Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 416: Bloody Truth and Sad River Order (2)
——Rebirth——
While he was talking, Hu Qi stumbled over and saw the woman lying on the ground at a glance.
He picked up Lu Ning and called out excitedly: "I knew you were still alive! I knew you wouldn't die! I knew you wouldn't leave me alone!"
Lu Ning collapsed in his arms, still not regaining consciousness. Only the ups and downs of his chest told him that life was still going on, but it was in danger.
"Here comes someone! Go and invite the best doctor from Jiangning Mansion! Hurry!" Hu Qi picked up Lu Ning and shouted to the people around him.
"wait--"
Before the second word "wait" was uttered, Yu Fengjin stopped talking.
I could only watch Lu Ning being carried away by Hu Qi, but I couldn't do anything or say anything.
Now Lu Ning has made an engagement with Hu Qi, and he is just the "past" that she doesn't want to mention.
With her hatred for herself, Lu Ning would definitely not come back to her even if she confessed her true identity. In this case, what qualifications did she have to compete with Hu Qi!
Perhaps during the days he was trapped in the Chishui Sect, his spirit was too tense. At this time, as all the dust settled, he seemed to have been drained of water, panting, and lying limply on the shore.
Looking up at the endless glow, I slowly closed my unwilling eyes...
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As night falls, the bright mirror-like moon hangs in the sky, pouring its light as clear as flowing water onto the vast land.
Hu Qi stayed by Lu Ning's bed, holding her hand tightly, not eating or drinking, not daring to miss a moment for fear of losing her again.
He didn't know how long he stayed like this. When Hu Qi felt as if he had turned into a stone statue, he heard a cry that made people cry with joy.
"Xiaolu...are you awake?" Hu Qi lay on Lu Ning's face, staring at her for a moment, her voice was hoarse due to exhaustion.
"Am I dreaming, or am I already dead?" Lu Ning looked at the roof blankly, his eyes unfocused.
"Thank God! You're still alive! If you don't believe it, touch my face and it's alive!" Hu Qi grabbed her hand and put it on his right cheek.
Lu Ning's delicate hands gently traveled on his cheeks. The formerly clean and delicate face now had green stubble, and the round and rich cheeks were also much sunken.
It was obvious that he was having a hard time during this time.
"Xiao Qi, I'm sorry for making you worry." Lu Ning tried his best to smile and showed an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Between you and me, there is no need to say sorry! If I must say it, I should say it to you! I'm sorry, I lost you due to my carelessness!" As soon as Hu Qi spoke, tears rolled down, and he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.
Can't live.
"Don't cry! It's not your fault." Lu Ning wiped away his tears in a panic, his heart heavy with these tears.
Her words made Hu Qiyi's emotions surge, and he lay on Lu Ning's chest and cried like a child.
His hot tears touched Lu Ning's heart. She stroked Hu Qi's back, secretly angry that she should no longer linger on the past.
"By the way, where are Qianqian and Liu Changting? Are they all safe?" Seeing Hu Qi's crying gradually stopped, Lu Ning did not forget to care about others.
"Don't worry, they are out of danger a long time ago. Everyone is waiting for you to recover!" Hu Qi wiped her face and spoke with a heavy nasal voice.
At this moment, Lu Ning's abdomen made a "gurgling" sound.
The two of them were stunned for a moment when they met, and then they both smiled awkwardly.
"Is...is there anything to eat?" Lu Ning was a little embarrassed.
"The porridge has been heating on the fire. I'll bring it to you." Hu Qi smiled slightly, stood up and left.
Hu Qi walked to the small kitchen with happy steps, and seemed to have never been so happy.
The stove in the small kitchen was still steaming. He took out the cooked porridge from the steamer and put it on a tray.
Turning around, he saw Baohua, who was dressed in night clothes, with a gloomy face.
Look at him.
"Do you know what you are doing today?!" Baohua asked in an unceremonious tone.qs
Hu Qi looked away and said calmly: "I'm doing what I should do!"
Baohua's voice became even more angry: "Who are you! How can you be so contemptuous? You committed suicide for a woman! Are your family and country not worthy of your nostalgia?"
Hu Qiqi warned him calmly: "This is my business, you don't need to take care of it! Don't forget your identity!"
These words seemed to hurt Baohua. He folded his arms and smiled sadly: "Of course I will not forget the difference between superiority and inferiority! But this time, I am responsible for protecting your safety. If something happens to you,
How do you want me to explain to them?"
Hu Qi frowned and said impatiently: "Hey, I'm fine, aren't I?"
The man in black had a sinister look in his snake-like eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "If something like this happens again next time, I will never stand by and watch!"
After that, he turned away angrily and disappeared again.
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The moonlight poured on the Luoshui River, like silky satin. When the wind blew, the water surface rippled, and the moon in the water turned into broken jade pieces, floating on the water surface, breaking the original tranquility.
After a night of salvage, the bodies of dozens of girls were found lying on the river bank.
The sheer number of them and the horrific state of death made even the comrades and government officials who were used to seeing dead bodies feel horrified and could not help but feel chills on their backs.
"Master Xia, this Chishui Sect is so abominable! It let so many innocent girls die tragically in the river! There are no river gods in this river, I think those people are devils!" Hu Qi, who returned to the scene, saw rows of missing people.
The corpse of life stomped its feet and cursed in anger.
Xia Yunqing's face was particularly solemn today, and his voice was a little sad: "This is how abominable the cult is! They myth themselves, re-create, and spread some fallacies to confuse the ignorant people. At the least, they will lose their money, at worst, their families will be destroyed!"
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Looking at the altar that has not yet been dismantled by the river, and the pieces of dried blood on the altar, the scene of the sacrificial ceremony is still vivid in my mind, and it makes me feel horrified every time I think about it.
Hu Qi was puzzled when he learned that many people were still in prison and clamoring to avenge the goddess.
"Master Xia, what about river gods, female slaves, and human sacrifices? If you think about it for a moment, you will know that they are lies! Why are so many people gullible?"
Xia Yunqing shook his head helplessly and sighed: "These cult people are very smart. They use all natural disasters to solve one or two problems for the people and gain the trust of the people. Then they completely control them through long-term indoctrination and drugs.
With your thoughts and actions, you can get whatever you want!"
Hu Qi took a deep breath and said sadly: "These poor people are reluctant to eat or wear clothes on weekdays. But for a bottle of sacred water that can make them sick, they have pawned everything in their homes and even pawned their own belongings with their own hands.
The daughters were pushed into the river and watched as they were drowned alive! It’s so pitiful and hateful!”
At this point, the two people fell into silence, because any words seemed a little pale due to the human tragedy in front of them.
Suddenly, an old and trembling voice sounded: "Xiuying! Xiuying!"
The two of them turned around and saw that it was the old woman who had been looking for her daughter outside the city. She was being supported by soldiers and walking tremblingly by the river.
Every time she passed a swollen, purple, and unrecognizable corpse, she had to endure the pain and stare at it for a long time.
Hu Qi looked intolerable and asked softly: "Master Xia, should we pray that she can be found, or should we pray that she can't be found?"
However, this time, even the knowledgeable and eloquent Xia Shoufuye fell silent.
He knew that at this moment, except for a living daughter, no words could heal the heart of this mother who had lost her child.
But this matter is what he is most powerless about...
But the more he fears something, the more it will happen.
In a blink of an eye, the old woman staggered up to him.
"Sir, there is no Xiuying here! Does this mean that she is still alive? Maybe she has left here?" The old woman's cloudy eyes were filled with hope, but it was unbearable to look at.
"Auntie, did you look carefully just now?" Xia Yunqing no longer knew how to answer, but she couldn't bear to be perfunctory.
The old woman nodded heavily: "Can't you see your daughter? I looked back and forth several times, and there is indeed no Xiuying here! There is no her in the prison either. I think she must have gone home! Then
It’s time for me to go back so that she doesn’t have to worry!”
I don’t know if the old woman’s words were just for herself. She bowed, turned around impatiently, and prepared to leave.
Xia Yunqing stopped her and asked softly: "Madam, what are the characteristics of your daughter? I might as well ask my men to look around for you and pay more attention to her!"
The old woman thought for a while and said with a smile: "Then you might as well draw it and post it everywhere in the city and tell her that I will wait for her at home!"
Xia Yunqing nodded gently: "Okay, I will arrange for someone to paint a portrait of your daughter!"
The cell in Jiangning Mansion had a strange smell, which was the dampness after the rain combined with the smell of blood. The cell was very dark, with only a few oil seals hanging on both sides of the wall shining faintly.
There is no sunshine here all year round, and even the air is turbid.
A normal person wouldn't be able to bear staying here for a while. But Meng Xiniang hugged her knees and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed to meditate. There was no trace of panic on her face, and she was still murmuring and humming a strange tune:
My sweetheart, please don't panic.
When you were bleeding, I was always sad!
The night you die, I will be buried with you!
Lost love, are you the same as me?
Lying in a cold sarcophagus, waiting for the nourishment of love?