When the two people who broke into Jing Bucai's house saw him opening his eyes unexpectedly, they broke out in a cold sweat. The older "second brother"'s face sank, his eyes revealed a fierce look, he raised the short knife in his hand and was about to strike at him.
Swing it down.
Qiao Xianyong was about to rush into the house, but saw "Second Brother" slowly put down the murder weapon in his hand, so he stopped. Looking through the gap between the two of them, he saw that although Jing Bucai's eyes were open, his dark eyes were
But he remained motionless, his dark red tongue slowly hanging out, and dark red liquid oozing from the corners of his mouth.
"Brother, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, what, what, what, what, what, what, what?" Jiu Wa seemed to be stunned and stuttered as she asked.
The elder brother "Second Brother" waved his hand, did not answer, and carefully observed Jing Bucai. After a long while, he tentatively whispered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Then he stretched out his hand and opened Jing Bucai's eyes.
The opened eyes swayed.
Jing Bucai didn't react at all, keeping his expression and posture motionless.
The second brother pursed his lips vigorously and said to Jiu Wa, "Go and see if he is still breathing."
Jiu Wa seemed to be very scared and wanted to refuse, but when she saw the unkind look on her second brother's face, she tremblingly stretched out her hand and put it under Jing Baicai's nose, held it in and explored it, and then jerked her hand out, almost waving it.
On the person next to him.
"What are you doing? You damn near slapped me in the face!" the second brother said angrily.
Jiu Wa ignored his second brother's anger and said with a frightened face, "Brother, brother, brother! This man is dead!"
"What?" the second brother asked anxiously. He also stretched out a few fingers to test Jing Bucai's breathing in a panic. In his anxiety, he almost poked his fingers into Jing Bucai's nostrils. He then stretched out his hand to push Jing Bucai's body.
, just like before, soft and motionless.
"Brother, what's coming out of his mouth seems to be blood! Oh my god, it's all over my hands!" Jiuwa nervously looked at his right hand that he just used to test his breath, and casually grabbed the thin quilt on the bed and wiped it.
.
"Brother, did this person die after taking the drug we gave him? Brother, didn't you say that the drug can't kill people? What should I do, brother!" Jiu Wa said with rapid breathing, as if he was about to cry.
came out.
The second brother glared at him in a rough voice and said, "What the hell! What the hell! Your second brother has countless lives on his hands! Besides, when will this damn drug become poisonous?"
He's dead! Is the shopkeeper of love trying to kill this scholar? Why the hell didn't I know that beforehand? It's so fucking weird." The second brother seemed to have encountered a huge mystery in his underworld career, showing a puzzled expression.
Jiu Wa took a few steps back, blew out the candle with a pop, and said in a trembling voice, "Second brother, it's still a while before dawn. Why don't we pack the things we found first and go back and ask the shopkeeper?
deal with."
The second brother seemed to think for a moment and said, "That's the reason. Come on, pack it up."
When Qiao Xianyong heard this, he knew that the two of them were about to leave. He turned around lightly and strode back to the willow tree where he was resting along the way he came. He half-raised his head and stared at the path at the end of the east wing.
After half a stick of incense, the two waiters sneaked out again. The young waiter Jiu Wa carried a bulging bag of things on his back, which were obviously items collected from Jing Bucai's room. The two of them were silent along the way.
He didn't even pay attention to whether there were any changes in the courtyard or whether the night guard of Baisha Escort Bureau was awake or asleep. He went to the first room in the row of wing rooms on the north side with a sad face and knocked on the door very softly.
The two stood dejectedly waiting by the door, but the door did not open.
After a while, a dim light from a candle came out of the house. The door opened a small crack, and a woman with messy hair stuck out. The woman looked at the two people outside the door, with an angry look on her face, and softly scolded,
"What kind of corpses are you two doing here in the middle of the night?"
The second elder brother came over and said, "Sister Hua, let us go in. Something has happened."
The woman didn't answer any more, opened the door slightly, and let the two of them get in. Before the door closed, Qiao Xianyong heard the woman in the room say, "You guys sit in the outer room first, and I'll call the shopkeeper."
Qiao Xianyong quickly walked to the window of this wing without hesitation, gently poked the window paper and looked into the room.
The shopkeeper's residence is obviously much larger than the house where Qiao Xianyong and others live. It is divided into inner and outer rooms, separated by a screen in the middle. The furnishings in the outer room are very elegant, and there is a simple ancient shelf standing against the wall.
There are a few jade sculptures and porcelain scattered around. On the wall opposite the ancient shelf hangs a clear green landscape painting. There are many collection stamps on the beginning and end of the painting. It seems that the painting is quite valuable and has changed hands several times.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the room, with two Taishi chairs on both sides, which are indeed standard furnishings. In addition, there are several ordinary wooden chairs neatly placed in the countermeasures of the Taishi chairs. The two nocturnal waiters seemed not to dare to sit down just here, scratching their heads and ears.
are wandering around the house.
The shopkeeper didn't look like a business person at all, and the decoration in the room was a bit elegant. Mr. Qiao couldn't help but think. Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a woman coming out of the inner room. It seemed that she was the one who opened the door just now, but
She put on a bright red dress and tied up her hair in a bun.
The woman seemed to still be resentful that the two of them had woken her up, and she scolded in a low voice angrily, "Every day, you are always looking for trouble. Look at you two acting like monkeys! Sit down quickly and stop wandering around in this room.
, I’m so dizzy!”
The two of them didn't dare to contradict each other, they just smiled coquettishly, each found a wooden chair to sit down on, and both stared at the screen in the room.
After a while, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in a black satin robe walked out of the screen. He sat down on the Grand Master's chair on the east side of the Eight Immortals Table with a sullen face, and looked at the two people in the room gloomily.
A flattering smile appeared on the woman's face, she walked around behind the middle-aged man and stretched out her green-white fingers to press his shoulders.
Qiao Xianyong looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and for some reason he felt that he looked familiar. Could it be that he had seen him somewhere before? He thought about it carefully, but it was also his first time in his life at the foot of Daishan Mountain, so he would not have the chance to meet anyone nearby.
.But this man does look like someone he has seen before, especially the black mole on the lower right corner of his mouth. It is probably difficult for anyone who has seen him to forget it.
Qiao Xianyong thought about it, but couldn't remember it. He had to put the matter in the back of his mind and stared at the movement in the room.
"Did you succeed?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice without looking at the two of them.
"Go back to the shopkeeper, yes, you've got it." The older waiter said in a trembling voice.
The middle-aged man glanced at "Second Brother" suspiciously and asked, "Second Brother, why are you so panicked?"