to Tingfeng Mansion, it was past noon, and they saw Ruan Mianmian as soon as they entered the door of Wuqingju.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing her, Mo Tingfeng was not angry and subconsciously protected Song Weichen behind him.
"Brother Tingfeng, why are you speaking in such a tone to others? It's really sad."
"Mianmian heard that sister Sangpu had a miscarriage and felt really sorry for her. No, I personally cooked a pot of chicken soup and brought it over, hoping to replenish my sister’s health.”
Mo Tingfeng remained stern and silent, and his body movements and attitude were clearly irritating Ruan Mianmian.
Song Weichen didn't want him to get involved. Matters between women are best resolved between women, so he gently pulled the corner of Mo Tingfeng's clothes and said
"Master Si Chen, didn't you just say you were going to the meeting hall? "
"I..."
Mo Tingfeng understood what Song Weichen meant, but was worried that Ruan Mianmian would embarrass her, so she didn't know how to respond.
Using Mo Tingfeng's generous body to block him, Song Weichen mouthed "Don't worry" to him and pushed him out of the door, then sat down opposite Ruan Mianmian. , took a look at the pot of soup.
"Ruan Guiren is interested. I don't know what ingredients are added to the chicken soup this time. It can't just be saffron and five-element grass, right? I have no more babies to give birth to. I suggest you change the taste, such as crane crown red and arsenic. I can see it. "Very good."
Song Weichen's words made Ruan Mianmian's face turn red and white,
"Sister Sangpu, what are you talking about? My sister is sincere to you, how can you be ignored?" You said it so badly!"
She took a bowl of chicken soup from the pot and drank it, then put it on the table with a thump.
"This soup is full of great tonics. If there are even half-truths, Mianmian will definitely die without a burial place! I swear like this, will Miss Sangpu be satisfied?"
"Oh."
Song Weichen calmly picked up the bowl and filled Ruan Mianmian with another portion of chicken soup.
"In this case, the noble man should drink more, but Sangpu's humble life is not worthy of such a good soup."
"You..."
Ruan Mianmian took it Bowl, his face was a bit confused, his lips pursed, and he finally drank the entire bowl of soup.
"Tell the truth, I'm here today to make amends and make an alliance."
"I am definitely responsible for your miscarriage. It was a mistake of jealousy, I admit. The baby who died unjustly came to see you I risk my life for revenge, and I admit it, but you..."
Ruan Mianmian looked outside the door, moved closer to Song Weichen and lowered his voice.
"Besides guarding against me, you need to be wary of the eldest princess. Yesterday you injured your hand while playing the piano, and the medicine she gave you contained Wangbuliuxing and Oleander, both of which are sharp tools for abortion."
"Of course, I tell you this for selfish reasons - I have no chance of winning when competing with the eldest princess for brother Tingfeng. Even if I am undefeated, in the end I will just keep a low profile and do a small job. But with you, I still have something to contend with, and in terms of status, you are the one who is humble and humble.”
"If Qin Xueying didn't join this battle, you and I would be like fire and water, and I wouldn't come today. But she...she told her brother Tingfeng last night that they had reached a certain contract, and now she can break this situation You are the only one, so I hope you will compete with her and win."
Ruan Mianmian took another bowl, filled a bowl of soup for Song Weichen, and brought it to her eyes solemnly.
"Sister Sangpu, there has never been a moment when I wished you good health as much as I do right now."
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Song Weichen really wanted to reply to her, "That's really bad. Divine logic.”
How arrogant and dignified does one have to be to say this "true confession" - yes, I have harmed you, but I don't want to harm you now because I don't want to fight with another person. You go and fight. I hope you win, and then we fight again, because I have a chance of winning against you.
What kind of new and unique Tian Ji horse racing is this?
Song Weichen had just inhaled a lot of puppet energy and was busy practicing. He really didn't want to get entangled with her, so he took the bowl and drank it clean.
"Ruan Guiren, can you go back? I just had a miscarriage and am feeling weak. I need a good rest before I can help you fight in the ring with the eldest princess."
Ruan Mianmian's eyes brightened obviously, and she Gave her a bowl of chicken soup.
"Good sister, so you forgive me? Come on, take good care of your health. Sister, I hope you will be well."
This soup was extremely thick and sticky to those who drank it. Song Weichen didn't like it, so she stretched out her hand As soon as he stopped,
"We have agreed. If you drink this bowl again, you will leave. Don't play the trick with me that you can't finish the job after three bowls. Whether the eldest princess is a big tiger is another matter, but I am definitely not. Wu Song. "
"Okay, sister Sang Pu is used to saying weird things that people can't understand. I think you'll leave after drinking."
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Finally, Ruan Mianmian carried the pot out of the door. When she came to the door, Song Weichen remembered something and stopped her.
"My lord, your life is also my life. When I greeted you that day, I saw that your personal maid seemed to be in poor health. Instead of wasting your time here, my lord, why not pay more attention to the people around you."< br>
Ruan Mianmian was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that it took him a while to realize who she was talking about after reacting to her words.
"Oh, are you talking about Du Juan? That useless thing was smoked last night for some unknown reason and has been sent to the hospital. It's an irrelevant person. Sister, don't worry about it and take care of it as soon as possible. The body is.”
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Song Weichen was left sitting there in a daze. She thought about asking Gu Yu to visit Dujuan today and bring some nourishing food. After all, they had "shared hardships" together in Ruan Mianmian's room last night.
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The ward of Sichen Mansion Medical Center.
The medicine was fragrant, and the earthenware pot on the charcoal stove was steaming. When a medical boy who kept the medicine saw that the medicine was ready, he wrapped the handle of the earthenware pot with gauze and poured the medicine carefully. Into the pottery bowl.
The medicine was very hot. The boy put a cloth on the side of the bowl and carried it to Dujuan's bedside table. While the medicine was cooling, he left the ward to treat her many wounds on her hands. After using the external medicine, only the unconscious Du Juan was left in the ward.
Suddenly, two drops of red substance fell into the bowl of medicine placed on the bedside table. The medicine that had gradually cooled down suddenly started to boil. At some point, a thread as thin as a spider's thread hung down from the beam. It was along this spider thread that the two drops of red liquid entered the bowl.
But after a moment, the bowl of soup returned to calmness, and the spider silk disappeared. It seemed that everything had never happened.
Only a beam of sunlight shining in from the window happened to hit the bowl of soup. Upon closer inspection, there was a faint trace of blood red in the rising smoke.
The surroundings were unusually quiet.
Cuckoo opened her eyes without warning and looked quietly at the roof beams above her head.