Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 175 The Pit Depth 053 Meters Rescue People (1)
The season is almost August, and the autumn wind blows cool, and the cool air enters the sleeves.

When Mo Jiu, Xiao Qian and others went out again, it was raining again outside. Most of the passers-by put on coir raincoats and walked on the bluestone road, full of ancient flavor.This kind of scene is very attractive. Mo Jiu admired it. Looking at Zhaoji Town, a small riverside town, he could only see the market, shops, teahouses and hotels in the mist and rain. He was really a criminal. Good place.

Such a group of people appeared at the door of the deceased with great momentum.

But the first one to rush into the crowd was not Prime Minister Xie Chen, nor Privy Envoy Xiao Qian, but Wangcai wagging his big tail.This thing is too familiar, if Mo Jiu hadn't called it in time, it would have broken into the door directly amidst the exclamation of the people.

Many villagers stood in front of the deceased's house.

They have a very tough attitude and do not allow people from the county government to enter, nor do they allow doctors to enter.But when they saw Mo Jiu coming, their eyes lit up, and they called out "Jiu Ye" respectfully, almost inviting her in to see if the husband died at the hands of the "Third Prince of the Dragon King".

Seeing how the villagers respected Mo Jiu better than him, Xie Chen's beard was almost crooked, but due to his status, it was inconvenient for him to have a fit in front of his subordinates, so he kept his face dark from beginning to end, without saying a word .

The deceased had an old lady who was sitting in the main room, weeping and sobbing, and several women who probably knew her were accompanying her to persuade them. When they saw Mo Jiu coming in, they "thumped" and knelt down as if they had seen a savior.

"Jiu Ye, Jiu Ye quickly save my poor son."

Mo Jiu was speechless.

This person is dead, where can she go to save her?

Could it be that they really regarded her as a fairy, thinking that she could go to the Palace of the King of Hades to revise the book of life and death?Mo Jiu took a look at this simple and humble main room, probably guessing that the children in this house were not well-to-do.But the house is neatly arranged and cleaned very cleanly, which proves that the housewife of this family is very good at housekeeping—however, no matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary couple. Why did they suffer such a murder at this juncture?

Mo Jiu's eyes fell on the injured woman.

She curled up on the ground, her silent appearance was extremely pitiful, no one paid attention to her, and the clothes on her body had not been changed, and were stained with bloodstains, but it was obvious that, except for the same cleanness, the style of the clothes was the same. The embellishment is not the elegant embroidery color commonly used by ordinary women, but more enchanting, which is incompatible with her complexion and the environment of this family - that is to say, she is very ordinary, wearing clothes with a sense of dust.

This kind of cognition made Mo Jiu subconsciously think of the flower boat that he saw in Zhao Jidu that day, and the boat girls on the flower boat who were shouting for a living.

She turned to look at Xiao Qian, wanting to see his attitude.

But his face was indifferent, his eyes were also indifferent, almost expressionless.

The crowd was buzzing like a bee. He was tall and handsome in front of others alone.

Mo Jiu smiled and pouted at him, "Master, it's up to you."

Xiao Qian glanced at her lightly, "I am dead."

Mo Jiu said, "She's not dead yet."

Xiao Qian replied: "That has nothing to do with me."

Mo Jiu snorted, and argued forcefully, "To save someone's life, you should make a seventh grade..."

Xiao Qian snorted: "The twelfth-level pagoda is useless. A person's death is like a lamp going out, whether he goes to Qiongbiluo or Huangquan, why should he care?"

Mo Jiu was slightly surprised.

(End of this chapter)