Seeing Jing Yuan's face getting worse and worse, Wen Zhaozhao cupped his hands and said with a serious look: "Everyone, please give me Wen Zhaozhao some face. There is indeed something fishy about Uncle Li's death. I saw it with my own eyes, but with the prince Your Highness has nothing to do with it." After saying that, she was still a little overjoyed, feeling that she was really educated.
The cow was so angry that she didn't want to listen to Wen Zhaozhao's excuse. She decided to make Wen Zhaozhao and Jing Yuan his accomplices with just one sentence. She also had a share in the rotten leaves and bad eggs all over the floor.
Wen Zhaozhao held his head and rushed to Jing Yuan to tug on his clothes: "His Royal Highness, let's get out of the way first. If we don't get hit to death, we will be drowned in spit."
The rotten eggs gave off a stench that made stars appear in Zhaozhao's eyes.
Jing Yuan grabbed her hand and tilted his head to one side. If he listened carefully, he could still hear the grunting from his throat due to anger. When Wen Zhaozhao came to his senses, he had already arrived at the prince's residence.
"Brother Yuan, we found Lady Rat." When Yin He saw him coming back, he twisted his nose and punched her again. He looked at Wen Zhaozhao beside Jing Yuan with disgust: "What did Miss Wen eat today? Why is it so smelly? "
Yin He was only five hundred years older than Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming, and they had become very familiar with each other after two days of playing around. Unfortunately, he had developed a young and mature character by following Jing Yuan all day long.
It was really hard to pick up any pot, so Jing Yuan turned away and entered the clean room with a dark face.
Wen Zhaozhao saw that he was flattering and slapped the horse's hooves. He crossed his arms and laughed at him: "I didn't eat anything today. I just walked around the market with His Highness and met some unruly people. You should go there because of the stench." Ask His Highness the Crown Prince, look, it’s tasteless now.”
She was only halfway through her words when she saw an arrow-like spiritual technique fly out from the clean room, making a big hole in the ground in front of Wen Zhaozhao's toes. Wen Zhaozhao's face froze, and he motioned to Jing Yuan from a distance. He has shut his mouth.
It was an hour after Jing Yuan came out of the clean room. He changed into frost-white clothes and didn't even look at Wen Zhaozhao. There were waves of anger under his calm face.
Yin He learned the whole story from Wen Zhaozhao. He took the bow and was about to go out to vent his anger on Jing Yuan. He said viciously: "These monsters are so ignorant. It doesn't matter if we don't save them. Brother Yuan, you are still injured." , why don’t you let me collect them.”
Jing Yuan raised his hand and asked him to sit on one side of the stone round table. He didn't say whether to go or not. Wen Zhaozhao was also very curious. He had learned about Jing Yuan's mysophobia for two lifetimes. This time Such an excessive move did not lead to the death of the group of monsters just now. They were really lucky.
"Prince, don't be angry. They have also been deceived. There is a saying that the ignorant are not guilty." Wen Zhaozhao pushed over a cup of tea. The scent of soap locust on Jing Yuan's body after bathing lingered on the tip of her nose. She looked over, Jing Yuan His hair was not tied up, and his soft hair lay flat in front of him. Instead of the aloofness of the past, what remained was gentleness.
Wen Zhaozhao thought clearly that she was not only begging for mercy for these poor and cunning people, but also that if Yingzhou Island could not be managed well, it would be her father who would suffer in the end.
"Yes." Jing Yuan agreed. If he wanted to collect debts, he would naturally have to find the culprit.
Wen Zhaozhao looked at his expression, which was still nothing, but he could feel his displeasure from the slightest degree. The air suddenly became silent, and the only sound left was the sound of Yin He setting down the wine glass.
"You just said that Mrs. Rat was found." Jing Yuan drank three cups of herbal tea in succession before he managed to calm down his anger.
Yin He replied: "It was the little mouse who found it. Uncle Li is really complicated. He obviously sold his life to the energy of chaos, but he hid the rat lady tightly. We wasted some time. Xue Ming is cooking medicine for her in the backyard, Brother Yuan, would you like to go and have a look."
"I'm going to take a look." Before Jing Yuan expressed his position, Wen Zhaozhao raised his hand first.
Yin He led the two of them through the cinnabar-red carved corridor. The rat woman had lost an arm and was moaning tremblingly in the woodshed.
"Brother Yuan, she doesn't want to stay in the guest room." Yin He explained.
Jing Yuan nodded and said nothing. Rat tribe naturally likes dark and humid places, so maybe going to the guest room would not be suitable for her to grieve.
There was a bitter medicinal smell in the air. Wen Zhaozhao held his hand on the wall and retched twice before coming back. The mice climbed onto Xue Ming's shoulders. Both of them were wearing nose muffs. Look at me, I'll look at you. They both look down upon each other.
Jing Yuan took out the jade that Wen Zhaozhao gave to Shu Po from his arms. The jade carried his body temperature, and his hand kept wandering over it. Yin He lit an incense for him with a discerning eye, and turned around. Seeing Wen Zhaozhao still holding on to the door frame in a daze.
Yin He finally had a chance to laugh and go back: "Don't you understand? This is to summon the soul of this humble rat clan. Her soul was not taken away by the energy of chaos, but it was also injured and frightened, causing her soul to leave the body. If If you don’t get your incomplete soul back, even if you survive, you will only be a fool in the future.”
The more she got along with Yin He, the more Wen Zhaozhao felt that he was very childish sometimes. She rolled her eyes at him and stared at the incense stick intently.
After the incense burned out, two pairs of footprints appeared where the ashes fell, one big and one small.
"Can you summon two souls at a time?" Wen Zhaozhao was puzzled.
"Mr. Li of Yingzhou has met His Highness the Crown Prince." Uncle Li held the mouse woman's hand. She was drooling stupidly, but her appearance and figure were that of a young girl. Uncle Li wiped her lovingly. Mouth.
"Why are you with Mrs. Mouse?" Wen Zhaozhao's eyes widened, and her question was also the question of everyone present.
"Don't worry, Miss Wen, I won't hurt her. It's because I'm an old fool that I made a deal with the energy of chaos. This year, I always feel that life is like running water and I can never look back." Uncle Li's eyes changed. On the third day, Under the inquiring eyes, he continued: "Our family has no destiny to cultivate immortality. Being able to guard the gate of the Demon City every day is what I have wanted in my life. This ice tofu was accidentally made by my grandfather, and I rely on it to come and go every day. People sit in my stall, and whenever I see you eating, my heart is sweeter than honey. I am not willing to accept it, and I will die just like this. I have not lived enough. I have been selling iced tofu all my life. Who am I to die? If we go to sell it, who will inherit our family’s craftsmanship?”
"How did the energy of chaos find you?" According to Jingyuan's understanding of the energy of chaos, how could Li Bo be the target of this thing since his spiritual power and bloodline were very weak.
Uncle Li's eyes were long, and he rubbed Aunt Shu's face. On that day, Mimi asked him to kill Aunt Shu and reveal some information to Jing Yuan. He had been friends for so many years, but he couldn't do it, so he might as well just kill her. Hide it in the cellar for as long as you can.
His eyes moved down and he saw her empty sleeves. This was a look that had nothing to do with Fengyue. It contained guilt and reluctance for his old friend. I can't help but thank you in this life.
"The first time, this black thing came to the door. I didn't know what it was, and I was so scared that I didn't respond. Who knew that the next day when I went to the stall, I started to feel uncomfortable. I felt scared for a while, that's all. I signed a contract with it half-heartedly, half-heartedly," said Li Bo.
"Both times were they filled with chaos energy?" Jing Yuan asked.
"The second time it was a woman. Before Uncle Li even said her name, he had already given away Mrs. Rat's hand in horror.
Li Bo put his last bit of essence and blood into Wen Zhaozhao's spirit stone to prevent him from doing anything to harm her. The rat woman also lost her spirit stone during her struggle. Everything is intertwined, because This trace of essence and blood brought them back.
It's a pity that Uncle Li never had the chance to start over again. He used his life to repay his debt to Mrs. Shu and help her rejuvenate. His soul gradually disappeared. His last words were to Wen Zhaozhao: "Miss Zhaozhao, thank you. If you like my iced tofu, if you have a chance, the old man will make it for you."
Then the smoke disappeared, and there was no such person in the world anymore.
This scene made everyone speechless. Wen Zhaozhao never expected such a result. The rat woman, who had a complete soul, was sleeping soundly. She didn't know what she was dreaming about. She frowned and smelled Zhao Zhao hung the spirit stone pendant around her neck.
The light blue light began to appear as soon as it touched the skin. The walnut-like skin of the mouse lady began to stretch and became young and fresh. The mouse came in with the medicine in its mouth and circled several times in surprise.
"Your Highness, Miss Zhaozhao, thank you for saving my godmother. I am her adopted child. Without her, there would be no me. In the future, I will definitely kill you." Mouse only knows that seeing his godmother safe and young is a good thing. Good thing, he was the only one in the whole woodshed who was happy.
Wen Zhaozhao touched his head: "It wasn't us who saved her, it was an old friend named Uncle Li. If you want to thank him, just burn incense for him during the holidays. No matter where you go, he won't mind." .”
Wen Zhaozhao felt heavy in her heart. She sniffed and asked Yin He in a low voice: "Brother Yin, can you teach me a tracking technique or formation."
"Why are you learning this?" The atmosphere of sadness was thick just now, and Yin He was a little overwhelmed. Suddenly he heard that Zhao Zhao wanted to learn magic, and he felt that the sun on Maori Xingjun was wrong today, and the sun came out from the west.
"I always lose things, and I'm afraid that a demon servant in my yard did it, so I want to look for it." Wen Zhaozhao didn't tell the truth. She stared at her toes, watching ants crossing over the tops of her shoes.
Yin He saw that she was in a low mood, so he drew a magic formula on her palm with each other, and warned her carefully: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to teach you, but I can give you one. You can print this magic circle on the door before going to bed. , as long as the demon servant is in your yard, this thing will always follow her."
Wen Zhaozhao nodded, thanked him obediently and left.
"Brother Yuan, Miss Wen has lost some jewelry and is so anxious. She doesn't look stingy." Yin He touched his head and looked at the spiritual stone in his palm that Wen Zhaozhao put in as a thank you.
"There's not a word of truth in her mouth." Jing Yuan raised his eyebrows mockingly.
