The wind in Xiaofeng City has never been said softly.
Every time the wind blows, it will be accompanied by endless whistling, and even make people's cheeks rise. If it encounters windy season, it will occasionally cause strong winds that will blow people around.
At this time, the roaring wind outside the carriage did not interrupt Xiao Fuling's thoughts.
After thinking about it quickly, she said to Fan Jinhong: "Don't bring the murderer who has called this so-called second son, and take the other murderers to the main hall. I want to interrogate them one by one."
After Xiao Fuling finished speaking, Lai Yueqi said again: "No, it is not appropriate for you to interrogate first, so I will interrogate these ghosts. You should rest first."
Lai Yueqi also saw that she had been tired for several days, but she couldn't bear it after all, so she could use this to allow Xiao Fuling to have a good rest.
This is like giving Xiao Fuling a basin of cold water to the head.
But Xiao Fuling could still listen to the elder's words; after thinking about it carefully, he knew that Lai Yueqi was attentive, so he nodded slowly and agreed.
Seeing that Xiao Fuling had no objection, Lai Yueqi took Fan Jinhong and walked out.
As soon as he left the car door, he immediately told the accompanying guards to go to guard the second son and Yu Lang himself, and at the same time asked the other guards to randomly take three or five murderers to the main hall of the government office to ask questions.
He also specifically told me to bring one or two dicks who have been arrested to see if they are the real dick murderers.
Lai Yueqi wanted to do this, so that the atmosphere of the murderers was lingering in her interrogation, and she became nervous and silent.
Once the murderers are silent, they will inevitably panic. The courage and backbone they have shown before will be so insignificant.
What should be said and what should not be said is easier to ask.
"The remaining guards, protect the master!" After pausing, Lai Yueqi made such an order, she slowly walked towards the main hall.
Seeing that the disciple of Su Tianju served as Xiao Fuling's guard, Fan Jinhong was not worried about this place, but just followed Lai Yueqi toward the front yard without leaving.
Lai Yueqi, who had just arrived in the main hall, saw that the murderers had been brought up.
The thrush greeted Lai Yueqi to her seat and sat down. Before she could speak, Lai Yueqi made a sound first. She glanced at the murderers who were bowing their heads below, snorted lightly, and said angrily: "I, Jiuyou Kingdom, are no longer allowed to kneel down,
But for the innocent ghosts who were assassinated by you, my wife will ask you to kneel down today and kneel down for the lost ghosts. The ghost messenger comes forward and beat me! Beat them until they are bruised first, and then
retrial!".
With a command, the ghost officers around him didn't think much about it. They immediately stepped forward with a water and fire stick in hand and beat him hard. The sticks and shadows fell down like raindrops, hitting the murderers hard.
For a moment, the pain broke out in the hall...
The early morning in Yuque City became lively from the moment the sun rose westward.
The noise surged into the sky, and the cold wind in the city was very gentle, but it was not as strong and powerful as Xiaofeng City.
The rivers and lakes outside the city are just ripples, not making big waves, and the wind is light and the water is soft.
Hu Lan, who left the restaurant, walked up the street, wandered around the gentle breeze for a long time as if nothing had happened, and bought himself a small hat that suited him and put it on his head, then he turned back to the mansion.
Seeing his leisurely appearance, the Xuan Cultists who were following him always had an illusion that Hu Lan was like going to a restaurant for breakfast, and wandering around while having nothing to do.
It's not like he's having a bad relationship with a martial ghost doctor or conspiring with something.
However, with Xiao Shizhu's orders, the Xuan Cultists did not dare to slack off because of this, so they followed Hu Lan's mansion and gave up.
The rest is left to other believers lurking in the mansion.
In this net of heaven and earth, Hu Lan just did nothing to do. But Hu Lan still didn't know that he had quietly entered the pit.
Hu Lan entered the mansion with a cheerful little song, went to Slow Youyou first, washed his hands and face carefully, went to his son's room to train his son Hu Qingyun who was still thinking about him, and then turned his body away.
Go to the study.
The study room of Hu Lan's mansion is in a corner of the backyard, a quiet place, but there is some chaos in the house that is not big or small. Two rows of large windows next to the door shine through the sunlight, illuminating all parts of the house. You can see the books and furniture in the house.
Antiques are not placed properly, so they can be placed wherever they can be placed.
There was no water in the jars of several houses on the ground, and they were filled with all kinds of characters, with different sizes and lengths.
Hu Lan walked to the table on the middle of the floor, sat on the ground, picked up the book at hand and started reading it.
The believer sneaking outside the house peeked for a long time, but could not see any clues. Hu Lan in the house was quiet and calm, and was not impatient and was patiently looking at the book in her hand.
Occasionally, a few servants came in and just gave me some tea and snacks. After they were placed, they retreated and did not say a word to Hu Lan.
This made the Xuan Cultists who were hiding outside the house peeking and surveillance confused.
Logically speaking, Hu Lan has already received the cotton ball, and it doesn’t seem like she has seen any clues on it. Then, Hu Lan will definitely take action next.
But now Hu Lan doesn't seem to be taking action at all. He is more like an old ghost who doesn't know anything, just going around the street and then going home idle.
After being confused for a moment, the Xuan Cult disciples who were following the stalkers suddenly felt that Hu Lan was really an old fox, a true old fox.
It’s not that Hu Lan doesn’t want to act, but just keeps her breath, afraid that she knows that someone is staring at him. So he is not impatient and is quietly waiting for the right opportunity before taking action quietly.
Thinking of this, the Xuan Sect disciples hiding outside the house also became patient.
Hu Lan in the room read the book for a long time and played with the antiques for a long time. Finally, she stood up when the sun was about to be in the middle of the sky. She stretched comfortably and walked out of the study slowly.
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He called the servants and told them to go to make lunch and head towards the main hall.
After the Xuan Cultist who was secretly surveillanced the place, the others followed secretly and continued to stare at the Hu Lan.
A long time after Hu Lan left, a servant from Hu Lan's mansion walked in and packed the bowls and plates in the study. There was nothing unusual, but he neatly cleaned up the bowls and plates and teacups and left the study.
The servant took these bowls and plates to the kitchen, touched the cup holder, and found the cotton ball and a note stuck at the bottom of the cup. It said, "I'm anxious to post it," and there was no other word.
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The servant threw the note into the flames of the stove. When the note was instantly burned to ashes by the flames, the servant of the Hu Lan Mansion took a basket of vegetables and went out to buy ingredients.
As for the bloody cotton ball, it was already hidden in the servant's hand.
Among these servants of Hu Lan, most of them were spies from the Qingqiu Fox Kingdom and the palace guards, and they were also very good at it. Xiao Shizhu's Xuan Sect disciples were mainly staring at Hu Lan, so naturally they did not notice their small actions.
Fortunately, there are still believers outside the door, who will stare at any ghost entering and leaving Hu Lan's mansion, but these small actions will not cause any trouble.
The believer had just left the house, and the Xuan Cult follower quietly behind him.
The servants of Hulan's mansion did not notice the Xuan Cult behind him, but they walked around the nearby market, bought some things, and stopped under a locust tree while sitting and resting, looking left and right.
While no one was paying attention, he quickly took out the cotton ball in his sleeve and stuffed it on the trunk. He was only the size of a finger and was completely inconspicuous in the hole in the tree, and got up and went to the tea stall next to him, and ordered a cup of thick tea.
Try to quench your thirst.
His actions of stuffing the blood-woven cotton ball into a tree hole when people were not paying attention were clearly seen by the Xuan Cultists who were staring at the distance.
They left a believer here and stared at the tree hole. The other believers went to follow the servants in the Hu Lan mansion.
Time has slowed down. After a long time, the sun fell behind the sky and the earth and darkened. The market where this tree cave is located has dispersed, and the streets and alleys here without night markets have fallen into tranquility.
The stars shine slightly, illuminating the bluestone streets.
Although the Xuan Cultists who were staring at this place changed their shifts, the successors of the Xuan Cultists were also staring at the tree hole. What the believers did was the spies' work. Over time, they also developed the spies' special ones.
The sixth sense.
Their feeling is that there will be ghosts coming to visit this tree hole later. After taking the cotton ball, they will send it to other places. Therefore, this tree hole naturally has to stare at it.
But in the silence of the night, the two believers here were also bored, so they talked softly in the voices they could hear: "The servants of the Hu Lan Mansion have never seen that they have this ability before. The hidden dragon and lie down the tiger.
ah.".
"Well, these transfer methods are almost the same as those of our department. They should be professional spies from the Qingqiu Fox Kingdom. They have never cared about their servants before, but they are really careless."
"Well, so the lord said that the old fox Chen Mansion of Hu Lan is deep. He pretended to be obedient before, and there were many small moves in secret."
"No, I'm using my son as a gun in front of me, so that the young and impulsive Hu Qingyun would do many impulsive things to confuse us. There is such a father in the world, which shows that Hu Lan is much crueler than Hu Qingyun
Now."
As soon as the believer finished speaking, the other person gently pulled his sleeve and looked at the other side of the locust tree hole while booing.
They saw the two souls quietly approaching the locust tree and stood up, looking left and right, very alert.
The Xuan Cultists were hiding in the shadow of the alley not far away, hiding well, leaning against the high wall beside the alley, united with the darkness, and letting the two sneaky ghosts watch for a long time,
No Xuan Cultists were found.
After the two ghosts thought they were self-righteous and confirmed that there was no ghost nearby, they relaxed. One of them continued to stare around, and the other quickly touched the hole in the tree, touched the cotton ball, took it out, and leaned under his eyes.
Look, after seeing the blood on the cotton ball, he smiled slightly in the darkness, and said whispered: "It was Xiao Shizhu's blood cotton ball used, and Hu Lan has already got it."
"I finally got it, and we can continue to lie on our dormant."
After hearing what they said, it seemed that they had made an agreement with Hu Lan that as long as they got the Xiao Shizhuwool ball, they would put it in this inconspicuous tree hole.
Moreover, these two ghosts are very jealous and are not on the list under the surveillance of the Xuan Cult. When they sneaked into the capital of Jiuyou Kingdom and belonged to that ghost country, they are unknown to the Xuan Cultists.
"Hurry, leave it to the Fong Linzhou of Manager Niu." After saying another word from the two ghosts in the souls, they hurriedly left with their companions.
The Xuan Cult scholar sent a ghost to follow him quietly, and another ghost returned to the Xuan Cult headquarters, and told Lin Cong to send a message to the gangren. (To be continued)