Chapter 117 Yao Huang Tattoo

Author: Egret Ye Qilin

Chapter 117 Yao Huang Tattoo

Yang Mu was woken up by Hei Da Ya's big tongue, with a sleeping ball in his arms.

Looking around, I found myself lying on the bed in the east room of Peach Blossom Lane.

Hei Daya found out that Yang Mu was awake and was very excited. He barked "woof" twice to declare his contribution.

Yang Mu reached out to touch Hei Da Ya's head, but found that his back hurt and his whole body was numb.

After a while, I felt that the blood in my body became smoother.

Hei Da Ya jumped out of bed happily and went to find his friend Yang Shitou.

Yang Mu tried his best to sit up, and just picked up the water cup on the bedside, ready to moisten his throat, when he saw the door of the room was opened, and Lin Xiao came in with a bowl of soup. Seeing that she was awake, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm awake now. I'm sleeping."

It's been two days, does the wound still hurt?"

Yang Mu took a sip of warm water and said, "It's okay." The pain in his back was normal and there should be no infection.

Lin Xiao said: "The doctor came to see me this morning and said there is nothing serious. If you take good care of yourself, you will recover soon."

Yang Mu nodded and asked, "Has the killer been caught?"

Lin Xiao put the medicine bowl on the bedside and said: "I caught him, but he was too seriously injured and is already dead. I can't ask anything else."

Yang Mu was stunned, "Is the injury too severe?"

Lin Xiao gave her a funny look and said: "The eighth-grade peak Dzogchen can kill the mid-seventh-grade master. This kind of low-grade killing high-grade has not happened for many years."

"Is it difficult to fight back?" This was her first time fighting against a seventh-grade master, so she had no experience.

Lin Xiao nodded and said: "In the middle stage of seventh-grade, you can easily kill multiple eighth-grades at the same time." After a pause, he asked: "So, how did you win?"

Yang Mu held the cup of water, recalled the fight in the bamboo forest, and pondered: "Because I am strong?"

Lin Xiao laughed and said, "You are indeed stronger than many eighth-level warriors. You are also born at the eighth level. When Lu Shan was your age, he should not be able to beat the mid-seventh level."

He gestured to the medicine bowl and said: "The doctors in the county are better than those in the village, so I will bring you back for diagnosis and treatment. This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Drink it while it's hot."

Yang Mu picked up the bowl and took a sip. He almost vomited because it was too bitter.

Lin Xiao hurriedly took out a small paper bag from his arms, opened it to reveal two sugar balls the size of lotus seeds, and said, "Drink it in one gulp, and then eat one."

Yang Mu looked at Tang Qiu and thought, Lin Xiao is also good at flirting with girls.

She frowned and drank the medicinal soup, her little face immediately wrinkled into a small bun. She didn't even have time to put the bowl down, so she grabbed a candy and put it in her mouth.

She swore that she would never be hurt again, as the medicine was too bitter!

Lin Xiao admired the rare appearance of her little daughter and said: "There is Coptis chinensis in the medicine."

As a modern person, he also knows how bitter Coptis chinensis is. Yang Mu's expression was hard to explain. It took him a long time to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth and speak.

"You just said that after many years of not seeing low-grade people, they killed high-grade people. Who was the last one?"

Lin Xiaodao: "Fifteen years ago, Huaihua general Tang Yuanshan killed the Tatar general at the third level, and the second-level warrior He Lianjue; four years ago, Lin Xiao, the prince of Prince Ding's palace, killed the Yan Kingdom's forward general at the fourth level, and the third-level warrior.

The realm of Puyang Saint."

Yang Mu looked at him sideways, "You mean, I broke your record?"

Lin Xiao raised his eyebrows, is this the point?

Yang Mu suddenly reacted, looked at Lin Xiao in surprise, and said in disbelief: "Which grade do you think you are? Fourth grade?! You can be fourth grade at such a young age?!"

Lin Xiao said speechlessly: "I am now in the third grade!"

This isn’t the point, right?

Yang Mu was speechless. She was so powerful at the eighth level, but what kind of combat power did she have at the third level?

Lin Xiao looked at Yang Mu quietly, waiting for him to praise him for his greatness. He could fight against the third-level warriors at the fourth-level, and could kill the third-level in reverse. Even Duan Jiulang, the martial arts idiot, had praised him for this.

But Yang Mu's focus shifted again and he asked: "What is the third level?"

Lin Xiao said helplessly: "The state of having clear ears and clear eyes."

Yang Mu muttered, "No wonder you can always hear sounds from far away." Then she asked: "Then when can I enter the seventh level? How long will it take for me to become the third level like you?"

If you can enter the third level, why should you be afraid of assassination?

Lin Xiao sighed inwardly. It seemed that he would not get any admiration or praise today, so he had to patiently explain to Yang Mu: "The higher the rank, the harder it is to advance. There seems to be something in your body that is hindering you.

The advancement. My cultivation level is not high enough so I can’t see it.”

"Who can tell?"

"Perhaps a second-grade person who is one level higher than me can do it. When you return to the capital, you can ask your grandfather, the Protector of the Country, to have a look. If you still can't tell, you can only go to Duan Jiulang."

"Dan Jiulang?"

Lin Xiao nodded slightly and said: "The only first-level master in the capital is a martial arts fanatic. You have heard of his most popular disciple, who is Bai Zewei's Grand Governor, Situ Zheng."

Yang Mu nodded. After being assassinated in the bamboo forest, she desperately wanted to become stronger.

Lin Xiao said: "Just go back to the capital to resolve these matters. There is something you need to pay attention to early on."

He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and said, "This is the tattoo on the assassin's body, on his left arm."

He nodded his left arm and said, "Look carefully. If you encounter the same tattoo in the future, you can follow the clues and find out who is behind the scenes."

Yang Mu took the paper and unfolded it, revealing a blooming yellow flower.

"A male assassin has a flower tattoo?"

Yang Mu said he didn't understand.

Lin Xiao explained: "This is the King of Peony, Yao Huang. It is an extremely rare species. When Mu Chen was chasing the killer, judging from his moves, he was a dead man. The nobles in the capital often raised dead men to act as bodyguards.

and killers, and these dead warriors will leave their master’s mark on their bodies.”

After Yang Mu heard this, he asked: "So, the owner of this dead soldier likes peonies? Is it more likely that he is a woman?"

Lin Xiao said: "Peonies are graceful and luxurious. Emperor Jiaji loved peonies back then, so most nobles also followed the trend and planted peonies. Therefore, you can't tell whether the owner of the dead man is a man or a woman just by looking at the tattoo."

Yang Mu was silent. In this way, this clue was basically broken.

"If I had known better, I would have poked the dead man less often." She regretted a little.

Lin Xiao said with a smile: "Even if the dead soldiers are caught, it is difficult to find out. They have been given poison. Once they betray their masters, they will not survive. Besides, many of the dead soldiers' families are in the hands of their masters.

Even if it is for the safety of their family, they will not betray their master."

Yang Mu suddenly remembered that the killer seemed to have recognized Mu Chen before, and asked, "Does the killer know Mu Chen?"

Lin Xiao said: "Mu Chen is a fourth-grade dead soldier, which is considered a very high rank among dead soldiers, so many dead soldiers know him. But he does not know those dead soldiers."

He explained very patiently: "Moreover, Mu Chen likes to play tricks on others when he is chasing or capturing people. Either he pretends to be a ghost to scare people; he or she catches and releases them; or he hangs them on a cliff and swings;

Or throw people into the cesspit..."

After a pause, he concluded: "There are too many words to write about."

Yang Mu didn't expect that Mu Chen, a seemingly serious person, would have such a strange hobby.

Since Mu Chen doesn't know the killer, this clue is also broken.

She sighed slightly. It seemed that there were still many things in the capital that she needed to figure out, especially the person behind the Bamboo Forest Killer. If he was not caught, he would be a time dynamite.
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