The evil king's wife is strictly controlled: the black-bellied killer concubine

The carriage staggered, and after walking for about an hour, they turned over a mountain before arriving at Yizhuang, which is far from the beaten track.

The yizhuang in Wucheng is under the direct jurisdiction of the government, and there are five people in it, because now under Han Qinglan's control, there are very few criminal cases, and this yizhuang is also owned by the government. At this moment, there is only the child in the morgue one person.

When Wu Zuo saw Han Qinglan coming, he bowed first, and then led the people to the child, "My lord, we brought the child's sister over today, and we saw the last time, what do you think?!"

"Well, what did she say?!" Han Qinglan asked casually.

"Just let us help find a place where we can see the scenery!" Wu Zuo said in a deep voice, dealing with these things for many years, which made his face a little colder.

If Hua Rong stretched out his hand to untie the cloth covering his face, the assistant immediately persuaded, "Miss, you'd better not look at it!"

"It doesn't matter!" She lifted her hijab as she spoke, and the child in front of her had completely changed in appearance. There was no trace of pale blood, and even spots had appeared in some places.

Han Qinglan reached out to cover her head, Hua Rongruo closed her eyes lightly, a poor child like her brother!

"Let's go!" Hua Rongruo closed her eyes and said calmly. Seeing that she was fine, Han Qinglan followed her out of the room, and Wu Zuo followed.

Seeing someone coming out, Qingqiao hurriedly came up to meet her, and held onto Hua Rong, while Han Qinglan stood aside and said in a soft voice, "Go see that woman again?"

When Hua Rongruo raised his head, he noticed the thoughts in his heart carefully, and gave him a grateful glance, then nodded.

After walking for about an hour, he stayed for less than half an hour before leaving, and the carriage headed towards Wucheng again.

The four of them got into their own carriages again.

Hua Rongruo's heart was hit twice, and the whole person seemed much quieter. He leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

And because of the mountain road, the car was much bumpier than the big road, Qingqiao picked up the cushion, intending to let Hua Rongruo lean on her head, "Miss, can you rely on a cushion?!"

Hua Rongruo opened her eyes, nodded, and stretched out her hand to take the cushion that Qingqiao handed over, but suddenly a whistling sound came from her ear, which woke her up abruptly, she held the cushion with one hand, and squeezed it with the other. Pushing Qingqiao away, she also dodged to one side, the cushion in her hand fell towards the direction of the sound, with a bang, a feathered arrow shot through the curtain.

The coachman yelled loudly, pulled out a long knife from the shaft on one side, and said anxiously, "Assassin, there is an assassin! Miss, are you alright?"

Han Qinglan's carriage, who was walking in front, also stopped, Zilong quickly came to Hua Rongruo's carriage, and Han Qinglan was also escorted by his own coachman to Hua Rongruo's carriage.

Hua Rongruo pulled the shocked Qingqiao, and staggered her out of the carriage.

At this time they had reached the top of the mountain, with dense forests on one side and cliffs on the other.

Seeing that Hua Rong was well, Han Qinglan frowned, and then relaxed a little.

But soon, the danger made them not dare to relax any more. Looking at the surrounding area that was empty just now, a dozen men in black suddenly jumped out.

The killer held a long sword in his hand, all masked, and rushed forward without saying a word. The coachman and Zilong surrounded the three of them, blocking the man in black's attack. The sound of clashing swords and guns rang continuously on the mountain road. .