Fragrance is good for purifying the heart

Chapter 192

"I really don't know. I am a servant of a large family named Ding nearby. Because there is a piece of clothing that the senior officials are in a hurry to wear tomorrow, so I asked me to come and get it right now, saying, It’s not allowed that Shui Ning Fang still has time left.”

An He pretended to be arranging the story, but at the same time he clenched his fists...

"Big family Ding? Where is there a big family named Ding around here? Are you kid lying to me..."

"How dare I lie to someone who puts a knife on my neck?" An He said, suddenly ducking down and punching the man on the lifeline -

The man cried out in pain and instinctively stretched out his hand to protect the hit area. Anhe took advantage of this moment and slammed his elbow into the dovetail point on his chest. The man's chest felt numb and he lay on the ground. On the ground, he couldn't move for a long time and screamed in mourning.

An He, with quick eyesight and quick hands, snatched the sharp blade from his hand and wiped his neck directly!

The bright red blood immediately flowed down the neck of the strong man like an ox, and soon overflowed all over the ground.

An He took a few steps back and calmed down. He was not used to killing people, but the man in front of him was holding a sharp knife. From what he said just now, it was revealed that he was the person invited by Mr. Bei to take care of Qi Zhaoyan, and he must be a killer.

An He didn't know how many killers Bei Erye had sent this time, but he intuitively believed that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, but Qi Zhaoyan still hadn't shown up, so he didn't know what happened.

"Mulan..." An He called Mulan, and Mulan appeared floating in the air. She obviously understood An He's intention of calling her out. She just used her ghost power to probe lightly, but she exclaimed...

"what……"

"What's wrong? Did anyone find Sister Qi..."

Before An He finished speaking, he followed Mulan's gaze and looked up. Sure enough, a female corpse was hung high on the clothes drying pole in Shui Ning Fang, swaying gently with the wind. , If the withered leaves in the wind are about to fall, they are swinging their feet without any support...

Qi Zhaoyan was already dead. She had been killed by Mr. Bei's men long before An He came to Shui Ningfang. Her death was horrific and miserable. She was drained of all the blood before she died. Obviously, he must have experienced great pain...

Regardless of the danger, An He took down her body. He originally planned to tidy her up to show respect for the deceased, but instead he saw her hands clenched, her feet tensed, her teeth clenched, and her eyes wide open. , seems to have all kinds of forbearance and unwillingness.

"Sister Qi, please close your eyes..."

An He held her hand tightly. He wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.

It is true that Qi Zhaoyan has been against Mr. Bei for a long time, but if she had not taken the initiative to contact her and asked her to find out the whereabouts of Jin Charlie's daughter Jian and the twelve springs of Xiaoshui Pavilion, she might not have been discovered. , wouldn’t die so miserable.

"My benefactor..." Mulan pursed her lips and floated to An He's eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she was speechless like An He.

"What do you want to say?" An He lowered his head, not wanting to look at Mulan, because he didn't want to see Qi Zhaoyan's soul again like Mulan's ghost.

"There..." Mulan stretched out her pale paper finger and pointed at Qi Zhaoyan's mouth.An He then noticed that Qi Zhaoyan's mouth was always closed, and his teeth were clenched as if he was biting something.

If a person is really spilled to death, the mouth and tongue will usually not be closed, and the tongue will stick out. But Qi Zhaoyan's lips were tightly closed. She should have hung them up after the blood was drained, but her teeth kept clenching... …

Could it be that there is something hidden in her mouth?
An He seemed to have thought of something crucial, and cupped his hands towards Qi Zhaoyan's body, "Sister Qi, I'm offended."

After saying this, she reached out and pried off Zhao Yan's tightly closed lips. Only when she pried them apart did she realize that there seemed to be something between her lips and teeth.

After a while, An He took out a white thing from Qi Zhaoyan's biting lips - it turned out to be a note.

An He was so excited that his hands were shaking a little. He unfolded the wet white paper one by one with his trembling fingertips. There were actually a few small words written on it that were almost blurry:
"Sheng Pingzhuang, Shen Dan."

In the Qiu Zi Palace, Long Leyin used Nangong Wenxiu's wooden comb to perform high-level microscopic techniques. The wooden comb floated from his palm, and from its position in mid-air, a faint layer of white mist spread. This white mist It was hazy, blocking many microscopic scenes.

Because the only personal belongings Long Leyin could find for Nangong Wenxiu was a wooden comb. Compared with clothing, hairpin rings and other personal belongings, the wooden comb was not particularly close to the body, and it was not carried with him every day. Therefore, even the microscopic technique performed by Long Leyin, who has a high level of cultivation, cannot be seen very clearly.

In the hazy white mist, Nangong Wenxiu's figure slowly appeared: the hairpin in her hair had come apart, her hair was messy, her expression was panicked, her hands and feet were tied with some ropes, and her mouth was blocked. Unknown fabric.

But even so, Nangong Wenxiu still clasped his hands together and kept mumbling something like pounding garlic...

Gardenia didn't need to listen carefully to know that she was reciting words like "Bodhisattva bless you" again, and she suddenly felt like she couldn't laugh or cry.

Looking closely, the surrounding environment of Nangong Wenxiu was very bad. There were ruins and broken walls everywhere. There were also one or two big holes in the windows on the wall, and wind leaked into the small space from time to time.

Moreover, there were swarms of snakes, insects, rats, and ants. In just a moment, Long Leyin could see some rats running past Nangong Wenxiu's feet. She was so frightened that she shivered and muttered loudly after her mouth was blocked. , and shrank into the corner, but there were spider webs hanging above her head, and she screamed in fright.

Unfortunately, no one seems to care about her.

"Oh, Xiu'er, why are you so stupid? Didn't my teacher teach you how to use magic to untie the rope? Why don't you know how to use it?" Long Leyin had rarely been so anxious, and he couldn't help but shake his head. , "It's all my fault that my master dotes on you too much, and you can't force yourself to memorize such a life-saving spell..."

Gardenia carefully looked at the rope that bound Axiu, and looked shocked. Then Long Leyin continued: "Even if Uncle Long taught her the rope-breaking spell, it won't work. Look, then The rope that binds her seems to be...a dragon tendon."

She was very familiar with this dragon tendon. Once, Yucao, a female cultivator from the Yuxu Sect, was captured by Grandma Liu and others of the human trafficking group. At that time, she used a dragon tendon to bind her hands and feet. Once bound by the dragon tendon, it would be quite serious. All cultivation was lost.

Gardenia herself has also tasted the power of dragon tendons. Even though the blood-red little dragon tendons look very thin, they are actually very strong. Even a spiritual thing like her little jade seed needs a lot of time to be cut with a jade knife. It takes a long time to cut off.

(End of this chapter)