"What bowl?" Meng Fuyao looked at him in astonishment, "I didn't grab your bowl."
"Ghost!!!" The man looked at her, jumped up suddenly, shouted sternly, and ran around in his cell with his head in his arms, desperately trying to find a place to hide, but the three stone walls and one wooden fence Where in the cell is there any place to hide? He stuck to the stone wall, slid down, picked up his clothes, but couldn't cover it, and finally lifted the straw with a clatter, and burrowed in without thinking, and half of his buttocks were exposed outside.
Meng Fuyao looked amused, turned to Changsun Wuji and said: "It's the first time I know that I look so scary."
The eldest grandson Wuji looked at the person buried in the straw thoughtfully, his eyes repeated several times, and finally he only said indifferently: "It is troublesome now, it is better to take off your mask less often."
Meng Fuyao put on the mask, stared at the half-stretched butt, knocked on the wall, and said, "Hey, comrade, come over and have a chat, tell me which dead ghost I look like?"
The man immediately drilled deeper into the haystack.
Meng Fuyao pouted, picked out a stone, slammed it on that ass, and said grimly: "The bowl... here it is..."
"Don't look for me!" shouted hysterically, the scream was so brutal that even Meng Fuyao was startled, "Don't!"
Meng Fuyao tied up a few grasses, passed through the gaps in the wooden fence to reach the half-pull's buttocks, scratched and scratched on the other's buttocks, and sang flickeringly: "... there is a girl in the village named Xiaowan..."
She sang nonsense out of pure playfulness. From that guy's tone, she seemed to look a lot like that bowl, and that bowl was dead
I don't want the man to hear it, but he yelled "Ah!", jumped up and down like a fish, randomly grabbed rotten straw and stuffed it into his ears, and slammed his head against the wall desperately, bang bang bang The one hit him without mercy, as if the head was a wall and the wall was a head.
Hearing this voice, Meng Fuyao was stunned, pulled back the grass embarrassingly, and murmured: "Don't drive people crazy to death... just forget it."
She stood on tiptoe, looked at the neighbor with her head, and said regretfully: "A wonderful big gossip, just flew away..."
After all, she didn't have any regrets on her face, so she sat down and weaved grass by herself.
Changsun Wuji tilted his head to look at her... Fuyao didn't seem to be very interested in his own life experience, or, in his heart, he vaguely felt that it might not be a good story, so he deliberately avoided it
Since she doesn't want to know, that's up to her.
It's just... What I'm afraid of is that fate will go around in circles, and what can't be avoided will eventually be unavoidable.
The light and shadow in the cell were dim, according to Meng Fuyao's fluttering fingers, it seemed that he was weaving something, Changsun Wuji became interested and turned to look sideways, but Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his palm to block it, saying, "We'll see after we're done."
Changsun Wuji closed his eyes very cooperatively, felt Meng Fuyao stab him for a while, opened his eyes and saw a fat mouse lying in her palm, Meng Fuyao said: "Your Yuanbao."
Then he took out another villain and said, "You."
Changsun Wuji picked it up, looked at it carefully, and said, "Yuan Bao is not so fat."
Looking at the villain again, he said, "I'm not so ugly."
Meng Fuyao sneered, "If you have the ability to weave a peerless beauty out of rotten grass, I will admire you."
"It's nothing else. The thing you made up has the biggest flaw, and it's missing something very important." Changsun Wuji put the mouse on the villain's shoulder, and looked at it for a while.
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him sideways.
"You close your eyes too."
This person... doesn't suffer at all, Meng Fuyao smiled and closed his eyes.
As soon as the eyes are closed, the surrounding air becomes quieter. With less external interference, the consciousness becomes quieter and sharper. The voices that were not noticed when the eyes are open suddenly float into the sand table of the mind like a relief at this moment, and a clear outline is drawn little by little.
He heard the sound of fingers weaving grass blades lightly, the sound of the hysterical guy in the next cell panting heavily, heard the sound of jailers walking around the gate outside the deep cell, and heard the sound of water from nowhere. Sliding down on human skin, um...fingers pick up water and splash it? Then there seemed to be a sound of smearing... There was a sound of wind on the sleeves.
It was suddenly dark in front of my eyes.
Even if it is closed, you can feel the darkness—originally, the oil lamp on the wall in the distance illuminated the eyelids, and felt the warm yellow light in the chaotic vision, but suddenly the light disappeared.
Meng Fuyao suddenly opened her eyes!
At the first glance, she stretched out her hand to grab the eldest grandson Wuji who was sitting opposite her.
The moment the hand stretched out, in the dark, it seemed to touch the fingers of Changsun Wuji. It was slightly cool. Fuyao turned over and jumped up, and in the smoke and dust, a person stretched out his hand and said: "Fuyao be careful—" She hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but there was a voice behind her, saying, "Fuyao be careful—"
Meng Fuyao froze.
Two people!
Two eldest grandson Wuji!
Two identical voices!
The cell was destroyed, and there was smoke and dust all around, so I couldn't see clearly. The two were in front of her and behind her. From a distance, the one in front of her should be standing outside the cell, and the one behind her should be in the cell, but Now who can be sure that the one inside must be Changsun Wuji, and the one outside must be that bastard
Meng Fuyao stood there in a daze, trying to recall the sound he heard just now and what might have happened—was the sound of the wind on his sleeves when he found the enemy's eldest grandson Wuji looting up or when the other party looted in? It was a very short moment when she closed her eyes, and she felt the wind in her clothes and immediately jumped up, but at that moment, the prison door burst and smoke and dust filled the air. In such a moment, it is very likely that the other party has changed places with Changsun Wuji—he swept away Entering, Changsun Wuji rushed out.
But... still not sure.
Facing this powerful enemy, she and Changsun Wuji can only join forces if they want to save their lives, but now, who can she join forces with? Once the wrong choice is made, it will be a big mistake!
Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, and tried to force herself to stabilize her mind. Since the night of the rainstorm, she has learned to be more calm. The more dangerous and embarrassing she is, the less she can act too hastily!
she is waiting.
Wait until the smoke clears.
That bastard is not magical enough to imitate a person to the point of being exactly the same, so every time he appears, he uses blindfolds, the first time in a dark cabin, and the second time he strides and rolls up the fire, forcing them to be unable to open their eyes. Yan, this time, simply took advantage of the moment when she closed her eyes to play, smashed the wooden fence on the wall of the cell, took advantage of the billowing smoke, and instantly appeared at the same time as the eldest grandson Wuji.
When the smoke clears away, there are always flaws to be found.
However, the smoke and dust did not disperse, but there was a thick mist in the midair. Meng Fuyao retreated vigilantly, holding his breath, but felt that the mist was not poisonous, but had a faint spicy smell, which had no effect. The strange fragrance of the house was confused.
The man in front of him calmly said in the mist: "Fuyao, come here."
The person behind said quietly: "Fuyao, it's me."
The person in front of him raised his eyes and glanced at the person behind him. Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeve, and a jade ruyi slipped out of the sleeve.
Meng Fuyao saw that Yu Ruyi's eyes lit up just now, and immediately turned around and slashed at the person behind him with a slap. Smooth and clean jade ruyi.
Meng Fuyao had a loud noise in his head, and abruptly withdrew his palm and twisted around, unable to withdraw his palm force in time, he had to slap his palm obliquely on the wall of the cell, and with a loud bang, half of the wall of the cell next door collapsed, causing the man next door to scream like a pig , Meng Fuyao hadn't regained his skills, so he slammed his palm with all his strength to withdraw his true energy halfway, and his heart was filled with disgust and blood, and he couldn't help being furious when he heard the man's screams, and cursed: "You bastard, shut up!"
With this scolding, she calmly sprayed a mouthful of blood on the wall, and immediately raised her hand to wipe it off. The two people behind her couldn't see her vomiting blood, and they heard her voice unsteady and said in unison: "Fuyao, is it okay—"
Meng Fuyao became angry, turned around abruptly, and cursed: "Shut up!"
Feel powerless after scolding, what is this
The two elder grandsons Wuji looked at each other coldly, and their unique eyes were exactly the same, cold and full of hatred, one of them stretched his sleeves, and Yu Ruyi swiped, sliding three feet like flowing water, with both ends raised in mid-air The arc of light is like a round of moonlight floating sideways in the sea.
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up again, she had seen Changsun Wuji use this move before, and there was no similarity in the unique move, she tiptoed the wall in front of her, and rose up and down like a kite. Go out and directly attack the eldest grandson Wuji on the opposite side.
The eldest grandson Wuji raised his eyes to look at Meng Fuyao, the look was profound and slightly anxious, Meng Fuyao's heart trembled, his hands subconsciously slowed down, and then he saw Fang Yu Ruyi's slap, and the moonlight flowed together, and it was exactly the same A move!
Meng Fuyao collapsed, let out a sigh of relief and "slapped" and fell downside down, fell to the haystack and rolled three times, and couldn't get up at all.
The two were surprised again: "You—"
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, like a dead dog.
The two elder grandsons Wuji looked at each other in the smoke, this time neither of them spoke at all, they fought together, the fight was like a nymph and butterfly, Meng Fuyao watched the two fight with wide eyes , thinking that with that person's strength and the current state of Changsun Wuji, he must be the weak one, but, hell, I'm still not sure, what if the enemy deliberately shows weakness and wants to pull her into a trap
This bastard has a weird temper. He seems to prefer to see people struggling under him. Be wary of each other and distrust. He seems to prefer to force out the suspicion, indifference, betrayal and cannibalism in human nature. To him, killing people is not the first priority. .
The moves of the two people in front of them are exactly the same. A real master can learn each other's moves in an instant. It is still impossible to find flaws from the moves.
Meng Fuyao looked irritated, looked down and suddenly saw a few small things on the ground, she made up Changsun Wuji and Lord Yuanbao, and there was a half-finished product, judging by the slender figure, it was probably her that Changsun Wuji wanted to make up.
She picked up the semi-finished product, held it in her palm, and said suddenly: "Changsun Wuji, what did you make up just now?"
Those two looked back in their busy schedule, and one of them immediately said: "You."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and the other said: "Of course it's you."
The corner of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched, although the eldest grandson Wuji answered a step slower, but he had a lot of words, and when he thought about it carefully, the two of them took the same time to speak.
As long as the reaction is quick enough, it is not impossible to learn the same answer.
Those two fought, and slowly fought in front of her, the two of them turned around and passed her from time to time.
Meng Fuyao sat lazily, as if he didn't want to care about anything, and suddenly said: "Changsun Wuji, if I knew it was the first time I met you in Yanjing, I should have ignored you."
Those two were silent, and one of them said: "Yuanxuan Mountain."
Another person immediately said: "Who said we first met in Yanjing? We were in Yuanxuan Mountain..."
Meng Fuyao jumped up.
She jumped up, "Slaying the Sky" Heihe hung upside down with a murderous aura, and stabbed at the vest in front of him without saying a word!
The one who speaks too many words, the one who learns wrong words!
And he had the opportunity to hurt Changsun Wuji just now, but for some reason he gave up the opportunity, Changsun Wuji took the opportunity to take a step, forcing him to give his back to Meng Fuyao.
And Meng Fuyao's knife was waiting for his heart!
Knife out! Target back heart! Come with hatred! Howling thunder roll!
Yu Ruyi's white light also suddenly brightened! In front of the target, the snow is getting hotter, and the billowing beam of light is approaching silently and blatantly!
Flank back and forth!
Just wait for this moment!
True tacit understanding and trust can never be easily destroyed by a strange bystander!
The man seemed to be stunned at last, and he couldn't escape the ruthless killer who was in a very close range with fierce and murderous wind in front and back!
In an instant, he understood that the so-called inability to recognize was just to lure him into underestimating the enemy, and to lure him into a two-person trap.
"Amazing! It turns out that the two of you have already prepared!"
His body suddenly thinned amidst the laughter.
The real thinness—like a mille-feuille cake that was suddenly squashed, the many layers are there, but they are more closely connected together, the body is stretched horizontally, flattened strangely, and the dark light shines through From the seams of the Tsing Yi cloth, it seems that the muscles and bones inside have also been pulled and thinned in an instant, and they are sparse.
So a thinness that surpasses human power and the inherent laws of the human body is equivalent to moving himself as much as possible in an immovable space, so the vital points on his body are no longer in place.
"Bang!"
Yu Ruyi and Hei Dao hit the front and back hearts at the same time, making the killing sound of contact with the flesh at the same time, but the location of the landing point was not the original aiming at the heart.
Meng Fuyao could even accurately feel that her knife pierced in, but it was inserted between the two ribs below her ribs. The distance between the two ribs had already been folded down to a thin line. Then rubbing the bone and inserting it into the gap will only hurt the muscle at most, not even a fracture.
This bastard actually counted this distance in an instant, and sent it to her knife accurately!
Almost miraculous "reverse bone shrinkage"!
The powerful instinct of the peerless powerhouse to control the battle situation!
Yu Ruyi smashed down, pierced with a sharp blade, and burst out a flower of blood under the man's ribs. He tilted his head and laughed in his original soft voice: "Okay, okay, I haven't seen myself in decades." blood!"
Meng Fuyao didn't stop holding the "Slaying Heaven" in his hand and tried to lift it horizontally, bared his teeth and sneered, "Really, do you want to see more?"
"No." The man laughed, "This is already giving you a lot of face, it's time for me to see your blood."
As soon as he finished his words, there was a scream, which was not loud, but it was an extremely unpleasant sound, like ten thousand snakes screeching in the abyss, bones rubbing against the corpse mountain, or a man-faced ape in the vast mountain calling, calling. Out of the ghosts and monsters in the dark forest.
shock!
At this moment, everything was vibrating, the ground trembled slightly, the broken wooden fence cracked again silently, and the extinguished oil lamp on the front wall at the top of the cell steps fell with a "snap".
The "Slaying Heaven" in Meng Fuyao's palm also began to vibrate, and the tremor quickly moved from the tip of the knife to the handle, and it bounced into her tiger's mouth with a slight movement, Meng Fuyao's palm went numb, as if his heart was being clenched in his palm by the howling sound. He was so tight that he couldn't breathe, he subconsciously urged his inner breath to save himself, and then he heard the whistling sound change.
The whistling sound suddenly changed from constricted to open, and the line was straight to the sky, to the light. If it was just a ghost in the abyss and hell in the darkness, now it is a sunny day in the clear sky with auspicious clouds in the sky, so black to bright There was no transition at all, as if the eyes had just darkened and then suddenly brightened.
This situation has the consequence of momentary loss of vision.
Just like the extreme tightening of the heart and then sudden release, there will be momentary suffocation and dizziness.
But at the moment when the heart tightened, the body subconsciously rescued itself with the inner breath, and suddenly lost the object of rescue, it became an attack on itself.
The blood surges, in an instant.
When masters compete, what they always compete for is only a moment!
The howling sound was only for a short moment, and after several twists and turns in a moment, Meng Fuyao's heart tightened again and then fainted again, his eyes were dark.
Immediately, he heard the other party smile lightly, and moved out of his knife as soon as he moved his body. As soon as the wind was cold, someone came to his face and grabbed him.
Meng Fuyao lowered her head, and when she was about to let her go, there was a sound of wind from the opposite side, and a person slid over to block her.
Meng Fuyao immediately moved him to his side.
He immediately brought Meng Fuyao back.
Both of them were as smooth as swimming fish, and in an instant you took me and I took you around like a lantern, both wanting to replace each other and send them under the killer, but the man smiled and said: "This pair So affectionate, it dazzled my eyes.”
His laughter was full of jokes, suddenly his arms rattled, and he made a 90-degree turn, like a snake, he jumped over Changsun Wuji who was standing in front, bypassed Meng Fuyao's front, who was blocked by him, and grabbed her back!
"ah!"
The screams resounded through the narrow and dark prison, and blood as bright as poppies sprayed from all sides.
The body under the claw-like fingers twisted convulsively, unbearable to the inhuman pain, coiled like a twist, there was a rattling sound in the throat, and the blood foam gushed out, blocking the words that were about to come out.
Then there was the sound of a body about to lose its life falling heavily to the ground.
"boom-"
The thin voice was a little surprised and a bit unwilling to say "Yeah", and said softly: "It's a pity."
I don't know if it's a pity that the opportunity was lost or the person who rushed forward suddenly.
Immediately, he let out a bored sigh, flicked his sleeves, and withdrew like green smoke, saying: "It's your luck..."
As soon as the blue shadow dispersed, the faint mist cleared away, revealing the underground corpse.
The neighbor in the next cell.
Meng Fuyao knocked down the wall of the cell next door with one punch, and the battle between the three of them had already turned to the next door, hitting the neighbor all the way. The three of them didn't count this person as an adult, and just turned a blind eye to him, letting him huddle under his feet and watch tremblingly. Then, when the man's arm snaked around Meng Fuyao's back just now, he suddenly pounced on it.
The fake eldest grandson Wuji's thoughts were all in front, and he left a hand to prevent the eldest grandson Wuji from turning around, but he didn't expect that there would be someone behind who would be willing to be a human shield.
Meng Fuyao also looked stunned, looked at the dying person under his feet, squatted down for a while, and asked, "Why?"
The man looked at her, perhaps his eyes were brighter than before, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was blocked by the foam of blood, Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand, grabbed his veins, and patted her Patting his back heart, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The man cheered up, took a breath, stared at Meng Fuyao and said intermittently: "You... are... hers..."
His voice was inaudible, and there were a few words in the middle that were indistinct. Meng Fuyao couldn't hear clearly, so he turned his head and asked, "Bowl?"
The man let out a silent sob that sounded like he was crying.
Meng Fuyao thought for a while, and knew that this person's internal organs were broken, and it was impossible to expect him to explain clearly, so he had to ask himself: "That bowl, is it alive or dead?"
"Dead..." Meng Fuyao had just shown the expression "I knew this", when the man said again: "Live..."
Meng Fuyao twitched the corners of his mouth, only then remembered that this person was half-crazy, what could he say
She should go straight to Huanglong.
"Where is she? Who is she?"
"Wan... smoke forest... go down..."
"Yanling? Yanling? Yanlin?" Meng Fuyao was going crazy, there were too many Chinese characters with the same pronunciation, so where was the question
"Can you write?"
The last glint in the man's eyes had faded away, his pupils were gray and chaotic, he suddenly straightened up, grabbed her hand, his eyes almost protruded from their sockets, and he shouted hoarsely: " Wan... I was wrong... "
He convulsed so badly that he could no longer express any meaning fully and clearly, but he couldn't stop murmuring the word "wrong", pushing that word out of his throat along with continuous blood foam, gurgling and refusing to swallow.
Meng Fuyao looked at him hanging on his breath and refused to die, as if he was waiting for something. Living like this for a moment would be torture. After thinking about it, he said: "Wait for her forgiveness? If... I and her If it matters... I will forgive you on her behalf. "
The word "forgiveness" came out, and it was as if the rope that bound him was suddenly untied. The man's body trembled violently, he raised his head and let out a long breath, his eyes opened wide, and the pupils that had always been chaotic suddenly faded from the light gray color , It gradually darkened, and then, it froze.
The moonlight crosses the half-destroyed wall and shines on the skirt of the eternally silent person, generally pale and stiff.
Meng Fuyao sat silently in the shadows, thinking of his last words before he died, thinking of the unwillingness and guilt vaguely revealed in his expression, thinking of the Wan'er whom he never forgot and wanted to be forgiven by her before he died, suddenly felt There was a faint coolness in my heart, as if my body was already frozen in the heavy snow, but I still saw an icy lake in front of me that I couldn't get around. Has been sucked dry.
Someone behind him gently put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Fuyao, it's good to know if you don't know, but to know is to know. No matter what, I will accompany you."
Meng Fuyao gave a "huh", smiled, and raised his hand to hold his hand, the skin on his shoulders was gradually warmed up, and it went down to his heart, feeling the warmth of ironing.
Because it is cold, it is warmer.
The world is so cold, dark and cold all the way.
It is all because of those loves, the bonfires lit in time in the cold winter, always lit in front of her rough road, that she never really froze her heart.
Meng Fuyao leaned down, wiped the man's face, tidied up his appearance, wiped away all the filth, and revealed an ordinary middle-aged man's face, which was honest and honest from his facial features, but who said that honest people are not Will make mistakes
Maybe it was because of a big mistake accumulated in his memory that he would never forget it all his life, and because of a similar face, he sought the final relief.
She and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, put down the body, and stood up.
After a while, the jailer who was hiding on the side heard the voice in the distance and flinched back. He saw that the two cells were completely destroyed, and there was a corpse on the ground. The cell was eccentrically destroyed, and the magistrate of Guanyuan didn't dare to be negligent, so he reported Zicloak again, and the Zicloak brigade entered Guanyuan's prison, carefully looked at the two destroyed cells, and kicked the magistrate out with one kick.
"Bastard! Why didn't you report such a person when you caught him!"
The county magistrate hugged his thigh aggrievedly, turned around and slapped a few jailers who had grabbed Meng Fuyao's eldest grandson Wuji to come in.
"Bastard! Why didn't you report those two people to me!"
The jailer covered his face, Nuonuo backed away repeatedly, and glanced at each other resentfully—too many people were arrested indiscriminately in the prison, and they had never reported it before, they deserved this bad luck.
"My lord... we must thoroughly investigate, thoroughly investigate." Zhixian asked for instructions with a salivating face.
"Check what!" Zi Cloak kicked again, "I didn't see the prison collapsed! I'm afraid everyone is out of office!"
They strode out like a wind, shouting again and again: "Inside the city and outside the city, it's easy to search and arrest!"
The county magistrate muttered: "It's better to run away. Every day there is delicious food and drink, and the waiter is waiting for me, so I will pay my salary!" Hearing the yamen servant behind him asking for instructions on how to deal with the corpse, he said impatiently: "Call the family to come Collect the corpse, and pay three liang of silver for collecting the corpse by the way!"
"This man has no family." The master clerk flicked through the brochures and shook his head.
"No family? What's the matter?"
"I'll look through it..." The master book lit a candle and looked through it carefully, and said after a long while: "I don't know, I haven't looked through it six years ago, it's still a matter in the hands of my predecessor."
"It's a mess!" The magistrate flicked his sleeves, knowing that some yamen servants earn a meager monthly income, and sometimes rely on low-level means to make money. If people are arrested for trivial matters, those who have money will be released, and those who have no money will be locked up. This is probably the case. It's been locked up for a long time, and no one knows the reason until the end. They, the county magistrates, usually turn a blind eye to these things, so it's rare to be confused.
"Pull it out of the mass grave and throw it away!"
The elders went out with a bang, and the prison was quiet again. No one took a second look at the corpse on the ground, and no one thought of looking at the prison again.
The light from the oil lamp was dimly lit, illuminating the two empty cells and the cells next door.
Just next to the destroyed cell, someone was leaning against the cell wall, showing a mocking sneer in the dim light.
Meng Fuyao.
She and her grandson Wuji never left at all.
There is no one in the world who can take advantage of people's blind spots better than her and Changsun Wuji. Everyone thinks that such a person must leave, but they just don't.
If the prison just now was the most dangerous, now is the safest place, and the counterfeit will never come again if he is injured, let alone the purple cloak, let them dig three feet in Guanyuan County to find them.
As for that person's body... the hidden guard will follow him to the mass grave to collect it.
Meng Fuyao, who was separated from Zicloak and the county lord by a wall, frowned slightly when he heard the last words, this person was here a long time ago? Where was he? Why did he stay here for so many years? What is his relationship with that Wan'er? And back then, what kind of tragic things happened to that woman who was exactly like her, so that this man was burdened with sins and lived in this prison with his last breath, waiting for her forgiveness for the rest of his life
Things have come to this point, there are some things that you can't avoid if you want to.
Once she walks forward, her fingertips will sooner or later touch those past events that have been hidden in the darkness for many years. Maybe with just a light poke and a "pop", the bloody dust will roll out. Pounced on her.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes and let out a helpless sigh.
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Seven days later, Meng Fuyao and his eldest grandson Wuji Shi Shiran were "released" from prison.
According to the mark left by Yinwei, a group of people gathered in an inconspicuous residential house in the north of the city. It is difficult to gain a foothold, and he will be harassed every day, but the second boss is a native of Xuanji. He has lived in Guanyuan for decades, and he is the most honest and friendly person. Okay, but even so, he is still startled three times a day now—the purple cloak is running around in the city, and hundreds of people in the city have been thrown into the current station of the Zicloak, the mansion of the county magistrate in the south of the city, because of "suspicious and collaborating with the enemy" and other crimes. They are all wealthy or have complaints about purple cloaks on weekdays, but once they enter that mansion, their family members will have to pay a large sum of money, and there is a possibility that they will never return.
"It's messed up! It's messed up!" The boss of Guangdetang, who looked like an ordinary farmer, sighed again and again, "The group of uncles in the purple cloak issued notices all over the city, and set up a 'secret box' to encourage the whole city to report to each other privately. The family harbored a repeat offender, and once found out, the family property would be confiscated and the whole family beheaded immediately. Some people took the opportunity to retaliate and sent letters indiscriminately. Regardless of the authenticity of the purple cloak, they were all arrested and tortured. The whole city was panic-stricken. Hiding in the basement, I couldn't sleep well several times a night... Alas... "
Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, and said slowly: "Then let's take them away. Give Guan Yuan peace."
"How to take it away?" The second boss said in amazement: "There are nearly 10,000 people outside the city, and the magistrate's mansion in the city is occupied by leaders at all levels, and there are hundreds of people. Nearly ten thousand purple cloaks and iron guards are waiting for you."
"Didn't they have a secret box?" Meng Fuyao smiled, "Please do one thing."
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Early in the morning, a rare sunny day.
In front of the magistrate's mansion in the south of the city, there was a purple-red box standing upright. The box was sealed with a narrow slit on the top and a lock on the back.
The "secret box" is opened every morning to collect letters, and every night to wait for the secret letter, waiting for those sneaky shadows scurrying in the south of the city at night to bring the money of the purple cloak and end the fate of the innocent.
Several passers-by passed by, and when they saw the box, they all showed hatred and fear—it was such an ordinary box, which contained the darkest and most ulterior secrets in people’s hearts. cantilever.
This is no longer an ordinary wooden box, but a box of disasters that people in Guanyuan have heard about like ghosts.
The door opened with a "squeak", and passers-by quickly avoided it.
The purple cloaks who were in charge of opening the secret box yawned and went to open the box with a smile.
"I don't know which landlord got into trouble today..."
"I only care about whether his family has a beautiful daughter?"
"Come on, there was a man who had no money and no woman who voted in last time. It was a waste of effort. If you want me to know who voted, you have to strip him alive!"
A few people laughed and laughed, took the letter, and walked in the door casually. A few passers-by looked at it timidly, and guessed whose family would suffer the disaster according to their beating hearts.
that night.
Several purple capes died suddenly in the magistrate's yamen.
That night the purple cloaks stayed up all night, lit torches all over the city looking for the murderer, but found nothing, because those purple cloaks died strangely, with no scars on their bodies, and no struggles. Finally, they checked and found that they were poisoned, so they sent The magistrate's mansion was turned upside down.
On the second day, a few more died.
On the third day, he died again.
The people who died were on the night shift and rested on the second day. At first, everyone thought about what happened during the shift, but until the third day, someone finally remembered the secret box.
When I opened the box back, I couldn't find any clues, and I just threw away those secret letters after reading them. I don't know which garbage dump they threw them on, so where can I find them
A well-known doctor was called, and he sniffed the box with a probe. He said that there seemed to be a strange smell, and the secret letter was poisonous.
On that day, the secret box was cancelled, and the people of Guanyuan rushed to tell each other and celebrate.
On the night when the secret box was cancelled, Zicloak had a meeting overnight in the magistrate's mansion. Halfway through the meeting, the Zicloaks of the two teams came back cursing and dragging each other, saying that the other party had robbed their woman. Death.
So the topic of the meeting became that they are not allowed to go out to have fun at will.
Unable to find pleasure, problems began to appear in the daily supply of water, rice and food. The food imported by the purple cloaks has been tested for poison. These things have been tested before they enter the kitchen. It is obviously not poisonous, but every day some people eat it, vomiting and diarrhea, until they die of exhaustion.
The purple cloak looked back to check the whole process of food delivery, but found no trace. No one would care what a farmer who delivered food looked like.
At this time, the county magistrate no longer dared to live in the mansion, and the purple cloak withdrew from the mansion, and did not dare to disperse and live in the homes of other rich families—there was nothing good to live in, and they all ruined their families.
On that day, the purple cloak had to leave the city in a hurry, and every household hurriedly closed their doors to burn incense silently.
There were many people in the purple cloak, and they went out of the city in small groups. On a restaurant not far from the city gate, a man and a woman stood with their hands behind their backs, smiling and looking at the purple torrent below quietly with cold eyes.
After a while, the man gently shook the woman's hand and said with a smile: "The sky is dry and things are dry, suitable for killing."
The woman turned her head, glanced at the neatly armored purple cloak, her eyes were as clear as springs, and she replied: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's time to run naked."