mousepad-d2 Chapter 145 Murder
Chapter 145 Murder
Wen Chi's gaze gradually focused, and Ruofang's panicked face was reflected in his sight.
He stared blankly at Ruofang, and after a long time, he felt his consciousness come back slowly. He opened his mouth and found that his voice was extremely hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"
Ruofang breathed a sigh of relief: "My lord, you are having a nightmare."
Wen Chi belatedly remembered the contents of those nightmares, and couldn't help shivering. He reached out and touched his face, and felt the cold sweat in his hands.
Seeing Wen Chi's lingering fear, Ruofang didn't dare to let him fall back to sleep, so she supported Wen Chi to sit on the bedside, and said softly, "Is the young master thirsty? This servant will pour you a glass of water."
Wen Chi shook his head.
Ruofang said again: "If the young master doesn't want to sleep, the servants can stay here with the young master."
Wen Chi's face was still pale, he looked up at Ruofang, and forced the corners of his mouth to twitch: "Thank you, Ruofang."
At the end, he suddenly remembered something, "Please help me bring those two things over."
Those two things were the scroll and spirit stone that Shi Ye gave him.
Wen Chi knew that these two things were precious, so he didn't dare to place them casually, so he hid them under the cabinet as before.
Under Wen Chi's guidance, Ruofang took out the scroll and spirit stone from under the cabinet, and carefully handed them to Wen Chi.
Wen Chi took the spirit stone, and soon felt the cold temperature on the surface of the spirit stone.
He spread his hand, and saw that the spirit stone was shining brightly in the dim candlelight, like stars in the sky.
I have to say, this is really a beautiful stone, no wonder Wen Liang saw it at first.
But Wen Chi looked left and right, and didn't see any difference in this stone. Apart from being more beautiful than ordinary stones, it seemed to be just an ordinary stone.
Wen Chi fell into deep thought, he still couldn't figure out why Shi Ye took out the spirit stone and put it beside him.
"My lord, is this stone important?" Ruofang squatted beside the bed, raising her head curiously.
These days, Wen Chi would take a look at the spirit stone from time to time, and Ruofang saw it all.
"Very important..." Wen Chi thought for a while, then turned his head to look at Ruofang who was propping his chin with folded hands, "Ruofang, if you give something to someone, what do you think your purpose should be. "
Ruofang tilted her head, and thought about it for a while: "Is the young master talking about giving gifts?"
"No." Wen Chi hesitated for a moment, and told the truth, "This stone was given to me by Shi Ye. I had already packed it up, but Shi Ye took it out of the cabinet that morning. What do you think he meant by that?"
"My servant speculates that maybe the emperor wants to remind you what to do, and what to do is related to this stone?" Ruofang said hesitantly, scratching her chin, "But what can such a stone be used for? Woolen cloth?"
Wen Chi echoed disappointedly: "Yes, what can it be used for..."
Before his words fell, he stopped abruptly.
A thought flashed through his mind quickly.
This time, he didn't miss it, but accurately captured that thought.
Ruofang's words awakened the dreamer.
Only then did Wen Chi suddenly come to his senses—yes, he thought about so many messy things, why did he miss the usefulness of the spirit stone?
This spiritual stone hides a system to change Wen Liang's fate, and it also contains infinite power. The main purpose of Shi Ye snatching it from Hua's family was to save the former emperor.
This spirit stone is almost omnipotent...
How could he ignore this?
At this moment, it seemed as if a gust of wind had blown away, gradually blowing away the mist in front of Wen Chi's eyes, his vision soon became clear, and all kinds of past memories appeared in front of his eyes.
He was short of breath, and his hands holding the scroll and spirit stone were trembling slightly, but he still opened the scroll at an extremely fast speed.
The familiar figure on the scroll came into view again.
During the time when Shi Ye disappeared, Wen Chi opened the scroll countless times.
The more times he looked at it, he could clearly remember every color and every detail in the painting. I don't know if it was his illusion. The deeper his memory of this picture scroll, the more he felt that the people in the picture were not other people. People, but him—Wen Chi.
Wen Chi has never thought about this before, since Shi Ye said that there is another person, he is very stubborn to think that there is another person who looks exactly like him in this world.
However, once one breaks out of this fixed mode of thinking, many exaggerated speculations will spring up like mushrooms after rain.
If the person in this painting is really him, it means——
Shi Ye had seen him before they met, and what he saw was the slightly older him now.
This sudden thought took root in Wen Chi's mind and grew at an uncontrollable speed. His face turned blue, and his almond eyes were filled with shock.
For a long time, his eyes fell on the spirit stone lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
He finally understood.
For a moment, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.
It turned out to be like this...
It has been going around for so long, but he has only now figured it out. It turned out that everything is so simple, like a ring connected end to end, not only trapped his life, but also trapped his thinking.
"Hahahahahaha!" Wen Chi couldn't help laughing out loud, he clenched his hands, the scroll was crumpled by him, and the palm of his hand hurt from the Lingshi, but he didn't know it and laughed wantonly.
Ruofang was taken aback by Wen Chi's sudden reaction: "My lord?"
"Ruofang, I figured it out. I know what Shi Ye wanted to say to me." Wen Chi was so excited that he threw the scroll on the bed, clenched the spirit stone in his hand, and was about to get out of bed. Ye."
Ruofang was at a loss, she didn't know what Wen Chi wanted to understand, but she knew that she couldn't let Wen Chi leave here easily, if something happened to Wen Chi outside, even if it took her life, she couldn't afford it .
"My lord, calm down." Ruo Fang hurriedly stood up to block Wen Chi's way, "My lord, the sky outside is still dark and pitch black, where are you going to find the emperor?"
At this moment, Wen Chi could no longer listen to any persuasion, he pushed away Ruofang's hand that was holding him back, his eyes were flushed with excitement, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to remain calm: "Ruofang, I know what to do." How can I save Shi Ye, I'm going to save him."
Ruofang said anxiously: "But young master, it's only the third watch. Can we talk about it tomorrow? Otherwise, if you don't find the emperor, something will happen. This servant really can't afford it." Responsibility."
Hearing what she said, Wen Chi stopped his movements obediently.
Seeing this, Ruofang thought that Wen Chi had given up the idea of going to the emperor, so she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense expression eased.
She was about to persuade Wen Chi to go back to bed and rest, but she heard Wen Chi talking to himself, "You're right, I might not be able to find Shi Ye when I go out now..."
"Yes." Ruofang coaxed, "My lord, you are still pregnant, even if it's not for yourself, you should think about the child, sleep first, and wait until dawn, and this slave will accompany you to find the emperor."
Who knew that Ruofang's words were not heard by Wen Chi at all, and before her words fell, Wen Chi said again: "Eunuch Zhu and Zuo Zhi must know the whereabouts of Shi Ye, I can ask them."
Ruofang's relaxed expression froze again: "Mr., Mr...."
Wen Chi said: "I'm going to find Xiao Shuanzi, and I want him to take me to find Eunuch Zhu."
Ruofang was so anxious that she almost cried: "But young master..."
Wen Chi didn't want to waste time in entanglement with Ruofang, he quickly walked around Ruofang and walked out, three steps in parallel, his movements have never been so flexible since he showed his bosom.
"Young master!" Ruofang's eager and helpless voice sounded from behind, accompanied by the sound of footsteps following, "Young master, don't be impulsive, or you will just wait here, and this servant will help you find Xiao Shuanzi."
Wen Chi suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Ruofang, who was following behind, jumped in fright, and stopped quickly for fear of bumping into Wen Chi who was pregnant.
Wen Chi turned his head, and his eyes fell on Ruofang's little face that was dripping with cold sweat. His expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and he opened his mouth and said, "Ruofang, I don't want to sit still, don't stop me."
Ruofang opened her mouth slightly, staring at Wen Chi in a daze.
She had been serving Wen Chi for so long, and it was the first time she saw Wen Chi so stubbornly going to do something. The coldness in Wen Chi's eyes was like a basin of cold water pouring down, making her subconsciously stagger a step back.
Wen Chi didn't say anything else, and took a deep look at Ruofang, then turned around and continued to walk out.
Now, Ruofang didn't dare to stop him again.
Wen Chi walked quickly, and he walked to the outside door in a short while. He opened the door, but saw a slender figure standing quietly outside the door.
The candlelight in the room shone obliquely on the visitor, who took a step straight in without saying a word, and revealed a familiar face from the darkness.
After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Wen Chi couldn't help being surprised: "Zuo Zhi?"
It was Zuo Zhi who came.
Zuo Zhi was wearing dark clothes and her black hair was tied neatly behind her head. She stood outside the door just now, almost blending into the thick night.
Zuo Zhi maintained her usual indifferent expression on her face, her eyes swept Wen Chi's face calmly, as if she was confirming something.
Before Wen Chi could speak, Zuo Zhi said, "It's so late, where is Mr. Wen going?"
Hearing this, Wen Chi suddenly came back to his senses, he immediately grabbed Zuo Zhi's arm like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, "Zuo Zhi, I found a way to save Shi Ye, where's Shi Ye? Where is he? I want to see him."
Zuo Zhi looked at Wen Chi expressionlessly, and Wen Chi's pale but excited face was reflected in his black eyes.
Her eyes moved slightly, and suddenly, there seemed to be a ripple on the lake in her heart.
"I know where the emperor has gone."
At this time, Ruofang also came over, she vaguely guessed what Zuo Zhi was going to do, and called Miss Zuo Zhi anxiously.
But Zuo Zhi turned a deaf ear to Ruofang's voice, she looked at Wen Chi for a moment, and rarely raised the corner of her mouth, and smiled slightly: "I'll take you there."
Wen Chi followed Zuo Zhi out of the gate, and saw a carriage parked on the side of the road not far away.
There was no driver in the carriage.
Zuo Zhi helped Wen Chi into the carriage without saying a word, and then sat on the driver's seat.
It wasn't until the carriage started to drive that Wen Chi suddenly understood that Zuo Zhi was not willing to take him to find Shi Ye because of his persuasion, but had already made this plan.
Along the way, the carriage drove very fast and was extremely bumpy.
Wen Chi was swayed here and there, and had to lean against the corner to stabilize his figure. The familiar feeling of nausea returned, and he bit his lip, trying not to let himself spit out in the carriage.
He carefully took out the spirit stone hidden in his cuff, held the spirit stone in his hand, and felt the slight tingling sensation of the spirit stone pressing against his skin, which made him feel better.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped.
Wen Chi was helped out of the carriage by Zuo Zhi.
His legs were weak, and Zuo Zhi had to support him for a long time before he could stand firmly.
The night wind blew loudly in Wen Chi's ears. He raised his head, and what he saw was a house that was already abandoned just by looking at it, and this house looked familiar.
Wen Chi followed Zuo Zhi to the depths of the house for a while, and suddenly realized why he felt that this house looked familiar—it was clearly the place where Hanako Zang kidnapped him last time and put him there!
"Isn't this..." Wen Chi said in a daze, "Is it the Hua family?"
Zuo Zhi walked in front of Wen Chi and said without looking back, "Yes."
Wen Chi still wanted to ask something, but he quickly figured out something. His expression became more and more serious, his fists were clenched tightly, and the speed of his feet became faster and faster.
Not long after, they came to a more familiar dilapidated house.
Zuo Zhi raised the fire folder in his hand, looked back at Wen Chi, and then walked in without saying a word.
Wen Chi followed behind without landing a step.
Wen Chi remembered that there was a dark room in the house, and he needed to find a mechanism to open the stone door of the dark room.
But what surprised him was that the stone door of the darkroom was wide open, obviously someone came over after they left last time.
Before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of blood, continuously wafting out from the stone gate.
Unable to hold back, Wen Chi turned around and retched.
He vomited very badly, as if he wanted to spit out all the food he ate. Fortunately, he usually didn't have a big appetite and ate very little, so now he only vomited a few mouthfuls of water.
Zuo Zhi came over and stroked his back lightly twice: "Are you okay?"
Wen Chi nodded, this time is not good but good, he said: "Let's go in."
Zuo Zhi was still a little worried about Wen Chi's body, but seeing that Wen Chi could persevere, he didn't say anything, and walked into the dark room first.
Wen Chi followed behind, smelling the bloody smell in the dark room was stronger than that outside, mixed with other unpleasant smells, and Wen Chi was so sick that he vomited several times.
Zuo Zhi seems to be used to these smells, unconsciously, without changing his face, he walks through the many dark rooms of the house with ease - it can be seen that this is not the first time she has been here.
After walking for a long time, Zuo Zhi stopped, and she turned to look at Wen Chi: "Here we are."
Wen Chi covered his nose with his hand, his face was already extremely ugly, after hearing Zuo Zhi's words, he quickened his pace and walked to the door, looking inside.
The next moment, he retched again.
This room is the room where the ice coffin of Queen Hua was stored, but now, the coffin has been shattered, and half of Queen Hua's body is still in the broken ice coffin, while the other half hangs down to the ground at an angle.
In addition to Queen Hua's corpse, there were seven or eight corpses scattered all over the room. Without exception, those corpses were dripping with blood, with severed arms and legs, and even one corpse's head had been cut off in half. That eye was stretched to the extreme with horror.
Apparently, the bloody smell that filled the entire darkroom emanated from these corpses.
Zuo Zhi also noticed those corpses, but she stepped into the room without even frowning.
Wen Chi struggled back to the door, only to see Zuo Zhi stepping over the corpses on the ground step by step, and finally walked to a corpse leaning on the broken ice coffin.
Zuo Zhi faced the corpse for a while, then suddenly squatted down.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Chi saw the half-closed eyes of the corpse slowly lift up.
So, that person is still alive? !
Wen Chi was shocked for a moment, he quickly reacted, and strode in.
He took a closer look and found that the man was still alive, but his breath was extremely weak, as if he was breathing in and out, if Wen Chi's eyes hadn't been focused on him just now, it would be difficult to find that he was still alive .
And that person's face...
He seems to have seen it somewhere.
"Hua Yin." Zuo Zhi's indifferent voice interrupted Wen Chi's thoughts, she quietly looked at the man's bloody face, "The three-day deadline is up, I want an answer."
Huayin?
This person is Hua Yin? !
He didn't expect that the person he had been thinking about for so long would appear in front of him one day without warning——
Wen Chi was stunned.
He had only met Hua Yin once, recalling the first and only time he saw Hua Yin before, he dared not compare the scrawny person in front of him who seemed to have been soaked in blood with the gentle and elegant looking person. Middle-aged men hook up.
But looking carefully at the face of the person in front of him, it was indeed Hua Yin's face.
For a moment, an uncontrollable anger flooded Wen Chi. He thought of Hua Yin's actions and the poison Hua Yin had given Shi Ye, and his body was shaking with anger.
When he realized it, he had already grabbed Hua Yin's clothes.
I don't know where he got so much strength to lift Hua Yin half way from the ground abruptly.
He didn't seem to be able to smell the pungent smell of blood, and the rage in his eyes was about to overflow, he stared at Hua Yin's half-dead face, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "How can the poison in Shi Ye's body be cured? "
Hua Yin only breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't even have the strength to struggle, he tilted his head as if his neck was broken, and after a while, his distracted eyes focused on Wen Chi's face.
But his gaze didn't stay on Wen Chi's face for long, but went straight down and landed on Wen Chi's swollen belly.
Hua Yin opened her lips very slowly, and the voice she spit out was like a mosquito: "My child... how old is it..."
Wen Chi's five fingers gripping Hua Yin's clothes tightened violently, the end of his eyes were blood red, and the redness spread to the tip of his nose, making him feel sore at the tip of his nose, and even had the urge to cry instantly.
Why?
Why did Hua Yin ask him that?
Where did Hua Yin have the face to ask him like that?
This man who is not worthy of being a father is not worthy of asking him about children!
"Let me ask you." Wen Chi approached him, slamming each word, "How to get rid of the poison in Shi Ye's body?"
Hua Yin stared blankly at Wen Chi's stomach for a long time, then pulled the corner of his mouth very lightly, and said, "There is no solution."
In an instant, tears welled up in Wen Chi's eyes, at this moment, he had the heart to kill Hua Yin.
"Where is he?" Zuo Zhi stood up, her voice was terribly low, and the murderous intent in her eyes was no less than that of Wen Chi, "If you tell me, I can consider keeping this woman's body, if you still keep talking, don't blame me Chop up her body and feed it to the dogs!"
Facing Zuo Zhi's threat, Hua Yin remained unmoved, to be precise, he didn't even have the strength to move, he was numb and embarrassed, which fit the characteristics of a dying person.
Zuo Zhi was out of breath, and suddenly pulled out the sword pinned to his waist. The tip of the sword went down, and pierced Hua Queen's eyebrows with a whoosh sound, and pierced Hua Queen's head.
Empress Hua closed her eyes peacefully, her face was peaceful, only the sword that pierced her brow was very abrupt.
Hua Yin saw this scene from the corner of his eye, and his body, which was almost silent, trembled violently.
In an instant, hatred flooded Hua Yin's blood-stained face like a tide. He seemed to want to struggle, but he couldn't even breathe.
Finally, he gave up.
His eyes returned to Wen Chi's face, and slowly, he showed a cruel smile: "He fought with us and was injured... he won't live long..."
After all, he looked away, searched the ground for a while with great difficulty, and then fixed on a certain place.
Wen Chi's face was covered with criss-cross tears. He bit his lip and tasted the sweet taste of blood. He desperately suppressed the urge to kill Hua Yin, and turned his head to follow Hua Yin's gaze.
He saw a crushed clay figurine lying on the ground alone with only the upper body left.
The clay figurine was wearing clothes, and that snow-white dress was very familiar to Wen Chi, because Wen Chi put it on for the clay figurine himself.
At the same time, Hua Yin's weak voice sounded next to Wen Chi's ear: "Even if he escapes by chance, he will not be able to survive... The poison has been devouring his life little by little, and now he is exhausted." Deng Ku... If you go out and search carefully, maybe you can find his body..."
Just as Hua Yin finished speaking, Wen Chi suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword that had been pierced into Queen Hua's body. He flipped the wrist holding the sword, and pierced the sword into Hua Yin's chest at an extremely fast speed under Zuo Zhi's surprised gaze.
A stab.
The entire sword body submerged into Hua Yin's body.
The tip of the sword passed through Hua Yin's body and tilted downward. The continuous blood flowed out from the wound like a spring dug out suddenly, and the blood flowed down the tip of the sword.
In the blink of an eye, there was a large pool of blood on the ground.
Hua Yin's face was deathly pale, his mouth was wide open, his eyes bulged like copper bells, and he didn't know whether it was the pain or the shock of Wen Chi's killing him.
Wen Chi drew out his sword.
Hua Yin fell to the ground, her body twitching slightly.
Wen Chi pierced Hua Yin's chest with his sword again.
Hua Yin let out a hoarse and unpleasant voice from her throat, her eyes fixed on Wen Chi with those copper bell-like eyes.
"The famous Patriarch of the Hua family, didn't expect that one day he would die at the hands of a nobody like me?" Wen Chi smiled sarcastically, with tears streaming down his face again, "Before you, I didn't dare Killing people, I don't think I will kill people, you let me break the precept, you let me know that there are people who are so inferior to pigs and dogs in the world..."
After a pause, he said, "After you die, I will throw the corpses of you and Queen Hua north and south. There are many obstacles between you in life, so don't expect to be together after death."
Hua Yin was burning with anger, her eyes widened in pain and despair: "You..."
However, as soon as he uttered a word, there was no sound - Wen Chi swung his sword and cut his throat.
Hua Yin died.
His expression was frozen at the peak of fear, ferocious and frightening.
Wen Chi stared at Hua Yin's body with cold eyes for a while, then walked towards Zuo Zhi, and he handed the sword in his hand to Zuo Zhi.
Zuo Zhi never dreamed that Wen Chi, who was as cowardly as a mouse, would kill someone with her own hands. She was so shocked that she instinctively took the sword that Wen Chi handed over, and stared blankly as Wen Chi turned around and walked to the corner, picking up the swords scattered on the ground. clay figurines.