"I'm sure, Master Niu, look at this handwriting, how can ordinary people write it? My daughter's accomplishments in this area, let alone this small bee village, even if the entire Mingxu City only talks about women's pen writing, How many dare you to surpass her?"
Sister Qian is faintly proud when she mentions this.
Also, who would not be proud of such a girl
Niu Hong held the letter, and suddenly sneered and said: "In this way, it is certain that the letter was indeed written by Li Pan'er. However, we found that there is a huge problem with these words."
"What's the problem?" Qian Motu and Li Wushu asked together.
"This character was written completely subconsciously, and there is no unique soul in it! Although the character is good, it feels extremely calm and indifferent, which is inconsistent with the intense emotions when writing the final letter. Therefore, it can be concluded that this It is a personal letter written by Li Pan'er as ordered by others after he was controlled by others, but it is not an expression of Li Pan'er's true heart."
Niu Hong Ning said this.
Suddenly, it seemed that a peerless blasting thunder was dropped into the house!
Qian Motu tilted his body, leaning weakly against the back of his chair, shocked.
For a long time, the villagers thought that the dust had settled on this matter. It was Li Pan'er who couldn't think about it and went to the extreme. If he didn't want to, but today he completely overturned the matter. The death of Li Pan'er absolutely hides a big secret, that is not sure what it is
"Pan'er, my Pan'er, your life is so bitter."
Sister Qian was stunned for a few seconds and wept loudly, but none of us went to comfort her. For this kind of thing, there must be such a process of understanding the pressure, crying out is much better than holding it in the heart.
Niu Hong released the ghost spirit and blocked the sound from spreading outside the room. Otherwise, the villagers would be thinking about something after hearing such harsh crying.
But it does not prevent the courtyard's voice from reaching the house.
I heard the noisy voices of the villagers. They were impatient. They all got the full amount of honey. They just wanted to go home to sort the inventory and deliver it to the pick-up location in the city as soon as possible to complete the transaction. That way, they can feel at ease. no? I'm afraid that I don't want honey anymore.
At this time, they must be forced to stay in the yard, and the dark clouds in the sky are thick again, and it may be raining again. Therefore, the villagers are noisy and want to disperse.
field.
But the village chief, Li Wushu, hadn't spoken yet. They only dared to shout and didn't dare to really go away. The patriarch of the Li family was still quite awe-inspiring.
"The village chief, there is still braised pork in my pot. When can I leave? What's the matter?"
"Sister Qian, my girl is too young. I have left her at home for a long time. I don't worry. If there is nothing wrong, can I go home and have a look?"
The villagers clamored.
They couldn't hear Qian Motu's crying and howling in the house, otherwise, they might come around to watch the excitement. This group of villagers couldn't imagine that their deaths were so close.
"Oh, what did it fall?" a villager screamed.
"God, it's an owl, what's wrong with it?"
"What about its skin? It's terrible."
Suddenly there was chaos outside.
Niu Hong and I glanced at each other, and my eyelids jumped.
Not dare to neglect, we motioned to the village chief and rushed out one after another.
"Don't touch that stuff, get out of the way!"
I yelled, pulled aside the few peasants in front of me, and squeezed everyone away. Then, the three of us came close.
I saw the corpse of an owl lying on the ground. The strange thing was that its head was intact, but the skin on its body was nowhere to be seen. This scene looked terrifying, and it made the scalp explode!
Hearing my shout, the villagers subconsciously retreated a few steps.
A few brave people didn't care about me, reaching out to touch the dead thing.
"Death!"
I yelled and shook my body. I was already in front of the few people. With my arms crossed, the huge power was released, and the few young people were brought down.
"Oh mom!"
A few disobedient young people fell to the ground and rolled to one place. When they got up, they glared at me. If it weren't for the elders to stop them, maybe they were going to fist me.
I didn't have much time to care about that, I found a branch, pulled the owl over one meter away, and let it lie on the ground.
"Ah!"
Everyone exclaimed, and when they turned it over, they saw that there was a big opening in the abdomen of the owl, and the internal organs were missing!
The problem is that it should be dead long ago, so how can it fall from the sky
The villagers were all frightened.
I see this thing clearly
The wound in the abdomen made my heart chuckle.
There was a faint black mist from the wound, which was invisible to others, but a few of us could see, subconsciously, I closed the sweat pores, and a thought bounced out in my heart: "I'm afraid not, I will be urged to lower my head. Moved? The black air released by this dead owl is the key to urging the hair to drop?"
I noticed that Xuanyong also blocked his breathing. Niuhong is a ghost, of course it doesn't have to be so troublesome.
"If you knew that this kind of descending technique requires activation, it would be nice to let the villagers wear protective equipment in advance."
I feel a little upset in my heart, but I also know that this method cannot be prevented. Let alone the poor conditions here, there is no isolation suit that can protect in all aspects. Even if there is, the master of the lower head wants to provoke the evil spell, there will be other things. Technique.
Therefore, this matter cannot be prevented, and soldiers can only come to cover the water and earth.
"Ah, Li Pan'er, why did you live? No, no, you don't want to hurt me, I didn't hurt you! Go away, go away!"
A woman in her forties, wearing a beekeeper's clothes, suddenly screamed, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"Mother, what's the matter with you, don't scare me!"
The foolish young man stepped forward to help his mother.
"Go away, Li Pan'er, get out of here, don't touch me!"
With panic in the eyes of the middle-aged woman, she picked up the bench on the ground and smashed it on the head of the young man approaching her.
Everyone screamed loudly, no one would have thought that the woman was so crazy that she smashed her son
That's a solid wood bench. If it is smashed this time, the young man is afraid that he won't finish his work right away
He had never fortified him, but the other party was his mother, how could he beware of this? It simply couldn't react.
Seeing that the bench was about to touch the young man's head, a hand was stretched out.
"Amitabha!"
The little novice Xuanyong cast a light-weight technique in an instant, rushed to the scene of the accident, stood up in front of him with one hand and shouted the Buddha's horn, and blocked it with one hand.
"Peng!"
There was a strong sound, and then, the bench was bounced away from the woman's hand and flew out, spinning several times in mid-air, before it fell, scaring the nearby villagers crying and shouting to avoid.
There was blood dripping from the left arm of the little novice monk, and he was injured in the end.
(End of this chapter)