Yan Qingcheng fainted in this sudden "fire rain" and was carried away by someone found by Baotian for treatment. Zhao Zimai simply bandaged the wound and stayed behind to deal with the aftermath.

However, when he found Yan Yuchi, he was a little glad that Yan Qingcheng fainted, so that he would not have to face the headless corpse.

Yan Yuchi's body was stuffed into the coffin and pressed against his father Yan Bailin. The father and son were just stacked together, with four arms crossed, as if hugging each other.

Mu Crook looked into the coffin, hurriedly smashed his mouth and walked aside, muttering, "Master of the Heavenly King, kill people just by killing people. Why waste the body like this? This evil spirit is cruel enough."

Mu Xiaowu ignored him and leaned on the coffin, playing with his braids all the time. His eyes hidden under the hat were shining, as if he was thinking about something. Soon, she glanced at Zhao Zimai who had been observing her, and snorted, "Don't just look at me, this thing has been dead for at least a hundred years. Tell me, what is it?"

After being asked by her suddenly, Zhao Zimai couldn't help but feel shocked, so he quickly told her everything about the whole story of Hongyu Tang.

After hearing this, before Mu Xiaowu could speak, Mu Crooker sighed first, "I have been sealed in a jar for a hundred years, and my body is still regarded as a stepping stone for promotion and wealth by my enemies. No wonder Tao Huan is so resentful. It seems that these Yan family members will not lose their lives."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly became straight. He turned his head and stared at the coffin. After looking at it for a long time, he scratched his head and said to Mu Xiaowu, "God, this matter is really strange. When I first saw the child, he was unconscious and looked like he lost his soul. That's why I used a copper needle to embroider his soul. After the copper needle returned, the child woke up immediately. I was still happy at the time and thought that my skills had improved again. But now it seems that it was the copper needle that embroidered the evil spirit into the child's body."

Mu Xiaowu glanced at him, "Are you worried? Are you afraid that the Yan clan would be killed by your recklessness?"

Mu Crouchi lowered his head and muttered something. But Mu Xiaowu sneered and scolded him, "Fanny, if you can embroider it, I will not be injured that day."

Mu Cutezi obviously breathed a sigh of relief, "So, does that child possessed by evil spirits have nothing to do with me?"

"It's just a coincidence that the evil spirit attached to his body and it took some time to adapt and raise it, so the child fell into a coma like he had lost his soul. And you were just about to wake up to embroider the soul." At this point, her eyes turned and a somewhat evil smile appeared on her face, "Old man, since that's the case, can the money you took back?"

Mu Cutezi was shocked by this, and then he smiled and said with a smile, "Aren't we here to help them catch evil spirits? If you help so much, can you still have the reason to return the money?" Speaking of this, he waved his hand to a yamen runner in front of him who was about to carry the body and said loudly, "Brother, go slowly, I'll help you. The bones of the corpse are broken, and you can't lift it up. You have to shovel it little by little..."

After saying that, he walked over in a panic, his legs that were usually not neat were much quicker.

"This old man wishes to take that little money as his life." Mu Xiaowu looked at Mu Crooked's back as he hurriedly left, and cursed with a smile.

If it were an ordinary person, the smile could add some vividness to her face, but her face was still and her skin was not moving. Her skin and texture were divided into two distinct layers, which looked stiff and weird, and very terrifying. In addition, the two ghostly fire-like pupils made her face look more and more gloomy and terrifying, making people dare not look at it.

Zhao Zimai turned his gaze away from her face, hesitated and thought for a while, and finally said the words he kept in his heart for a long time, "I have been thinking about one thing these days. Although Yan Qing is not allowed to be punished, these evil things are all done by him alone. Could it be that what he owed Tao Huan to the descendants of the Yan family to pay back?"

Hearing this, Mu Xiaowu raised his head and stared at Zhao Zimai with interest for a long time, as if he wanted to see his heart. Zhao Zimai was staring at her and was regretting that he was talking too much, but suddenly he heard a long intestinal roar in her abdomen.

Mu Xiaowu patted his stomach and raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't understand the cause and effect. Now I'm so hungry that I just want to catch the thing and swallow it in my stomach. Mr. Zhao, tell me where will it hide?"

***

The carriage was bumping on the rugged mountain road, and the carriage was shaking violently. This was really a torment for Xiangzhen, who had not yet entered the rice for two days. Now, she was covering her mouth with one hand, trying to swallow the vomiting back.

"Mother, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jiayan, who was sitting next to her, thoughtfully handing over a spittoon, "If you want to vomit, just spit it out here, don't hold it in your mouth."

Xiangzhen took the spittoon and retching it a few times, but she only spit out a few traces of saliva. The little food in her stomach had long been digested, so she could still spit out.

"Mother, let me tell you a story. If you are distracted, you won't feel that uncomfortable." Jiayan looked at the mountain road illuminated by the moonlight. On both sides of the road, the rugged rocks had been sharpened by the mountain wind for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and had already changed from sharp to round and dull. They have all changed. Where is he, is he still the Tao Huan who is as pure as a pool of clear water?

"That day... it was the Lantern Festival..." His lips moved a few times, revealing the exposed gums inside because of teeth changing.

My parents and my sister went out to watch the lights before it was dark. Because I was going to take the provincial examination that year, I didn't go out and read the books alone at home. I still remember that before leaving, I called my sister and asked her to bring me a lantern, a carp lantern.

Sister kept the lamp until she died, and took it out and wiped it from time to time. However, the color on it gradually faded. It was originally bright red, but later it turned into white. White. What's the auspicious thing? Isn't it just for dead people to use?

My parents and sister have been waiting for me for the rest of their lives, and they can't rest until they die. But what they don't know is that I have been looking forward to them, through the wall and the old urn, I can't see them, but I can never go home.

I transformed into a jar of red jade soup, a jar of magical medicine that saved countless lives.
Chapter completed!