Her Celestial Masters and Handsome Men League

Chapter 109: Three Lives in One Night

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The starlight on the magic weapon gradually faded, and the entire magic needle was transparent as icy crystals. Inside its almost transparent body, there was also the gorgeous nebula that he had just seen surrounding it, as if the entire universe was contained within this magic needle.

The magic needle slowly shrank in Lian Youyou's hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was the size of a hairpin and flew into the bun on the back of Lian Youyou's head. Lian Youyou clapped her hands and looked at Lin Tingjun: "All done, let's go back."

Lin Tingjun suddenly came to his senses. This magic needle can be big or small. He was not surprised by this because his blood sword can also be big or small. However, he also felt the fear of the blood sword just now. Lian Youyou was not lying this time. The sword must have absorbed the righteousness of heaven and earth, which made his evil sword so scared.

Lin Tingjun nodded, and flew away swiftly with Lian Youyou.

Not long after they left, Duanmu Qingchen led his men to the North Palace and hurriedly set up a ladder to climb the wall.

Because the trees in the courtyard are magical and can attract lightning, the surrounding walls are twice as high as ordinary walls, and they are completely enclosed to prevent anyone from entering.

After setting up the ladder, Duanmu Qingchen climbed up the wall and looked inside. He was stunned. Where was the tree? There was only a pile of black charred wood left in the entire courtyard.

Duanmu Qingchen laughed as he watched, and he said that this tree must be a monster, and it must have just gone through a tribulation and became an immortal, haha.

The blue clouds above the Beigong Palace have dispersed with the wind, and the clear moonlight is shining. The entire capital city has returned to tranquility again, just like the Ma family at this moment.

The entire mansion was empty, with no one in sight.

The doors and windows were sealed, and the floor was littered with clothes that had fallen during the house search.

In the lobby, there are piles of antique financial items that have not yet been recorded.

Outside the lobby door were two guards, Liu Wu and Song Liu.

"Mrs. Ma runs fast." Liu Wu chuckled and shook his head, "Husband and wife are birds of the same forest. When disaster strikes, they fly away separately~~"

Song Liu also showed contempt: "How can you escape? The whole city is looking for you. You are just an old woman. You can't escape."

The two people shook their heads and said "tsk tsk tsk".

"Hiss... Do you feel weird?" Liu Wu looked around.

Song Liu became wary and confused: "What's strange?"

Liu Wu continued to look at the quiet courtyard outside the door: "It's quiet now... Oh, and there are no insect sounds."

It is a hot summer day and a thunderstorm has just passed, so the chirping of insects is inevitable.

After Liu Wu said this, Song Liu also felt it was strange. In the entire Ma family, there was not even a single insect chirping!

Ma Yun's yard was also quiet at this time. In Ma Yun's sealed room, a figure put a stool under the beam. It was Huang Yue'e.

Huang Yue'e had messy hair and a dull look in her eyes, but she had a smile on her face: "Son, mother is here to accompany you, don't worry." Huang Yue'e threw her belt onto the beam, tied it tightly, and looked at Ma Yun's bed with a smile, "Mother will be a butterfly with you, without worries..."

Huang Yue'e's mouth opened into a crazy and scary smile. She pulled the belt, put her head in, stepped on it with both feet, and the stool fell to the ground with a clang. Immediately, her legs began to struggle.

It is human instinct to struggle before death.

Huang Yue'e kicked her legs, her face began to turn purple, her eyes began to roll up, and she grabbed the belt tightly with both hands, but her struggle was useless. Her hands slowly fell down, her mouth opened wide, and her tongue stuck out.

At this time, she had not yet completely died, but she had no strength to struggle. Her vision gradually blurred, and vaguely, she saw a blue butterfly flying in front of her. She smiled and wanted to call her son, but she couldn't make a sound.

Then, something strange happened. The blue butterfly actually flew into her wide-open mouth. The next moment, all the blue butterflies flew out from under the bed, surrounding Huang Yue'e like a blue cloud.

Huang Yue's eyes no longer showed the affectionate look towards her son, but a growing fear. She even had the strength to struggle again and kicked in the air.

The blue butterflies landed on her plump face, and the next moment, blood flowed out. It turned out that the blue butterflies began to bite her face.

Huang Yue'e struggled in pain but was unable to make a sound. Her pupils instantly dilated and became bloodshot due to fear, as if her two eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets.

Slowly, her hands dropped again, and the blue butterfly flew into her collar. Her clothes began to bulge, and the butterflies fluttered inside.

Blood was dripping from under her feet, and being bitten by the corpse-eating butterflies was like being tortured to death!

Huang Yue'e's body twitched, and there was a pool of blood on the ground beneath her, reflecting her horrific appearance as she was gradually being eaten away and her bones gradually exposed.

In the courtyard, the mysterious man in purple robes landed gently, and his charming eyes above the veil revealed a hint of contempt. He frowned slightly in annoyance, then stood up and jumped.

Immediately, Ma Yun's window was suddenly rushed open by blue butterflies. They fluttered and entangled like a roll of blue wind. Among the fluttering blue wings, a white skeleton could be faintly seen, and the skeleton was still wearing a woman's dress.

The mysterious man flew into the air, with the bright moon behind him. He waved his robe sleeves in front of him, and the group of blue butterflies carried Huang Yue'e's skeleton into the air and gradually disappeared into the thick night.

The mysterious man looked down at Ma Yun's room and frowned again. He waved his robe sleeves again, and ants of all sizes crawled out from the ant nest under the tree. They all entered Ma Yun's room, sucked up the blood on the ground, and then left in a mighty manner.

The mysterious man took another look before heading in the direction where the blue butterfly flew.

In the dead of night, screams were heard from the prison.

It turned out that Ma Guanqun was frightened to death because of the repeated shocks in the past few days and the fear of the death penalty.

Zhou Youfa, who shared the same happiness and sorrow with him, also bit his tongue and committed suicide because he was afraid of the punishment of slow slicing.

Overnight, three tragically dead souls passed away quietly.

After a night of lightning and thunder, the world feels a little fresher.

The morning light is clear and bright. The chirping of birds awakens the capital city which has been sleeping all night.

Fu Kun tidied his clothes and prepared to go to court.

Fu Mingsui took the official document and handed it to Fu Kun respectfully: "Father, this is the document I need to report today."

Fu Kun nodded and took it in his hand.

Fu Mingsuo stepped forward and straightened Fu Kun's official hat: "Ma Guanqun and Zhou Youfa both died in prison last night."

"Oh?" Fu Kun glanced sideways at Fu Mingsuo.

Fu Mingsui stepped back and said, "I have ordered people to investigate. Those officials ten years ago had nothing to do with my family. They just visited my father a few times, just like Ma Guanqun."

Fu Kun nodded in relief and walked forward, but then he seemed to remember something and stopped.

Upon seeing this, Fu Mingsu stepped forward and asked, "Father, do you have any other instructions?"

Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu and asked, "Who is Lian Youyou?"

Fu Mingsu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that his father was also somewhat concerned about Lian Youyou, so he said, "Lian Youyou is a newcomer to the Nine Gates, and my second brother is also somewhat concerned about her."

Fu Kun frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at Fu Mingsu solemnly: "Do you care about me, or do you like me?" The difference of one word makes a huge difference. (To be continued)