A strange insect bit Wei Qian's neck and broke his neck bones.
Because of his broken neck, Wei Qian's body was instantly paralyzed. Only one pair of eyes was still staring at Song Xin, full of unwillingness and resentment.
Zhang Moyang saw the strange insect trying to escape and quickly took action, catching it and putting it away. At this time, there was a lot of noise outside, and it was obvious that someone was coming.
"Brother Zhang, Luo Yao, you go first." Song Xin said in a deep voice.
Luo Yao asked in surprise: "Don't you want to leave?"
"I still have room to maneuver here. If I leave, I will play into their hands and confirm the murder of Wei Qian. I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid of injuring my clan members."
Zhang Moyang nodded, "Don't use your spiritual energy to hurt others, I will help you secretly." After saying that, he handed Luo Yao an invisibility charm.
After taking the talisman, Luo Yao said with concern: "Be careful."
At this moment, the courtyard door was kicked open with a bang, and then Zhang Zhao's voice was heard shouting: "Quick, save people!"
Then several soldiers broke into the door and saw Song Xin and Wei Qian who were dead on the bed. A bloody wound was still bleeding out...
"Sir, it's not good, kill...kill people!!!!"
Zhang Zhao heard the shouting and rushed into the house to see Wei Qian lying on the bed twitching with blood from his neck. He was so angry that he almost fainted. Under his own management, such a big thing happened.
"Song Xin! How dare you kill someone in Piyong!"
"I didn't kill him." Song Xin turned around and looked at Zhang Zhao and said.
Zhang Zhao stared at the black sword in his hand, immediately recognized its origin, and shouted loudly: "Throw away the sword!"
"I didn't kill him."
Zhang Zhao saw the copper basin on the ground and the large blisters on Wei Qian's back, and shouted: "You still said you didn't kill anyone. Didn't you pour hot water on him?"
Song Xin did not refute and threw the sword aside.
Several soldiers stepped forward carefully and tied him up with ropes. Only then did Zhang Zhao step forward, throw away his arm and slap Song Xin.
"You idiot! Zhang is not done with you! Take him away!"
Seeing Song Xin being escorted out, Zhang Zhao picked up the long sword on the ground, his heart beat a few times faster, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he thought to himself: "This kid is actually from the school... We must not Let you live."
When Song Xin was escorted out, he found that many people had gathered outside. When people saw Wei Qian's body being carried out, they all gasped in fright. Zheng Yue and Liu Mi stood behind the crowd and saw Song Xin and Wei Qian fighting each other, both sides were injured. They looked at each other proudly, full of ridicule. and satisfaction, but no sympathy.
After Song Xin was put into the prison car, Zheng Yue said proudly: "Master is really clever. That boy Song Xin really killed Wei Qian. Hehe, now he will definitely wipe out the three tribes."
Liu Mi sneered and said, "Huh, whoever lets him go against us, if we crush him to death, we will crush an ant to death."
Zheng Yue said with a smile: "I didn't expect Wei Qian to be so stupid, and we made him fight to the death with Song Xin because of our little tricks."
Liu Mi nodded proudly, "Let's see who can save him now. Wei Xi will know about his son's death tonight. I really want to see his expression."
While the two of them were gloating about their misfortune, they didn't see Zhang Moyang and Luo Yao also in the crowd, staring at them coldly.
"These two bastards!" Luo Yao cursed through gritted teeth.
Zhang Moyang said seriously: "Wei Qian mentioned it before he died.
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That Wen Xian seemed to be the mastermind behind the scenes. "
Luo Yao nodded, "I have already checked, and there is no trace of any practitioners here except Song Xin. It seems that the cunning old fox has already been hiding."
"He'll show up sooner or later."
...
late at night.
"Song Xin, I really didn't expect that I would see you here again so soon."
Across the iron fence, Zhang Zhao looked at Song Xin proudly and said.
"You killed Young Master Wei, and this time you gained both the loot and the spoils. But I won't embarrass you anymore. When the time comes, the Prime Minister and the adults in Jizhou will definitely execute you Ling Chi. Hehe, and your tribe, I'm afraid I will be buried with you."
Song Xin turned to look at Zhang Zhao and asked calmly: "Sir, how do you know that I will go to Wei Qian?"
Zhang Zhao smiled scornfully, "Of course someone told me the news. Why do you usually offend so many people?"
Song Xin asked: "Is the person who told you the news named Wen?"
"Hmph, do you want to trick me? If I tell you or not, you will die. But I just like to make you look like a fool."
"You are really a villain."
Zhang Zhao's expression changed, and he showed a victorious smile, "Huh, it's useless for you to insult me. I will also write it down for you in the official document submitted by this officer."
Song Xin knew that he was just here to humiliate her and avenge his previous grudge. Then he turned his head and stopped looking at him.
Zhang Zhao sneered and came to a room not far from the prison. He looked inside through the small hole in the door.
Wei Qian's body was temporarily placed here and was covered with a piece of white cloth.
Zhang Zhao curled his lips, and an old man saw him coming and hurriedly came over to greet him. Zhang Zhao said: "Have the arrangements been made?"
The old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, sir, we can load the car tomorrow morning."
"Watch the ever-burning lantern tonight. Don't let it go out. Don't cause trouble for me." The rules at that time were that all newly deceased people must light the ever-burning lantern for three nights to light the way for the soul to the underworld. This old man is the lamp slave who is responsible for the ever-burning lamp.
"Don't worry, sir, everyone is dead, what else can happen?" the old man said with a smile.
Zhang Zhao agreed and went back to write an official document reporting Song Xin's murder today.
In the middle of the night, the crickets outside the window began to chirp, which was very sweet. The old man guarding the corpse felt sleepy when he heard the crickets chirping, so he sat in the corner of the room and took a nap.
I don’t know how long it took, but the crickets’ chirping disappeared, as if they were disturbed by something. The old man also rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that the oil lamp in the room was almost extinguished and it was dark.
The old man panicked, quickly got up, grabbed the oil can, and poured some oil into the lampstand.
After a while, the room became a little brighter again. The old man was satisfied and prepared to go back and continue to take a nap. However, the moment he turned around, the oil can couldn't help but fall from his hands and spilled on the floor with a clang.
Wei Qian, who was lying silently, was nowhere to be seen. Only the white cloth covering the body was thrown to the ground.
The old man was shaking like chaff, but he didn't dare to move an inch, for fear that if he turned around, a ferocious-looking monster would pounce in the darkness. I don't know how long it took, but the old man felt that his clothes were soaked with sweat.
Suddenly, a soft sound came from the dark corner of the room. The old man was so frightened that he couldn't help but turn his head and try his best to open his eyes, trying to distinguish whether there was something in the darkness.
I looked for a long time, but there was nothing.
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"Wei... Mr. Wei?" the old man called softly.
The darkness responded to him only with silence.
The old man quietly moved toward the door step by step. Finally, he reached the door and gently pulled the handle on the door. There was a "squeak" sound on the door, which scared the old man into a cold sweat.
He has been a lamp slave all his life, and this is the first time he has encountered such a strange thing.
When the door was opened just enough to fit through his body, the old man slid out like a catfish, and then quickly locked the door. This time he finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
"Crack!" There was another soft sound, and the old man was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He hurriedly looked for the sound, but it was a cat.
"call..."
The old man stood up and walked out quickly to find someone. At this time, his shoulder was tightly clasped by a hand. The old man turned his head and saw a pale and bloody hand on his shoulder. Wei Qian's pale face suddenly jumped out from the darkness behind him. In his pair of pale eyes, with pupils the size of sesame seeds and a weird smile, he stopped half an inch in front of the old man and looked at him.
The old man's eyes were so frightened that he fainted with a plop.
Wei Qian arched his body, his eyes facing the moonlight flashed with a ferocious light like a wild wolf, and looked towards the top of the mountain, where Zhang Zhao lived.
With a flick of his body like a bow, he quickly jumped onto the roof, using the cover of darkness to quietly reach Zhang Zhao's residence.
At this time, Zhang Zhao was revising official documents in his study. There were some words that he felt were too gentle, and he was afraid that Song Xin would escape. Finally, the draft was finished and when I was about to copy it, a gust of wind blew in and extinguished the light.
"Come here, hold the lamp!" Zhang Zhao ordered dissatisfiedly. Normally at this time, his servants would come over and light the lamp immediately.
The door opened, and a slave figure stood at the door. The moonlight behind her came in, and she could not see clearly.
"Why don't you light a lamp for me! Why are you standing still!?" Zhang Zhao was a little annoyed when he saw that the slave was just standing there, not coming in.
But halfway through his words, he heard a ticking sound, like water dripping on the ground. Zhang Zhao looked down and saw that the slave's feet were black, but the strong smell of blood still made Zhang Zhao realize something.
Soon enough, the slave's body flew in with a whoosh. Zhang Zhao was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. A strong fishy smell rushed into his nose. When he looked at his palms, they were all bloody.
"Ah!" Zhang Zhao screamed.
At this time, another figure rushed over, letting out a deep roar like a hungry beast.
When the figure jumped on Zhang Zhao, he could see the other person's face clearly. He saw Wei Qian's face and mouth full of blood, his pupils had shrunk like sesame seeds, and his pale eyes were staring at him.
"Wei...Wei Qian!?"
He never imagined that these would be the last words of his life. Wei Qian opened his mouth wide and bit Zhang Zhao's throat.
"Poof" a line of blood splashed on the white wall, and then with a roar of wild beasts, Zhang Zhao's body was torn to pieces. It was as if it had been torn apart by a pack of wolves.
After Wei Qian tore Zhang Zhao into pieces, he stood up like an obedient puppet, wiped the blood off his face, returned to the morgue at night, lifted up the white cloth and lay down, as if he had never woken up.
After a while, the lamp slave woke up leisurely. Remembering the terrifying scene just now, he jumped up and ran away. However, he accidentally looked back and saw that Wei Qian was still lying down.
The old man was stunned, rubbed the back of his head and muttered: "Did I have a nightmare?"
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