After becoming a female devil, I cultivated immortality in prison

"Master?"

Chunchan stood outside the door and shouted, her voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it was enough for the people in the room to hear.

If it was normal, the Seventh Young Master might be scolded angrily in the room.

But today is very abnormal, after half a day, there is still no movement in the house.

Chunchan had no choice but to shout a few more times.

She didn't dare to trespass, the Seventh Young Master had always had a bad temper, if he went in rashly, it would be the end of Juan'er's fate.

The late winter sun shines on the door of the main house of Xuanzhu Courtyard, and spills into the house through the window sash.

Chunchan frowned. At this time in the past, the Seventh Young Master should have woken up. The slaves had already gone in to serve and wash.

But if you just go in like this... Chunchan hesitated in her heart.

"You damn girl, why have you been standing here and being lazy?" Siyun saw Chunchan standing in a daze in the courtyard, as if staring at the door in a daze, so he scolded her.

Hearing Siyun's voice, Chunchan's brows and eyes stretched instantly, she turned around and ran towards Siyun, as if she had found the backbone.

"Sister Siyun, the young master hasn't woken up yet, what should we do?" Chunchan asked her as she walked.

Siyun frowned, and his tone became more and more harsh, "Then you go to work, why don't you care about him."

She rolled her eyes at Qin Zhen's room, turned her head and left.

Seeing Siyun leaving like this, Chunchan stood behind her and stomped her feet angrily, "But our job is to wait for the young master to wash up in the morning."

Siyun didn't pay any attention to her anymore, and didn't stop, just cursing and cursing, "Damn it, with so much work, how can these few people do it?"

"The mansion will no longer send a few people here."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her anymore, Chunchan ran back to Qin Zhen's door in a few steps.

In short, we still have to wake up the young master, she thought in her heart.

After plucking up the courage like this, she pushed open the door in one breath.

"Master?" Chunchan shouted while pushing the door open.

The moment she stepped in, she sensed something was wrong.

There was a pungent smell of blood mixed with other smells in the room, and the room was strangely cold.

"Master?" Chunchan anxiously walked a few steps forward, the overturned stove was at her feet, and the ashes were scattered all over the floor.

There seemed to be something strange rolling in the ash.

Chunchan looked at it intently, and the smell of burnt smell came to her nostrils.

She suddenly discovered that what rolled to the ground was actually a human finger.

"Ah!" Chunchan was taken aback, forgot even the etiquette, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

She raised her head, and a pair of eyes were looking at her at the moment.

Leaning against the bed was a lifeless corpse with pale skin and eyes staring straight ahead.

The clothes all over his body were soaked in blood, and the blood flowed all over the floor, and a dagger was soaked in almost dried blood.

The palms outside the cuffs were bare and bloody, and the fingers were scattered in the ashes.

The weird smell is obviously the smell of the flesh on the fingers being scorched in the stove.

Qin Zhen is dead...

Seeing everything in front of her eyes, Chunchan let out a terrific scream.

Even Siyun, who was about to walk away outside the house, was attracted, and she scolded again: "What the hell are you doing? Why are you yelling all day long?"

"Sister Siyun!" Chunchan quickly got up and rushed towards her, hiding in her arms.

Siyun embraced her, and over Chunchan's shoulder, she saw Qin Zhen's grisly death...

"Old madam! Daoist Xue is dead!" a servant knelt in front of old madam Qin and reported.

"Why did you die suddenly?" She asked the people below.

The attendant looked serious, "Earlier this morning, the guards fainted for some reason, and when they woke up, they found that Daoist Xue had been pierced through the heart with a dagger, and he was out of breath."

Mrs. Qin frowned, her eyes were like sharp swords, "I told you to watch people carefully, why did people die?"

"What a bunch of trash, what use are you for?" She swept the cup on the table to the ground with a wave of her sleeve, and the fragments splashed on the attendant's face, leaving a bloodstain.

"The slaves are useless, please forgive me, Madam Qin." He quickly kowtowed a few times, his head resting on the ground, not daring to look at Madam Qin again.

There was a long silence, Mrs. Qin's chest heaved and she seemed to be ruthless by this matter.

Just as she was about to say something, another person ran in from outside the house.

It was Yiqing, she hurriedly yelled all the way, "It's not good, old lady, it's not good!"

She knelt down in front of Mrs. Qin with a plop, with a timid expression and tears in her eyes, "Old lady..."

Mrs. Qin was in a fit of anger at this time, seeing her making a scene out of style, she panicked and scolded: "How decent is it, you don't have any rules every day."

Yiqing walked a few steps forward on his knees, stroking Old Madam Qin's shoe, with a sad expression, the tears on her face were very obvious, "Old Madam, our seventh brother..."

Hearing that it was Qin Zhen's matter, Mrs. Qin's expression froze. Seeing that Yiqing's expression was not good, she asked back with some worry, "Say it well, what's wrong with Seventh Brother?"

Yiqing hesitated, tears couldn't stop, "Seventh Brother... Seventh Brother, he's dead."

Mrs. Qin was so frightened by these words that her body went limp, and she was about to fall to the ground if she couldn't support herself.

Yiqing quickly stepped forward to help her up, wiped her tears and said: "Old Madam, don't be too sad, it hurts your body."

Mrs. Qin ignored her words, supported Yiqing's arm and asked again: "What do you think is wrong with Seventh Brother?"

Yiqing couldn't bear to look at Mrs. Qin's appearance, so she didn't say anything more.

Mrs. Qin did not give up and continued to ask: "What do you think?"

Then she shook her head as if talking to herself, "Impossible, how is this possible, Brother Seven is obviously fine, how could that be?"

"I'm going to see Seventh Brother." After saying that, Mrs. Qin got up from Luohan's bed.

Just as she was about to leave, she took a staggered step and almost fell to the ground.

Yiqing hurriedly supported her tightly.

Old Madam Qin forced herself up, and her body became more and more stooped.

Yiqing wept silently while helping the old lady to go out.

Qin Zhen's death shocked the entire Duke's mansion.

A servant who saw his death secretly discussed with others, "Seventh Young Master's death is not so scary."

"Yeah, yeah, I saw it too, it's scary!"

Qin Manjing heard such remarks a lot along the way.

"I'm afraid it's not the wronged soul who is taking his life!"

Qin Manjing was passing by behind the wall, and when she heard these words suddenly, she stopped curiously.

"Hey Mama Li, did you see it?" a little girl asked her curiously.

"Don't mention it, you will have nightmares after watching it, you little girl, don't be too scared to go to sleep." Mama Li laughed, and didn't want to continue talking.

"Hey, Mama Li, just tell me." The little girl begged, tugging on her sleeve.

Mama Li looked around, and when she saw no one, she whispered to her: "Our seventh young master, I'm afraid we bumped into something unclean."

"Mother Li, how do you know?" The little girl turned her head to look behind her, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Call you stupid, you are really stupid, don't you think that two people died in Xuanzhuyuan just before this!"

Mother Li said in a low voice, the voice was mixed with the rustling wind, which made people feel a little scared.

That somewhat immature voice asked back: "Who is dead?"

Mother Li nodded her head, "Let you watch and listen more and be alert, you are like a blind and deaf..."

"Of course Zhou Fu's father and daughter died. I heard that our seventh young master beat them to death with his own hands. Tell me, if they don't ask the seventh young master for their lives, who will they ask for their lives?"

"That's why the Seventh Young Master's death is so unusual?" The little girl suddenly understood, she patted her chest lightly and seemed a little scared, as if she was afraid of being contaminated with something unclean.

Standing behind the wall, Qin Manjing learned the news.

Zhou Fu's father and daughter are dead!