Before the man looking for the dragon beads came to the door, Qin Liuxi waited for Jing Xiaosi first. Because his stepmother, Mrs. Niu, was dead, and his cheap brother was neither alive nor dead, he suspected it was Taiyang Taoist Priest. It was taken.
Jing Xiaosi came to Qin Liuxi because Mrs. Niu's death was a bit strange, and he wanted Qin Liuxi to come and take a look.
Zhuangzi of the Jing family was not far from Shengjing, but it only took two hours to arrive. The Marquis of Chang'an was also on Zhuangzi. When he saw Qin Liuxi, his eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose, so he snorted.
"Is your father blaming me for taking off his cuckold?" Qin Liuxi whispered to Jing Xiaosi.
Jing Xiaosi: "Don't worry about him, it's just a shame."
Qin Liuxi nodded seriously: "I understand, this man has been wearing his hat for a long time, and when he suddenly took it off, his head felt chilly, and his head hurt when the wind blew. Maybe he is not used to it."
Jing Xiaosi: "..."
Although I don't have any admiration for this father, you really don't treat me as an outsider, you don't treat me like an outsider!
The Marquis of Chang'an stopped and turned around. A cold light shot out from his eyes towards Qin Liuxi. "You can keep your voice a little quieter to see if I can hear you."
Qin Liuxi grinned at him.
The Marquis of Chang'an was extremely angry. He flicked his sleeves and walked forward quickly.
Qin Liuxi sighed and said to Jing Xiaosi: "You must not act like your father. This is not good." He looked arrogant and attracted hatred.
The servants in Zhuangzi's main courtyard have long been taken away, and the main room in the main courtyard is guarded by several guards, and others are not allowed to approach.
Qin Liuxi stopped talking and just walked along, looking at the main house and its surroundings.
That's not right. There is no resentment at all when a person dies. Could it be that he dies in peace?
Walking into the main room, Qin Liuxi looked around and raised his eyebrows. It was really clean, with no resentment and no yin energy.
"Young Master, we're here." Jing Xiaosi reminded.
Qin Liuxi walked into the room, looked at the bed, and made a sound.
Lying on the bed was a skinny mummy, as if something had sucked all the blood and essence from his body.
Qin Liuxi stepped forward, casually tore off the gauze and wrapped his hands, and moved Mrs. Niu's neck. At the aorta, he saw a wound punctured by a dagger. There were small teeth marks next to the wound.
"After being sucked in essence and blood, the people guarding didn't hear any movement?" Qin Liuxi asked.
The Marquis of Chang'an said with a dark face: "In order to make Taoist Taiyang throw himself into a trap, this Zhuangzi was guarded like an iron barrel, with exposed and concealed posts. But how did people enter and how did they leave? I didn't even notice it. This Taoist priest is just like a gutter rat, he's so evasive, he really can't get on the stage."
Does this mean that mulberry trees and huai trees are too long to live?
Qin Liuxi narrowed his eyes, straightened up and chuckled: "Unfortunately, Mr. Hou still asked the rat in the gutter to make a mess. From now on, Mr. Hou should be more careful, especially when sleeping, don't sneak in silently around him. What a rat, it’s not beautiful like her!”
She pointed to Mrs. Cow.
Marquis Chang'an froze, his face so gloomy that he could drip ink, and he glared at Qin Liuxi hatefully.
Qin Liuxi was not afraid at all, and even raised his lips provocatively. She was kind enough to remind him not to underestimate this gutter rat, or he would die without knowing it.
Yes, it was just a friendly reminder, not a threat. She is a generous and good person.
Jing Xiaosi said to the Marquis of Chang'an calmly, "If father feels unwell, just wait outside."
If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. Don't offend others. Otherwise, the Jing family will get into trouble without even finding a capable person to help.
The Marquis of Chang'an became even more angry, flicked his sleeves and walked aside.
Jing Xiaosi cupped his hands towards Qin Liuxi and said, "Young master, don't be surprised. There are indeed many hidden stakes, but I haven't heard any movement. This..."
He glanced at Mrs. Niu and felt lingering fear.
They were sucked dry of essence and blood, but no one noticed the movement. Just as Qin Liuxi said, if the other party really wanted to retaliate against them, would the piles around them still be useful?
Qin Liuxi said: "Jinhua Temple does uphold the right path, but Taoist Taiyang master has learned some sinister evil arts from somewhere, and he has mastered them, which proves that his Taoist talent is not low, otherwise he would not be able to successfully attack you. Casting this life-stealing spell. A Taoist priest with such ability is not just a magic stick or a gutter rat. It is possible to use blind tricks or even attract ghosts to cover his eyes and ears, and it doesn't take much effort."
Marquis Chang'an, who was ridiculed again, dug his nails into his palms. His mouth was as sharp as a knife.
Jing Xiaosi asked again: "Is Jing Wu dead or alive?"
Qin Liuxi knew the child's birth date, counted it with his fingers, and said, "The life span is over, but..."
"how?"
Qin Liuxi shook his head. The calculation of the eight characters was unclear and blurred, as if he was not bound by the world.
What did this evil Taoist Master Taiyang do to that child, and what does he plan to do?
What is certain is that the small tooth mark on Mrs. Niu's neck must belong to the child. Let the child suck the mother's blood?
Qin Liuxi hissed, doesn't Taoist Taiyang want to raise his son into a little zombie, and then create a father-son partnership?
"Does this woman have her horoscope?" Qin Liuxi asked, pointing to Mrs. Niu.
Jing Xiaosi looked at the Marquis of Chang'an.
The Marquis of Chang'an saw Qin Liuxi's face was a little solemn, and he uttered a birth date.
Qin Liuxi took the incense and lit it, then pulled out a jade hairpin from Mrs. Niu's head, lit it to summon the soul, opened her thin lips slightly, and recited the soul-summoning spell.
But after she read it twice, Mrs. Niu's spirit didn't come to her, so she gave up.
"Her soul is also gone."
Jing Xiaosi asked: "What does this mean? Has she gone to be reincarnated?"
"She died in vain. Seeing her death, she must be unwilling to accept it. People who die in vain must have resentments. They will not go to the underworld wholeheartedly to report reincarnation, but wander around the world or find someone to take revenge. Even if she does die, she is still a new ghost. I can definitely summon her. But in fact, I can't. It can only be said that her soul is either imprisoned or scattered, because here, there is neither resentment nor yin energy, it is clean."
Jing Xiaosi was stunned.
"Isn't she from Taoist Taiyang? Would you treat her like this?" Chang'an Hou finally said.
Qin Liuxi said with a half-smile: "It's just a woman. The Marquis of Chang'an doesn't care. As a man, Taoist Taiyang will care? If he cares, he won't just take his son away."
Chang'an Hou's face turned green and he snorted heavily.
Jing Xiaosi pursed his lips and sighed: "It seems like they have no idea what happened to them?"
"Not necessarily." Qin Liuxi looked at a peach tree outside the window and stuck his head out: "Who is that, come here."
On the peach tree, a hidden guard jumped down.
"I'm not telling you to disappear. It's a ghost living in the tree behind you. Come out here." Qin Liuxi waved: "If you don't come, I will send you to be reincarnated!"
Everyone was stunned: "..."
Let them ask ignorantly, what is the ghost living in the tree?
It was really fun to play the plot while taking a walk after dinner, and then overturn what I had planned and come up with something else.
Unfortunately, Brainwave cannot share notebooks and automatically produce manuscripts. The keyboard is not a mature and sensible keyboard. It can automatically code manuscripts and it is difficult to produce an extra word after completing the fourth task of the day.
Alas, I am so miserable after thinking about everything for a long time. I would like to ask everyone, in which direction can I kowtow to find a mature and sensible keyboard?
Keyboard: It’s my fault!
