Mo Shoucheng took Zhou Wuci into the carriage.
Zhao Xiaowu raised his whip and the carriage continued to gallop towards Duanjiabao.
Along the way, Mo Shoucheng didn't say a word, and Zhou Wuci naturally didn't dare to say more.
There were not many pedestrians on the official road, but the curtain of the carriage was always hanging down, which made Zhou Wuci feel a little stuffy.
He leaned against the wall of the carriage and fell asleep, but he was even more upset.
His eyes always glance at the things behind the carriage inadvertently.
At the back of the carriage, next to where Mo Shoucheng was sitting, there was a pile of something covered with linen.
At first glance, it looked like a person was lying there curled up.
Zhou Wuci felt strange in his heart, and goosebumps appeared all over his body for no reason.
He felt that if he were a human being, why would he curl up and sleep here? And cover it with linen?
But if he is not a human being, he looks more and more like him...
People are like this sometimes. Once your thinking reaches a certain point, it becomes easier to be more serious.
Especially, in this small space, in this stuffy environment.
An impulse suddenly surged in Zhou Wuci's heart.
He really wanted to peel off the linen cloth and see...
But, he knew that he couldn't.
So, he endured it.
However, his heart became more curious, and his eyes kept looking upwards unconsciously.
Zhou Wuci raised his head and glanced at Mo Shoucheng, only to see him sizing him up.
"It's a bit boring!" Zhou Wuci looked a little embarrassed and pointed at the curtain of the carriage. "Master Mo, can you open the curtain to let some wind blow in?"
Mo Shoucheng said nothing and raised his head slightly in the direction of the car curtain.
If Zhou Wuci was granted amnesty, he hurriedly reached out and lifted up the curtain.
The sky has darkened.
The last ray of sunset turned the horizon into blood.
A ray of sunlight penetrated from the nearby woods, just crossed Zhao Xiaowu's right arm with the riding whip raised, and fell on his face.
Zhou Wuci was shocked again.
Just now, when he saw Zhao Xiaowu, he felt that he looked familiar.
However, I can't remember where I saw it.
At this moment, he finally remembered.
I have indeed seen him.
I met him when I was at Wangjiang Art Museum.
Just the night before Guofeng kidnapped Duan Wenjun.
At that time, Liu's mother just told him that she was the nurse of a distinguished guest in the art hall.
Of course, he later found out that the distinguished guest that Liu’s mother was talking about was Gust of Wind.
If you think about it carefully, since Duan Wenjun has taken in the bandits from Moon Island, it is normal for the people of Guofeng to work for him.
Zhou Wuci breathed in the cool air outside, trying to calm himself down.
Too many things had happened recently, which made his mind feel like a blur and he couldn't turn around at all.
Since he announced that he no longer has anything to do with Liu's mother decades ago, every time he goes to Wangjiang Art Museum by himself, he does so quietly without bumping into anyone.
He had always felt that his relationship with Liu's mother was very hidden.
It is impossible for outsiders to know that they actually have intersections.
Some time before Guofeng kidnapped Duan Wenjun, Liu's mother had taken Zhou Wuci to a small courtyard on the outskirts of the city.
Moreover, she told Zhou Wuci that if something happened to her or she disappeared, she would go there to find her.
Obviously, Mother Liu had already anticipated the danger at that time.
It's just that he didn't notice anything strange at the time.
Later, Liu's mother disappeared.
Zhou Wuci went to the small courtyard, but did not find her.
Then, when he returned to Sihai College, Zhang Wenjian found him.
He didn't know how Zhang Wenjian found out about his relationship with Liu's mother.
However, Zhang Wenjian not only knew about their relationship, but also knew that he was looking for Liu's mother.
Zhang Wenjian told him that Liu's mother was in his hands and asked him to listen to him.
Zhou Wuci had no choice.
Therefore, he arranged for the wind and rain to happen.
But he was a little strange. Zhang Wenjian found him a few months before Feng Zhongyu attacked Duan Mansion.
Could it be that at that time, Zhang Wenjian would know that Fengzhongyu would fail?
It seems that it doesn't make sense or figure out.
However, even if he couldn't figure it out, he didn't dare to say anything.
After all, Liu's mother was in Zhang Wenjian's hands, and he had no choice.
Even though he was reported and imprisoned by Guanxing, he always followed Zhang Wenjian's request and confessed everything.
Of course, he didn't understand even more why Zhang Wenjian asked him to report him and tell the government that he had colluded with Feng Zhongyu.
Too many doubts occupied Zhou Wuci's mind. No matter how much he thought, he could not think clearly or understand it.
However, what made him even more surprised was, why did Liu's mother go to Duanjiabao again?
Did she fall into Duan Wenjun's hands early on, and Zhang Wenjian has been lying to him?
Or did Duan Wenjun save her from Zhang Wenjian?
Liu's mother was one of the middlemen who kidnapped Duan Wenjun.
Zhou Wuci could conclude that Duan Wenjun absolutely hated her.
How could Duan Wenjun save her?
This is unreasonable.
However, what Mo Shoucheng brought was Liu's mother's token.
Only he and Mother Liu would know the meaning of the silver hairpin that Mo Shoucheng showed him.
Therefore, Mo Shoucheng definitely did not lie to him.
However, Mo Shoucheng refused to say anything, so he asked him to go find Duan Wenjun if he had any questions.
Zhou Wuci still had no choice.
He has deeply understood the feeling of "I am a fish and meat for others".
He feels that he is just a fish now...
He let out a long breath, then lowered the curtain and sat back in the carriage.
A wisp of mountain wind blew up the curtain, blew into the carriage, and blew up the piece of linen in the corner.
Zhou Wuci finally saw what was under the linen.
It turned out to be a pale face.
In this dim light, it looked extremely scary.
His expression suddenly changed, and his body involuntarily hid towards the front of the car.
The carriage of the carriage was not big to begin with. As soon as he hid, he suddenly felt that there was nothing in front of him. He moved directly outside the curtain and fell towards the carriage.
Just when he was about to fall off the carriage, a pair of big hands grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Xuetu Zhou, be careful!"
"Thank you, Master Mo." Zhou Wuci was still in shock, his body was still trembling, and he bowed to Mo Shoucheng.
If you had just fallen off the carriage, you would have been crushed by the wheels.
Under the wheels of a carriage traveling at such a fast speed, even if you don't die, you may be seriously injured.
Mo Shoucheng didn't answer him. He held his sword and continued to fall asleep against the carriage.
At this moment, Zhou Wuci's eyes once again fell on the face in the corner.
This time he was mentally prepared. Although he was still very scared, he was no longer as panicked as before.
He finally saw the face clearly, and was stunned for a moment, then frowned, as if he was deep in thought.
Because he had already seen clearly that it was a corpse.
Moreover, it was the corpse of an acquaintance...
