Lin Songyao didn't remember what happened later. He only knew that he called his mother and Chen Yuan over and over again, but his body was completely soft and his mind was buzzing, as if countless bees were clamoring inside.

He was awakened by a "dong" sound. He was very familiar with this sound. Every day, he was awakened by such a "dongdong" sound. It was the sound of her mother chopping bones. The soba noodles she made had to be made of mutton soup, so before dawn every day, she had to get up to make a pot of mutton bone soup.

He had seen the bone-cutting knife with a thick hilt, thick and sharp blade, and very powerful. He also tried to take it himself and found that the knife was heavy in his hand, let alone waving it up and down to cut off bones. For this reason, he admired his mother very much. If a woman was not forced by life, how could she accumulate more strength than a man and wield a big knife freely.

But there has been a famine recently. The butcher who delivered meat in the countryside has been in the future for half a month. What is my mother cutting with this knife?

Lin Songyao had already thought of it, but he was unwilling to admit it. It was not until the door of the house opened and his mother came out with a big bucket that he spit out "wow", and then he trembled as if he was about to fall apart.

"You killed him...You killed Chen Yuan..."

The tangled hair on my mother's forehead covered all her eyes. There were a few drops of blood on her lower half of her face, but not much, but it was particularly abrupt by her pale face.

Lin Songyao felt that he didn't recognize the person with his hair and his eyes at all. Once upon a time, she was his backer and everything he relied on in the world? It was also the future he worked hard to build. But at this moment? All of this collapsed, and the person in his eyes shedded his last disguise? She became a butcher who walked out of the underworld.

A piece of white cloth was covered with a wooden barrel, and the cloth collapsed softly? He could vaguely see the shape of the bone below, pointed? It was a finger... It was a finger... Chen Yuan's finger was very thin? The joints were not obvious, like a girl.

"You killed him...you killed him..."

Lin Songyao went crazy and rushed forward with all his remaining strength, but his grandmother covered his mouth.

"Don't scream? Child? Don't scream, be good... He can only survive if he dies. Your mother, your mother, she has no choice."

My grandmother's wrinkled palm smelled of inferior tobacco, so that until now? He was sick when he smelled the smell.

"Stop calling, the person is gone? It's not good if his family hears it..."

While speaking, my mother had already walked to the door with a bucket? A flash of lightning slashed the sky, illuminating her silhouette? Such a thin woman? How did she cut Chen Yuan into a bucket of broken bones?

Didn't my mother look at her? In this world, it seemed that she was the only one left with the group of wild ghosts she raised.

Lin Songyao fainted from the sling. The moment he closed his eyes forward, he saw his mother uncovering the white cloth on the wooden barrel and throwing a blood-red thing on the stone road outside the door that was soaked by the rain. The thing disappeared as soon as it landed. He knew that he was eaten by the group of wild ghosts squatting outside the door.

***

"They left in the middle of the night. I was drunk at that time and didn't wake you up. I heard that I was going to Wubi Pavilion. But today, there are people over there who said that Master Lin disappeared last night. The head of Mr. Zhao was beaten by someone. Now he is unconscious. The people he is traveling with are making trouble in the pavilion."

Lin Songyao was busy listening to his close servant's reply while wearing clothes. Several maids came to serve, but he pushed them away. Just now, in his dream, he saw Chen Yuan again. He was still as handsome as a child, white and delicate, smiled faintly, revealing the two dimples embedded in the corner of his mouth, as pure as the blue sky outside the window.

"When did you find it?" He hurriedly asked the servant standing beside the bed with his hands.

"This morning, they first found Mr. Zhao lying in the courtyard, but later Master Lin did not come to Wubi Pavilion. Someone went to the place where he lived, and then he found that the person was missing. However, no one knows that Master Lin went to the pavilion with Mr. Zhao last night, and no one knows why they had to go to Wubi Pavilion in the middle of the night. We only know what happened." The servant replied truthfully.

As she was speaking, the door of the house was pushed open with a "clang". The person Lin Songyao didn't want to see appeared at the door. The sunlight shone behind her and cast a shadow in front of the door.

"Everything out." Aunt Rong glanced at the people in the room with a blank expression. No one could understand the colors in her eyes. "Don't forget to take your dirty things out together."

She added, pointing to the tacky green sweat towel on the bed.

A maid was so scared that she hurriedly clenched her sweat towel in her hands and followed a few people out. In the room, there were only Aunt Rong and Lin Songyao, who looked at each other, and their expressions on her face were more cruel than the other.

"I knew it was you," Aunt Rong walked closer to her son, half squatted down, and two glints appeared in her eyes, "No one can instruct Master Lin except me and you. Now that things are getting bigger, your intention is fulfilled? Do you know who that Mr. Zhao is? Now that he has done this, you and me, including Wubi Pavilion, may not be able to protect it."

Lin Songyao stared at the face in front of him that had already appeared old. The fierce wrinkles on it made him feel as dazzling as those bright gold teeth. "Don't people kill? Are you hurt? Are you afraid? Are you reluctant to let go of these wealth and glory, or are you afraid that you will be exposed, so that everyone can see that you, Wu Guirong's hands are covered with blood?"

"Pan" a slap on his face, which hurts sharply. Lin Songyao touched his face, but there was a smile on his lips, "Are you angry? Tell me what you are thinking? Mother, you look at everyone in front of you and behind you, why are you showing your true face today?"

He looked at the angry ignition on his face with satisfaction, and suddenly his body relaxed, leaned back, leaned lazily on the bed, picked up a sachet, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

But suddenly, Lin Songyao saw the anger on his mother's face disappear, and showed a smile hidden below, as proud as the smile on his face.

His heart sank suddenly.

"Do you think you are clean?" Aunt Rong bit her lower lip, and her smile seemed to be engraved on her face, smug, and even more terrifying than not smiling. "That night, Chen Yuan came to you, but he wouldn't have died if not. Also," she leaned forward a little, grabbed Lin Songyao's chin, and forced him to look at him. "Also, after so many years, you have never reported to the official, and you even dared not return to Qianxi Town. Do you know why? Because you are an accomplice, kill Chen Yuan's accomplice."
Chapter completed!