The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Chapter 122: 132 Cause of death of Chanzhen

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Feng Zhuoer chased them from another road, and then overtook Long Ba and Feng Xier. Hiding in a hidden place in the stone forest, covering his face with a scarf, he waited for Feng Xi'er to pass by on horseback. He held the silver sword in his hand and was about to fly out and attack Feng Xi'er from behind. Unexpectedly, a mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole followed behind.

Because all the attention was focused on the sneak attack on Feng Xi'er, he ignored the mysterious man in the iron mask behind him, allowing him to take advantage of it, and struck him in the back with a sword, giving him a blow to the head.

Long Jiu struck hard, and Feng Zhuoer immediately vomited blood, and the wound on her back was bloody. Feng Zhuoer reacted quickly, endured the pain of the wound on her back, and started fighting with Long Jiu with her sword.

The silver swords collided, causing sparks to fly. The injured Feng Zhuoer was quickly defeated. Long Jiu's swordsmanship was cruel and merciless. The swords were close to Feng Zhuoer's vitals. There were many types of swords, and the swords were deadly. Feng Zhuoer was surprised, there was such a master in the dynasty? Defeated him easily. Feng Zhuoer always thought that her martial arts had reached its peak, but unexpectedly, in the end, she was so vulnerable.

After a few moves, Feng Zhuoer was seriously injured. Long Jiu held a silver sword and pointed it directly at Feng Zhuoer's Adam's apple. Feng Zhuoer had never been so scared before. He was also a human being and was afraid of death. With a strong and arrogant face, he asked: "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

Long Jiu was like the Shura messenger from hell, his voice was cold and ruthless, and he said: "Don't worry, I won't kill you... I will make you live or die..." As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhuoer's cries and screams echoed throughout the stone forest.

Long Jiu picked Feng Zhuoer's hand tendons and hamstrings, disabled his martial arts, and said coldly: "Go back and tell Shen Biyu that if you dare to think wrong again, it is best not to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion in this life, otherwise, you will end up worse than you. Even worse." He disappeared into the stone forest with his sword.

Long Ba, who was galloping on horseback, had just ridden out of the stone forest when he heard the screams echoing in the stone forest. He couldn't help but rein in his horse and stopped, turning his head to look to the left of the stone forest in confusion. Why does this voice sound familiar

"Your Highness, I'm going ahead." Feng Xi'er clamped the horse's body and sped up. She was very anxious. She didn't think about anything now. She just wanted to rush to the refugee village... Chanzhen, Chanzhen, chanting Chanzhen's name over and over again in her heart. .

Long Ba withdrew his gaze and chased after him with a roar.

Finally at the ugly hour, the two of them arrived at the refugee village at full speed. Feng Xi'er jumped off the horse. Because of the rush, the wound was pulled, and light red blood oozed from her chest. Her five fingers, which were broken by Shen Biyu's step, hurt her scalp. Numb, but Feng Xi'er couldn't care about that, her attention was not on her body, and she actually forgot about the pain.

Long Ba supported Feng Xi'er's shaking body and asked with concern: "Can you still hold on? Why don't you take a rest?"

Feng Xi'er immediately shook her head: "Quick, quick, Your Highness, take me to see Chanzhen."

Long Ba supported Feng Xi'er and walked into the refugee village.

The long-lost refugee village no longer has the simple atmosphere of the past when it was down and out. There are new sheds erected around it, and you can see it at a glance. There were many more refugees dressed in Mongolian clothes, and many officers and soldiers were stationed. Land was opened up beside the village in the wilderness, and many refugees were digging in the land to plant things.

Feng Xi'er followed Long Ba all the way and secretly observed that although the refugee village was no longer in a state of poverty and distress, with more people and more vitality, it had lost its rare simplicity and tranquility.

Unexpectedly, when I came to the refugee village again, I would see such a scene. I was worried that the refugee village would not have legal protection, but now there are officers and soldiers stationed there, and soon it will be developed, and the place will completely lose its original appearance... But Chanzhen is dead, What does it matter what happens to the refugee village

After walking past the large shed where officers and soldiers were stationed, Feng Xi'er saw the old village chief in the smaller shed in front. She felt excited and had a lot to say, but she replaced it with: "Uncle Village Chief..." while shouting, He strode forward and lovingly grabbed the old village chief's wrinkled hands, "Where's Chanzhen? Where is she?"

After not seeing each other for a long time, the old village chief has become even thinner and his eye sockets are sunken. When he heard Feng Xi'er's question, tears overflowed from his old eyes. His eyes were densely wrinkled, which made people feel distressed. Why is such a kind old man so sad

The old village chief brought Feng Xi'er into the corner of the shed. Chanzhen was lying on a simple wooden bed, covered from head to toe by a white sheet, and her whole body was wrapped up so that she could not be seen.

When the bad premonition was confirmed, when she saw the facts and the cruelty, Feng Xi'er couldn't bear it. A pain in her heart stuck in her Adam's apple, which was so uncomfortable.

Feng Xi'er rushed over, lifted the sheets, and saw Chan Zhen with her eyes closed tightly, her lips pale and lifeless. Feng Xi'er reached out and hugged Chan Zhen's body, which was a cold dead body without any warmth.

Feng Xi'er just lay on Chanzhen's body, hugged her tightly, and let her tears fall wildly on Chanzhen's body without shouting out of control. She naively wondered if Chanzhen would feel her call, miraculously. Come back to life

Things in this world are impermanent, but I still believe in miracles! This is what modern Ah Jiu said. There are miracles. Just like her time travel, will Chan Zhen also travel to other countries like her? Feng Xi'er kept fantasizing about the good side.

It’s just self-comfort!

If everyone could time travel, wouldn't the world be in chaos? There are miracles, but not everyone can have them!

Long Ba came over and patted Feng Xi'er on the shoulder, comforting him softly: "Life and death are determined by destiny, let her rest in peace."

The old village chief also consoled him: "Miss Xixi, Chanzhen just went to heaven. She went to be with her family. Don't be too sad."

Feng Xi'er suddenly stopped crying, her eyes were sharp, she turned around quickly and asked Long Ba: "Your Highness, do you know who did this?"

Long Ba shook his head: "Last night, Chanzhen went to the top of the mountain to watch the stars alone. Because of the rain, the ground was relatively humid. Many refugees stayed in the sheds. No one saw what happened. Late at night, the old village chief found out that Chanzhen was not there. Chanzhen was found on the top of the hill behind the shed. When he found Chanzhen, she had already been killed. The Sixth Prince checked Chanzhen and determined that she had been raped and then strangled to death. There were deep pinch marks on her neck. The Sixth Prince speculated that the murderer was very strong and a strong man."

Feng Xi'er gritted her teeth, clenched her fists uncontrollably, used crazy force, and roared: "It's okay if you rape her, why do you want to kill her? He is an inhumane and inhumane murderer. I must catch this pervert and strangle him to death. It’s really fair to Chan.”

"Chan is really mute. When she is insulted, she cannot cry out for help. This gives the murderer an opportunity to take advantage of him."

"Does His Highness the Crown Prince have any targets of suspicion?" Feng Xi'er asked anxiously.

Long Ba shook his head: "There have been many new people in the refugee village recently, and His Highness and the Sixth Prince have focused on developing land for planting, and did not notice the suspicious people. However, they did not expect that such a thing would happen, causing trouble in the village. The girl was so frightened that she didn’t dare to step out of the shed.”

Feng Xi'er stroked Chan Zhen's cold and pale face, and secretly decided in her heart that she must catch the murderer and give Chan Zhen justice. This was the last time she came into contact with Chanzhen. Feng Xier looked at Chanzhen seriously for a while.