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Author: Yao Jishan

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"Master, this slave sounds like the voice is coming from behind the peach forest."

After walking out of the flower hall, the maid who just held the scarf came forward and reminded Mulbalan softly. She is the most trusted golden slave by her master and has always been very eloquent.

Mu'er nodded solemnly and led the group to the west. After turning around the dozen peach trees, he saw a middle-aged servant girl dressed as a steward staggering over. She might have fallen down on the road. The servant girl

His hair was messy, and there were many blades of grass and dirt stuck to his body. He looked extremely miserable.

"Master, Master, it's not good, it's not good, kill...kill someone! Kill someone!" As Mu'er came closer, the servant woman just fell to her knees with a "pop" sound, trembling all over and reported.

She did understand the seriousness of the matter and did not call him all the way to get up. Despite this, Mu'er's face sank in an instant.

At this time, she was already far away from the flower hall, so she didn't care about any etiquette. She frowned and took a few steps forward. She raised her leg and kicked the servant girl until she rolled a few times, and then said sternly:

"Why don't you wash your mouth clean for me? Why is the master so bad? If the master really thought that he was bad, you cheap slaves would have turned into ashes long ago!"

She has always been very strict with her servants. Although she doesn't like to get blood, she has endless methods of punishing her servants. It is rare to see slaves with broken hands and feet under her hands. Instead, they die of internal injuries due to excessive internal injuries. There are always some of them every year.

So a dozen or so.

The servant woman knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she hurriedly raised her arms and slapped herself hard several times, saying repeatedly, "My slave deserves to die, my slave deserves to die," and then she rolled and crawled down at Mu'er's feet, slapping her head with her head.

Touching the ground and trembling:

"Master, something really... happened. Lan She died over there... three people died, and blood... blood flowed all over the floor..."

She reported almost breathlessly. She wanted to get up and kneel down several times while speaking, but she couldn't. She could only lie limply in front of Mulbalan, panting with her mouth wide open like a dying dog.

He was out of breath, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

Mu'er Balan glanced at the servant woman coldly, and saw that her eyes were turning white and her whole body was twitching. She didn't know whether it was because of fright or because of the kick just now. She was actually breathing out more and not taking in much. Mu'er's face couldn't help but

Showing a hint of disgust, he waved his hand and ordered someone to drag her down. He immediately called two of his cronies and ordered:

"You two go separately to invite E Niang and Amma. Remember, don't make any noise, don't disturb the distinguished guests, and don't invite irrelevant people."

The two maids took the order tremblingly. Mul Balan stood there for a moment. After he had calmed down his breathing and concentrated his concentration, he led everyone to continue to Lanshe. In a deep voice, he asked the man who was holding the scarf before.

Maid: "Who is in Lanshe?"

It's not a big deal if a few people die, and it doesn't matter even if hundreds of those Mu Na Heitai die. It's not ordinary people who are afraid of death. And judging from the performance of the servant girl just now, the situation is probably not good.

It's a pity that the servant girl didn't have a clear mind and spoke vaguely, and she didn't know who died.

When thinking about this, Mu'er's breathing couldn't help but become tight, and the conversation he had just had with Pearl Fulun suddenly appeared in his mind.

Huazhen has never come to the flower viewing party. She clearly promised to come. Could it be... No, no! Definitely not!

Mulbalan shook his head vigorously, as if to throw away this ominous thought. At this moment, the trembling voice of the maid holding a scarf floated into his ears:

"Back... back to the master, I just came forward to listen to the report from the person below. The person taking a break in Lanshe is... the girl from the Dan family."

Mulbalan's head suddenly buzzed, his eyes were spinning, and his body was shaking a few times.

The golden slave rushed forward to steady her. After a while, Mulbalan turned around with a face as pale as paper and asked in a trembling voice that was unfamiliar even to her: "You... you said

What? Say it again...say it again."

The maid seemed not to hear.

Her eyes were so wide open at this moment that they almost squeezed out of their sockets, and she stared blankly behind Mulbalan. The face that had lost its color due to fear was pale and gray, which made Mulbalan confused.

Lan also felt a chill in her heart.

She stiffened her body and slowly, slowly turned her head.

Lan She has arrived.

The Z-shaped house was originally widely separated, and everyone's line of sight could pass through the hollow area formed by the clean room on the left and the living room on the right without any obstruction, and they could see the bedroom with the door open at a glance.

At this moment, a headless female corpse was lying beside the door. Her blue dress was soaked in a pool of blood and had turned black.

The wind blowing from nowhere carried the fragrance of "Thousand Miles of Incense" farther and farther away, just like the large piece of blood flowing down the steps and the headless corpse. The fragrance has always been so charming and fragrant.

Mulbalan remembered in a daze that "Qianlixiang" seemed to have a very elegant nickname, called "Xiangsha".

"Fragrant... fragrant to kill..."

She murmured softly, and her eyes were fixed on the female corpse, as if the corpse had a kind of magic power that made her unable to look away.

That was the first time she saw Lanshe, and it was also her last sight.

At the moment when she was teetering and almost falling, Buribalan arrived.

The head of the Balan Mansion obviously received the news earlier than his daughter, because he did not come alone, but brought a large number of guards.

The guards of the Balan Mansion, who were wearing light armor and carrying long knives at their waists, surrounded Lanshe within a few seconds of filming, blocking all curious and indistinguishable prying eyes.

Mrs. Balan came very quickly.

Even though her face was pale and her expression was tired, she still used her gentle attitude as much as possible and invited all the female family members into the large garden in front and placed them in several pavilions.

Buribalan also wiped his face with oil and sweat, kept the male guests in his house temporarily with a smile on his face, and reported the matter to Mangtai in person.

After all, this was a serious matter involving human life, and it involved Marshal Zuo's family. The male and female guests did not feel that they were being neglected, and they only discussed it in private.

After the distinguished guests were accommodated, all the maidservants serving near the monastery in Balan Mansion were imprisoned in an empty room and were closely guarded by the guards.

As for the servants of the Dan family who accompanied Hua Zhen, the Balan Mansion did not dare to specialize in them and left all the power to Commander Zuo.

Soon after, the person in charge of the whole matter changed from Buri Balan to Mangtai Nadan. With the appearance of Mangtai and his son, the number of guards in the back house of Balan's house doubled.

Buribalan knew very well that the murder happened in his own home, and that he, the head of the family, was really to blame, so when he saw Mangtai without saying a word, he apologized first, and secretly sent someone to report the letter to Brush.
Chapter completed!