Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 42

We arrived at Waqu Village all the way. As soon as we entered Waqu Village, Jing Chun's eyes seemed to be covered with a fine veil. The whole village was gray. Jing Chun's mood suddenly became heavy. People here were all different. They all seemed very embarrassed.

Yes, embarrassment.

Breaking away from the prosperity of the long street, there are no bright and bright clothes, no lively stalls, and no bustle of traffic, and there is only a sense of fatigue from people coming and going.

This village always gives people a strange feeling...

Fortunately, the village was not big, and Pan Rurui died not long ago. Soon, Jing Chun found out Pan Rurui's address.

Jing Chun always felt that the whole village was strange, but he couldn't tell what was so strange.

The closer to Pan Rurui's home, the more smoky smell hit Jing Chun's nostrils.

Jing Chun followed the smell and found the brazier placed at the back door. The fire was still burning, and the deep smoke gradually became thinner and invisible.

What was burning in the brazier was a piece of coarse cloth.

Jing Chun was about to take a closer look, but unexpectedly there was a sound coming from the back door soon.

Seeing the person coming, Jing Chun hid behind a wall.

It was a woman who was over a hundred years old, with sunken eye sockets, and holding a stack of paper clothes in her cracked hands, she squatted down slowly after approaching the brazier.

The fire in the brazier was getting weaker and weaker. The woman tremblingly filled the thin flame with the paper clothes in her hand. Soon, the tongue of fire swallowed the paper clothes, and the smoke became thicker.

The woman wiped away her tears, "Miss Zhou, your coarse clothes have already been burned to you, so let me leave you with a thought..."

Miss Zhou?
Is it Zhou Lian?
And the coarse cloth clothes, as Lao Cheng said earlier, what Zhou Lian was wearing was really yellowing coarse cloth clothes.

"I burned these clothes for you. I don't ask you to bless you. I just ask you to take good care of Rurui down below. In the future, you will never lose your sacrifices to Rurui. You can rest assured down here... "

"If you don't understand your hatred, I will kneel down to you first. It's up to you whether I accept it or not. You have already formed a ghost marriage with Rurui, and they will be together after death. If you think the house is too small, just let Rurui tell me in his dream. , I will burn it for her myself..."

Listening to the woman's words, Jing Chun became more certain that Zhou Lian's body was in Pan Rurui's home.

Jing Chun was just thinking about going to Jingzhao Mansion to rescue soldiers, when he seemed to see a familiar figure coming out of the back door.

You can't go wrong with this body type.

It's Zhu Hong!
But Jing Chun found the hiding place of these three people. Today, Jing Chun must seek justice for Zhou Lian.

Seeing that it was Zhu Hong, the woman stood up tremblingly, and took out half a penny from her clothes, "Thank you for your hard work, I gave the money, although it is not much, as Miss Zhou's in-laws' wishes."

Seeing the embers of fire in the brazier, Zhu Hong pushed the half-baked money back.

Zhu Hong lowered his head and simply said: "I don't deserve her hard-earned money."

Zhu Hong also knew that it was hard money!

The woman had no choice but to take the money back, she seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything, and heard the insider go back through the back door.

Zhu Hong remained silent, his eyes stared at the brazier, focusing and out of focus.Afterwards, Zhu Hong knelt down beside the brazier and solemnly kowtowed three times.

Jing Chun didn't quite understand. Could it be that Zhu Hong's conscience discovered it?
At this time, the whole village echoed with the sound of suona, and the clear wind sounded again in the blue-gray sky.

The whole funeral procession passed through the streets of the village in mourning.

Coffins, two.

Paper money and red paper were staggered and scattered into the air, like the collision of blood and the undead, crushed to pieces and then incorporated into the dust.

As the funeral procession left little by little, Jing Chun knew that he couldn't stay longer and had to go back to Jingzhao Mansion to "shake people".

Now that witnesses and evidence are gathered, Zhu Hong and his party cannot be allowed to run away again.

By coincidence, just when Jing Chun turned around, the token previously hidden in his sleeve suddenly fell out.

As soon as Jing Chun bent down, he saw Zhu Hong approaching, "Who is where?"

Jing Chun fell silent immediately, watching Zhu Hong approaching step by step.

How can Zhu Hong not know what the token is, so he has to try to see if it is true or not in a few steps.

The two looked at each other and were shocked!

Jing Chun still wanted to pick up the token and run away. In such a life-and-death matter, all Jing Chun had to do was save his life, right?
Zhu Hong even followed closely behind.

But Jing Chun was not familiar with the road at all, and Zhu Hong was following him, so he didn't notice the direction of the village at all, so he still knew where it was, flying around like headless chickens.

Jing Chun slammed to a stop.

Ahead, Jing Chun was forced to stop by Niannian and kept retreating.

Afterwards, Zhu Hong also chased after him, and finally Jing Chun was trapped between two walls by Zhu Hong and Er Nian.

"who are you?"

Seeing this, Jing Chun didn't want to pretend anymore, and took off his veiled cap with one hand.

When the two met, they were also surprised, "Well, well painter..."

Jing Chun could only gamble with the last confidence, "Let me go back, I won't tell Jingzhao Mansion about this."

However, Zhu Hong also had some troubles, and said: "Painter Jing, we have our own difficulties in doing this, otherwise who would do this?"

"Now it's not about finding out what you did or didn't do, but how you want to deal with the current situation now." Jing Chun took a deep breath, "You guys, come back with me!"

"Isn't going back with you still a dead end?" Niannian said with a stern look on his face, "Brother Hong, don't listen to her, they don't understand anything but pity, do you still expect them to be magnanimous? "

Zhu Hong obviously hesitated, "Two years!"

In the second year, she had a stern look on her face, "Now that things have been exposed, there are not a few days to live anyway, maybe she can gain confidence after arresting her, anyway, she is still a hostage."

With that said, Er Nian pounced on him. Jing Chun also had some skills in modern times. It was not a problem to deal with two or three people. He kicked Er Nian to the ground in just a few or two strokes.

Seeing the situation, Zhu Hong didn't care too much, so he took out the rope and planned to tie Jing Chun up.

Jing Chun turned around nimbly, but instead pushed Zhu Hong to the ground.

Jing Chun was also a man of martial ethics, so he said "Sorry" and continued to run away.

But what Jing Chun didn't know was that someone was watching her every move, and as if planning ahead, he took out a stone from his pocket and hit Jing Chun on the head impartially.

Jing Chun was suddenly hit by a stone, staggering and falling to the ground. Then he felt a burst of warmth above his head, which was blood.

Jing Chunqiang braced his consciousness to look around, but he didn't find anyone. Instead, he couldn't see the bright red blood on his hand more and more clearly.

The footsteps of Zhu Hong in the second year are also getting closer...

Jing Chun's consciousness gradually became blurred, and finally he could only collapse to the ground.

(End of this chapter)