Master Ruan? Ruan Zhizheng!
Wu Ruo's eyes turned red in an instant, and the blood in his eyes came out one after another. The great resentment suppressed deep in his heart could no longer be restrained, and suddenly burst, crazily running around in the body, as if to find Only let it out.
"Young master, young master." The servant felt as if he saw a ghost, and was frightened by his young master's red eyes.
Guan Tong, who was supporting Wu Ruo, found that Wu Ruo's body was stiff, and asked concerned: "Xiao Ruo, what's wrong with you?"
Afraid of scaring her mother, Wu Ruo quickly closed her eyes.
He thought that he was ready to face Ruan Zhizheng after being reborn for so many days, but now, just hearing the mention of "Master Ruan" by his servants, he couldn't help but feel murderous.
No, you can't just kill Ruan Zhizheng like this.
Now he still has to rely on Ruan Zhizheng to find that mysterious person, and it would be too cheap for him to kill Ruan Zhizheng so easily.
Wu Ruo took a deep breath, opened her eyes and said, "Mother, I'm fine. Go and see if Dad needs help. I'm worried that Dad won't be able to do it alone."
Guan Tong was a little worried: "What about you?"
"Of course I went to see Zhizheng." The word 'Zhizheng' was almost squeezed out from between Wu Ruo's teeth.
Guan Tong said with a smile: "You haven't seen each other for a long time, so let's have a good get together."
"Um."
After Guan Tong left, Wu Ruo asked Shi You and the others to help him to the hall. From a distance, he saw Ruan Zhizheng's four personal guards standing outside the hall entrance. Immediately, the scene of the four personal guards playing with his mother in the previous life came to mind again, and it seemed that I heard those obscene laughter again.
Wu Ruo pursed her lips tightly, staring at the four guards at the entrance of the hall as if she was looking at someone dead.
Ruan Zhizheng couldn't die for the time being, but the four guards were different.
Wu Ruo turned to the corpse and asked them: "Do any of you four know the art of Qimen Dunjia?"
He thought that the corpse servants sent by Hei Xuanyi could not be doing nothing, even if they had no spiritual power, they were good at other skills.
The four shook their heads.
Wu Ruo asked again: "Then have you ever learned how to arrange formations?"
The corpse also hesitated for a moment, and said: "I have learned a little from a celestial master."
"Okay." Wu Ruo asked them to help him to the nearest room, found paper and pens and drew a picture for Shi Yi: "Just arrange it according to what I drew above."
"Yes."
"You prepare what I wrote on the paper first, and do the rest after nightfall, so that no one will find out."
"Yes."
Wu Ruo returned to the front yard.
When Ruan Zhizheng's four guards saw him, they immediately called out, "Master Ruo."
Wu Ruo clenched her fists in her sleeves, suppressed the killing intent in her heart, and said with a smile, "It's cold today, go to the back kitchen and drink some wine to warm up."
"Master Xie Ruo." The four thanked happily, and then walked to the backyard in familiar ways.
There was a chuckle in the hall: "Xiao Ruo, my servants are going to be spoiled by you, as long as they are free now, they will immediately find a place to drink."
Then, a man wearing a dark blue cloak walked out of the hall. He was young and gentle, and his face was gentle, like those scholars who can only read books by rote.
Wu Ruoding stared at him without making a sound.
Ruan Zhizheng felt hairy when he looked at him, and smiled uncomfortably: "I haven't seen you for half a month, why don't you seem to know me?"