"Dong Cheng's house, the file is here. I'll wait outside the door while you take a closer look."
Lin Boss Bo closed the door and left. For a while, only Xihe and Fulu were left in the quiet study. The two picked up the file and read it from top to bottom. Previously, at the inn, Lin Boss Bo told Xihe that the deer antlers were from a death row prisoner. Got it by accident.
The criminal had killed someone and had been executed not long ago. It was impossible to ask him personally, so Xihe asked if he could check the file.
The afternoon light shines in from the window, and fine dust floats in the air. The case of the death row prisoner is not complicated. It is just a gangster who took the order to assassinate the county magistrate. As a result, the county government had already set up a dragnet, and the death row prisoner was caught on the spot without two seconds. He was asked and killed on the same day.
Xihe frowned, so the clue was just lost?
She looked back and saw that the content behind it was even more lacking. She only talked about how vicious this person was and how he dared to assassinate an official of the imperial court, and the rest was gone.
She reluctantly put down the file and was about to call Fulu back. When she turned around, she found that the old man was holding the file with an obscure expression on his face. She looked at the file and then at Fulu, wondering: "What's wrong? Do you know this person?" people?"
Fulu put down the file, stood up gracefully, and put the file into the portfolio: "It was a one-sided relationship."
When Xihe heard this, he quickly asked, but Fulu stopped talking. He turned around and walked to the door to open it. The voice of the forest owner Bo's inquiry soon came from outside the door. Xihe was speechless and quickly patted his butt to follow.
On the way back to Yujiao Pavilion, Xihe kept trying to find out, but Fulu said nothing.
Xihe: "..."
The next day, the group said goodbye to the shopkeeper and left Wushuang City.
The road was bumpy and uneven. Xihe asked Fulu directly where he should go next. Unexpectedly, this person remained silent, and then said he wanted to get off the car to go to the toilet, but he never came back.
Xihe looked at the hot sun above his head, speechless and choked. This guy couldn't help but run away if he had a chance.
She motioned for everyone to spread out and search for people.
The breeze blew, bringing bursts of sultry heat. Xihe walked aimlessly. She actually didn't know where Fulu was, so she just followed her feeling. As she walked, she found it between Yungui Realm and Baiyun Realm. The unconscious Fulu.
Xihe: ...Professional in porcelain.
She picked him up and put him in the shade, then started to take out the knife.
The smell of blood spread to the tip of his nose and became stronger. Fu Lu couldn't stand the stimulation and woke up.
With her crooked smiling eyes, red lips, and the alluring sunlight behind her, Fu Lu instantly knew that he had fallen into the hands of this woman again, and his heart suddenly became filled with despair: "Dong Cheng's family really has great hands and eyes."
Xihe:? ? To be honest, it was obviously you who was lying on the roadside, okay?
But seeing the old guy dying, Xihe couldn't bear it. She smiled and stabbed: "Can't you leave Yungui?"
Fu Lu raised his eyelids, glanced at her lightly and then slowly closed them.
Xihe sent a signal to the sky, bent down to help him stand up, and leaned on himself: "Fulu, just accept your fate. We are destined to be bound together. You have escaped countless times, but you have to come back to me in the end. "
Fu Lu turned a deaf ear, but could not help but slowly tighten the hand hanging by his side.
As she said, he really couldn't get out of the clouds.
Even if one of the antlers has been recovered.
The damaged antlers contained divine power, but it could not be used at all. He still needed her to bleed for life in order to find the remaining antlers.
Fu Lu looked at the winding road ahead and felt that life was a rough road and was never up to anyone.
As soon as the two of them reached the halfway point, the coachman drove the carriage and staggered over. After picking up the two of them, he immediately drove southwest. After a while, they came out of Yunguijing. Fulu suddenly fell down on the table, his whole body People are extremely weak.
Xihe was startled and quickly fed him a bowl of blood water. Fulu's pale, paper-like face softened slightly.
Xihe frowned: "The driver will be watching the road ahead, so don't use your divine power all the time."
With such a knife attack every day, she was really afraid that she would die of blood loss one day. Fu Lu lowered his eyes and nodded slowly... Passing by a village, Xihe wanted to stay overnight in the village, and the village chief received them.
Xihe looked around and saw all the villagers with bitter faces.
Ah Lu was instantly frightened. Everyone was so skinny that if they didn't still have breath, they would have thought they were mummies.
"Guest, guest, please have a good rest. If you call me if you need anything, I'll be right outside the door."
The village chief nodded and bowed and left.
The coachman was extremely vigilant: "Master, be careful of fraud!"
During the disaster years, people's hearts were in chaos. The villagers in this village were so hungry that their eyes glowed green when they saw them. Although they looked simple and kind, who knew that these people were trying to dispel their wariness and then break them in one fell swoop?
At night, when everyone was asleep, they were attacked secretly or drugged in the food, and they were simply suppressed and beaten.
Xihe slept on the bed as a matter of course, and just waved his hand to express his understanding.
At night, the small village was very quiet. Occasionally, a crow's pitiful cry could be heard. The coachman was instantly frightened, frightened and intimidated. He stared at the window all night with his eyes open. The next day, he had huge dark circles under his eyes.
Ah Lu was surprised: "Uncle Zhang, what are you..."
The driver scratched his head, embarrassed to say that he had not slept all night.
Xihe got up and washed up. The village chief came to call them to eat. On the table, the rice soup was thin. Only Xihe and Fulu's bowls were full. The village chief's children suddenly cried. Xihe and the two were quite helpless. measures.
Fulu distributed the rice to the children, and Xihe followed suit.
Everyone at the table, except the master and servant Xihe, ate with great appreciation, and the children even filled their bowls very cleanly.
Because they were passing by, the group of people planned to leave after eating. However, they turned around and looked at the miserable faces of the villagers, and felt a deep sense of shame in their hearts. They were not at all what the driver imagined, wanting to put medicine in their bowls and tie them up. Get up and ask for money or share to fill your stomach.
They are all kind and honest people. Even the food Xihe eats is borrowed from the village chief from door to door.
Xihe sighed: "Stop the car."
The carriage staggered to a stop. Xihe took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the coachman: "Let them go to the Cheng family's shop to ask for food. By the way, let the people in the shop give out porridge a few more times."
The driver left, and Xihe leaned against the wall of the car, closing his eyes and resting.
"Thank you, my benefactor. Thank you, my benefactor. You are so kind. The mountain god will bless you."
Blessings came from behind, Xihe subconsciously raised his eyes, and saw Fu Lu across from him with a dazed look in his eyes. The cup in his hand tilted slowly, and the water flowed on the mat... Xihe opened the curtains and looked back.
The small village is located among the clouds and mist. The houses are short and dilapidated, and the villagers have sad faces.
They knelt down, with tears in their eyes, and kept kowtowing to their benefactors, their gratitude beyond words.
