After Qing Shisan said those two words "dead".
It was as if he were really dead and motionless.
Scar Lao Liu used the fire to bake a small knife red, scraped up the ointment and rubbed and poked it on Qing Shisan's knees. Even Zheng Xiu's flesh hurt when he saw it. The knife seemed to be scraping on his own flesh - - Qing Shisan didn't even frown, and seemed to have no reaction to the outside world.
Some people die, but they still live. This is a great man.
There are people alive who are already dead. There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
Dad belongs to the former category, and Qing Shisan obviously belongs to the latter category.
In order for Qing Shisan to take care of his injuries, Scar Laoliu followed Zheng Xiu anxiously outside the house.
Scar Lao Liu hesitated and said: "There is something I want to say, and I don't know whether I should say it or not. If I don't say it, I'm afraid his life will be in danger. If I tell it, I'm afraid... Ba's life will be in danger." After finishing speaking, His eyes tilted up and he glanced at Zheng Xiu secretly.
"Um?"
After all, Zheng Xiu was someone who had been on the battlefield. He raised his eyebrows and his sharp eyes were as sharp as knives, scaring Scar Laoliu to take a step back.
"Say, you have something to say but it doesn't hurt to say it."
Scar Laoliu shook his head vigorously.
He was afraid that if he told the truth, he would be beaten to death by Zheng Haoran's son before the patient inside died.
at this time.
Zheng Xiu's ears twitched, his expression changed slightly, he took a step forward and covered Scar Lao Liu's mouth.
Scar Laoliu's first reaction was that this beast had no martial ethics, suddenly got violent and hurt people, and wanted to kill and silence him. After a while, a row of neat footsteps sounded outside the door, rumbling by in a hurry. Scar Laoliu struggled for a moment, came to his senses, and did not dare to move again.
"Shh!"
Zheng Xiu raised his index finger.
Scar Laoliu's eyes indicated that he understood, and he nodded vigorously.
Zheng Xiu made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Scar Laoliu nodded harder.
After a while, the patrolling soldiers walked away. Zheng Xiu patted Scar Laoliu on the shoulder: "Actually, you don't have to be afraid of me. We are friends."
"ah?"
Scar Laoliu opened his mouth.
In an instant, Scar Lao Liu had a very strange feeling. At first, he thought it was ridiculous. They had never met each other a few times. How could they become friends if you even hit me in the eye? But suddenly, a strange sense of déjà vu came to his mind, and he was inexplicably unable to refute this sentence.
This is the second time. The first time I had this strange sense of déjà vu was when Zheng Xiu brought Qing Shisan here. According to Scar Laoliu's usual law-abiding and self-restrained nature in practicing medicine, he would have reported it to the official immediately. I don't know if it was because the wind was so strong that night that he washed his hair, causing convulsions and water in his brain, but somehow he agreed to hide the fugitive.
Later, Scar Laoliu touched his swollen eye and silently concluded: First, it was for the sake of money, and second, it was because of the "eye" fate.
Scar Laoliu shook his head vigorously, throwing away the weird "sense of déjà vu" behind his head. He carried a small bucket to the well to draw water and wash his hands.
While washing, he muttered:
"Isn't this matter going to be revealed to us? The soldiers in the city have been running very diligently these past two days."
"It shouldn't matter." Zheng Xiu shook his head: "A forgotten fugitive will not let so many people go to war. It should be because... Shi Wentong, the Minister of Punishment, is dead."
"Ah ha?" Scar Laoliu's eyes widened, he wiped his half-washed hands on his pants, and said in surprise: "Master Shi is dead again?"
Zheng Xiu nodded: "Well, Mr. Shi is dead."
After a brief silence.
Zheng Xiu's scalp suddenly became numb. He looked at Scar Old Liu in disbelief: "What did you just say?"
Looking at Zheng Xiu's cannibalistic gaze, Scar Laoliu felt his scalp numb and his legs trembled as he said, "I said, 'This is our matter...'"
"No, the last sentence!"
"Master Shi is dead again."
"Why did you say 'again'?"
Scar Laoliu was completely stunned: "Yes! Why did Ba Mou say 'again'!"
This is obviously the first time Shi Wen Tong has died!
Why do I say "again"?
"Look at my face," Zheng Xiu said seriously, grabbing Scar Lao Liu's shoulder and shaking it back and forth: "Did you remember anything?"
Scar Lao Liu was so stunned by Zheng Xiu that he couldn't remember anything except the strange word "again".
Is it a "slip of the tongue"?
When Zheng Xiu left Ba Liufu Medical Center, on the way back, he kept thinking over and over again about Scar Lao Liu's "nonsense words".
Ever since he saved his father and came to the new world line, Zheng Xiu has always felt that something was wrong.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there were discrepancies in his memory. This feeling could not simply be explained by "amnesia". He was very sure that he did not have amnesia. Except for the brief gap when he "saved dad" at the end of the ancient battlefield, he could remember all his memories clearly. But during this "clear" moment, Zheng Xiu always felt that there was something unexplainable about it, which made him feel that there were contradictions in the cause and effect.
Now, Scar Laoliu's inadvertent words awakened Zheng Xiu.
"Could there be... an error in the process of shifting the world line?"
"It's off, but not completely off?"
I pondered all the way to the door of Zheng's house.
Next to the ancient mottled stone lion, Huo Huo, who was wearing armor and looking energetic, was leaning silently on the stone lion with his arms folded.
"Uncle Huo."
Zheng Xiu stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Are you coming to play with my dad? Why don't you go in?"
Huo Huo pursed his lips and did not answer, staring closely into Zheng Xiu's eyes.
He suddenly stopped Zheng Xiu's shoulders with force and laughed three times: "Good nephew! Let's go! Have a drink with my uncle!"
Kaka!
Huo Huo hugged him so hard that Zheng Xiu's shoulder joints made a crisp sound.
This is no different from kidnapping.
Zheng Xiu was slightly startled and nodded without saying anything.
Under Huo Huo's "hijacking", Huo Huo took Zheng Xiu to a sluggish restaurant in the west of the city.
In the past, every street in the West Market belonged to the Zheng family. Now that the Zheng family's business empire is gone, the shops here are all doing their own thing. They are far less prosperous and lively than when the Zheng family controlled it, and they look deserted.
In the Western Market, Zheng Xiu saw some businessmen from outside Daqian. There are thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, and there are even some in Northern Barbarian attire.
Now Daqian has opened trade routes with the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians respectively.
The name of the restaurant is very rustic, it's called "Tuanyuan Zhai".
The owner of the restaurant is a young man with a shy face. He is using a pair of scissors to cut the air-dried beef jerky, a specialty from the outside world, into strips for cooking.
"ah?"
Zheng Xiu looked at the young man playing with scissors and was dumbfounded. He had an impression of this person. After he established the disaster prevention bureau, many of the night guards at Weiyang abandoned the dark side and chose to work for other bosses. Among them was a "mourner" named "Wu Liu Qi".
it's him.
Now he is the owner of a restaurant?
Zheng Xiu looked away silently.
He saved his father, but changed the fate of everyone in the world.
"Masters, please use it slowly!"
After a while, Wuliuqi personally brought a pot of wine, peanuts, salted chicken and other side dishes to the table.
As we ate, the store became empty.
Huo Huo picked up the peanuts with his chopsticks and threw them into his mouth. After holding them between them, he suddenly asked: "Did you kill Shi Wentong?"
There was no foreshadowing, no transition, and I asked this question as soon as I opened my mouth.
Zheng Xiu was silent for a while. When Huo Huo held him hostage in that way and came here, Zheng Xiu vaguely sensed that Huo Huo wanted to talk to him, otherwise he wouldn't be standing guard at the door of Zheng's house.
Therefore, when Huo Huo asked this question, Zheng Xiu breathed a sigh of relief. Since he knew that he had killed Swen Tong, he still used this method instead of bringing troops to see him, which showed that there was something fishy in it.
Sophistry at this time will only make your own momentum at a disadvantage. Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, and before Huo Huo lowered his chopsticks, he snatched a peanut from under his chopsticks with lightning speed, put it in his mouth, chewed it with gusto, "The peanuts are very crispy when fried."
Shi Wentong was indeed killed by Zheng Xiu.
Meeting each other is also fate.
Swin Tong died once in his hands, and it would be nothing if he died again.
The most important thing is that when Zheng Xiu rescued Qing Shisan, he found out that Qing Shisan's legs were broken on Shi Wentong's order.
For the first time in a long time, Zheng Xiu used the painting technique of "Little Ghost Capturing Souls" to take away Shi Wentong's human soul.
Zheng Xiu did this flawlessly, and specifically chose the hand Shi Wentong used when he was having an affair with his concubine. No matter which prisoner came, he still died on the horse's wind.
There is no suspense about the outcome.
He believed that Huo Huo had no evidence. Huo Huo could guess that this matter must be related to the "passing warrant".
Huo Huo watched helplessly as Zheng Xiu snatched away a peanut from him. He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "That Sikong Zhui Ming is already a useless person. It's not worth it for you to save him. Once he is found out, you will only lose yourself." Exposed to risk.”
Zheng Xiu shook his head gently and said calmly: "He saved my life."
Huo Huo frowned when he heard this: "When?"
Zheng Xiu smiled and said nothing.
Huo Huo suddenly found that the nephew he had watched grow up in front of him had become somewhat strange and incomprehensible.
Huo Huo watched him grow up and see him wearing crotchless pants. When he was a child, he insisted on learning how to sword.
"You..." Since Zheng Xiu didn't want to answer, Huo Huo didn't force it. It didn't matter that Sikong Zhuiming was in charge. He just asked casually. Without getting any results, Huo Huo turned to another matter. He lowered his voice and moved closer to the table: "When did you become a royalist?"
ah?
Bang.
Zheng Xiu stared, his chopsticks slipped from his hands and fell on the table.
He quickly picked it up.
There are so many thoughts in my mind.
What royalists?
After a moment of silence, Zheng Xiu recalled what he had learned over the past few days and vaguely understood.
Now after the death of the previous emperor Wei Yangzun, the young prince came to the throne at the critical moment, but he was still a child and could not decide political affairs. Now the eldest princess is assisting the government behind the curtain in the court.
The royalists, as the name suggests, are the faction that protects the current little emperor.
What about the other faction?
The answer is ready to come out.
Huo Huo misunderstood that he killed Shi Wentong. Was Zheng Xiu on the royalist side?
So Swinton is the guy on the other side?
What does the other side want to do?
What does the eldest princess... want to do?
Zheng Xiu narrowed his eyes, becoming an empress?
He seemed to have accidentally gotten involved in the whirlpool called politics.
Through Huo Huo's words, Zheng Xiu straightened things out in an instant. Zheng Xiu shook his head decisively: "No."
"Haha!" Huo Huo smiled, obviously not believing it. He continued to lower his voice and said: "Although Shi Wentong is a waste, it is precisely because of this that he was appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Justice against all objections by the eldest princess!"
"Now that Shi Wentong is dead, he is clearly going against the eldest princess!"
"Whether you are or not, once people know that you killed Swen Tong, you will be dead!"
"Nowadays, the dispute between the two factions seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact there is a raging undercurrent! You are confused! Why do you want to get involved? Your Zheng family has its back against the Northern Barbarians, and no one dares to touch you one bit! No one dares to touch you! Everyone is willing to see something happen to you. Everyone hopes that you and your wife will live a long life and have more fat sons! After all, your marriage to the daughter of the Wolf King means peace between the two countries! "
"But you just couldn't think about it and got involved?"
Huo Huo seemed to have a grudge against the peanuts. He bit the peanuts into pieces with all his strength and glared at Zheng Xiu: "My dear nephew! What do you think you are trying to do?"
Zheng Xiu was made dumbfounded by Huo Dou's eloquent talk.
What am I planning?
I don’t have any pictures!
Killing Shi Wentong was really a pure accident and chance encounter. How come you don’t believe me when I tell the truth?
Besides, can anyone find evidence?
Now that Ye Weiyang is gone, no one knows how to investigate the mystery. There is no solution to the crime committed by thaumaturgy.
Zheng Xiu was confident.
After a small drink, Huo Huo seemed to have no intention of taking down Zheng Xiu on the spot.
In the end, Zheng Xiu didn't see "which side" Huo Huo was on.
"I suddenly miss Lao Wei a little bit."
When I left the Reunion House, I looked up at the night sky and saw that the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Zheng Xiu was quite sad.
After the death of Lao Wei, Chao Gang was in chaos, and all kinds of monsters and monsters came out.
What about the three princes?
Zheng Xiu actually couldn't figure it out. In the past, the three princes were more tossing than the other when they were seizing the throne. Now that Old Wei has passed away, all three princes are inexplicably muted, and there is also an "eldest princess" who has never heard of it.
"The eldest princess is really good at suppressing the three princes and assisting the government behind the scenes. Before the little emperor grows up, there is no difference between the eldest princess and the empress."
Back home, the lights are dim.
Zheng Xiu looked at the empty wall on the roof.
This is the fortieth day that he misses the brotherhood.
Back in the room, a lamp was lit on the table and a bowl of food was left.
The food was already cold when she heard some noise. Yue Linglong, who was wearing a light green bellyband on the bed, rubbed her eyes and got up. She said in a half-asleep state: "Husband, are you back? I'll warm it up for you..."
"?"
"Hot...meal."
She got up like a sleepwalker.
Zheng Xiu carried Yue Linglong back to the bed and patted her back gently. Yue Linglong muttered "no" and finally fell asleep, snoring like a kitten.
Zheng Xiu looked at Yue Linglong's white back. For a moment, the outline of her back with disheveled black hair was blurred.
"call."
Heaving a sigh of relief, Zheng Xiu came outside and sat on the steps.
The moonlight is pleasant, the moon is almost full tonight. He took out the diary.
A lot of things seemed to have happened today, but it seemed... nothing to write about.
No serious person would write down his or her inner thoughts in a diary.
After pondering for a moment, Zheng Xiu put pen to paper and wrote two sentences.
[There is only one way to save Qing Shisan. 】
[That is, let him become a stranger. 】
After writing this sentence, Zheng Xiu paused with his pen and frowned.
"I almost forgot that the 'ferryman' thing was obtained by killing Bai Qiuyue from another world line."
"Bai Qiuyue seems to be a natural stranger."
"In this timeline, if Bai Qiuyue is still alive..."
"Wouldn't it be that there are two 'ferryman' monsters existing at the same time?"
Thinking of this, Zheng Xiu was stunned.
He closed the diary and looked back. Yue Linglong was still sleeping soundly. He went out at night.
Daqian Tianlao is like his second home.
Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered an old joke:
“How many steps are needed to put an elephant in a refrigerator?”
"Three steps: open the refrigerator, put the elephant in, close the refrigerator."
And how many steps are needed to break into the prison without anyone noticing?
For Zheng Xiu, there are also three steps.
He came to the back of the prison.
Draw a door; open the door; go in.
Zheng Xiu returned to the cell as if he were going home. Sink into the prison of the heart, sit on the game table, and attract parchment scrolls.
The [Prisoner] panel recorded on the parchment is still in a state of chaos.
Zheng Xiu sighed softly and looked at the "black heart" bound on the chain.
After a while.
Zheng Xiu opened his eyes in the sky prison, and a dark heart appeared in his hand.
"Zizzizi——"
The moment the "ferryman" strange thing appeared, Zheng Xiu heard a harsh noise in his ears. Looking down, the heart turned translucent, like a TV picture with signal interference, and intermittent lightning-like "afterimages" appeared on the surface of the heart.
The heart was lightened in Zheng Xiu's hands, weightless, and held lightly.
A bunch of intermittent afterimages like tentacles stretched out from the heart, trembling, pointing straight in a certain direction.
