He killed all the fourteen guards who were guarding him and walked away.
When Shangguan Wan Ning heard the news, she felt dizzy and managed to avoid falling by holding on to the pillar.
"Have you heard? The governors of several prefectures have put pressure on General Mu again."
"Of course I heard about it. Alas, General Mu is really unlucky. He finally won the battle this time, but he encountered such a bad thing. If he doesn't catch Zheng Zhixing and punish him severely, I'm afraid he won't be able to return to the capital to receive his merits.
Now, I may not be able to keep my original position."
"Then guess, guess, will General Mu kill Zheng Zhixing?"
"If it were me, I would definitely do it."
Shangguan Wan Ning stood in the corner of the corridor, listening to a group of maids sitting by the well chatting and playing. Every word they said was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
She stood up worriedly, only to feel that her whole body was weak, and when she was about to collapse, a warm hand supported her.
"If you don't eat well, how can you have strength?"
Mu Jingrui held Shangguan Wan Ning in his arms, and there was a hint of gentleness in his reproachful tone.
The tip of Shangguan Wan Ning's nose felt sour, and she subconsciously leaned towards Mu Jingrui's chest.
"I found some clues about Zhixing, do you want to go and listen together?"
Shangguan Wan Ning looked up at Mu Jingrui, her eyes full of desire.
"Want to hear? Follow me and go to dinner. I will tell you naturally after you finish eating."
Shangguan Wan Ning nodded and followed Mu Jingrui to the study room. There were several exquisite side dishes on the table.
Mu Jingrui served her a bowl of soup, cooled it and placed it in front of her. "The temperature is just right, drink it."
Shangguan Wanning drank it obediently and ate another bowl of rice. She found that Mu Jingrui himself did not move at all.
"Qi General Mu, people have brought it."
"Ask the maid to come in and clear the table," Mu Jingrui stood up unhurriedly, "Let them come in."
Not long after, the guards came in with Mi Si.
Shangguan Wan Ning was startled, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she secretly blamed herself for being too careless and not expecting it at all.
She sat aside and watched Mu Jingrui and Mi Si talking.
"Clan leader, what happened to the matter I asked you to investigate?"
Mi Si saluted Mu Jingrui and replied: "After I returned, I asked the elders of the clan to read through all the books left by the Holy Son, and finally found it."
Mi Si took out a blueprint from his pocket and spread it on Mu Jingrui's desk.
Shangguan Wan Ning hurriedly got up and stepped forward to check.
The painting shows two people sitting cross-legged. On one of them's shoulders is a huge eagle, surrounded by bats flying and circling.
Another man's wrist was bleeding, and the wound looked like it was scratched by a bat. But the strange thing was that there was something like a shadow next to this man, wandering insubstantially.
"What does it mean?"
Shangguan Wan Ning was confused, and Mu Jingrui also frowned, not knowing why.
Mi Si looked solemn and said: "This is a long-lost head-lowering technique of our barbarian tribe."
"Head-lowering technique?"
Shangguan Wan Ning suddenly had an ominous premonition, and hearing the name made people feel chills running down their backs.
"This kind of head-lowering technique originated from southern Xinjiang. Because it was too evil, the practice method was destroyed by the Holy Son two hundred years ago. This kind of head-lowering technique is to sacrifice one's own life and seal one's soul in another person.
Within the body, the goal of unity of spirit and form can be achieved.”
Shangguan Wan Ning's eyes widened in disbelief.
In the past, when she heard such words, she would never believe it, and would even sneer at it. But now...
She can be reborn after death, why can't she have a soul seal?
Besides, Zheng Zhixing once told him that he was conscious when he committed the murder, but he couldn't control himself.
Doesn’t this conform to what Mi Si said?
"Patriarch, I still don't quite understand. Can you explain it more clearly?" Mu Jingrui felt like his head was about to swell.
In such a situation, it would be better to be surrounded by a hundred thousand troops.
Mi Si continued to explain to Mu Jingrui very seriously.
"The bats raised by the Holy Son are extremely poisonous. If you are scratched by a bat, you must use eagle blood to save it. And that eagle represents the Holy Son himself. The Holy Son once injured Zheng Zhixing. At that time, he should have treated himself
The blood was sent into Zheng Zhixing’s body.”
"The Holy Son must have expected that you would catch an eagle to save yourself. The eagle's blood was mixed with his and Zheng Zhixing's blood, and the effect of the decline was achieved. However, the Holy Son probably did not expect that he would die in the hands of General Mu."
Shangguan Wanning felt shuddering after listening to this.
"Patriarch, what do you mean to say that if the Holy Son does not die, then he can freely control whether his soul exists in Zhixing's body. But now that he is dead, he can only rely on Zhixing to continue to survive?"
Mi Si nodded. "That's pretty much what it means."
"In other words, the current Zheng Zhixing is actually not one person, but two people, the Holy Son and him?"
At this time, even Mu Jingrui felt goosebumps all over his body.
Shangguan Wan Ning staggered back a few steps and almost fell down, but Mu Jingrui quickly caught her with quick eyes and hands.
"Is there a way to separate them?" Shangguan Wan Ning asked impatiently.
Mi Si sighed deeply, his face full of embarrassment.
"This... I really don't know, and I can't do anything about it. Originally, the Holy Son in our clan was passed down from generation to generation. Now the Holy Son's death is too sudden, and there is no time to hand over many things. The elders of the clan don't know how to solve it."
Shangguan Wan Ning was so anxious that she didn't know what to do.
Mu Jingrui hugged her tightly and gave her a reassuring look.
"I don't believe that there are things in this world that cannot be solved. I would like to trouble the patriarch to think of a way. As long as Zheng Zhixing can be saved, I will definitely thank you."
"General Mu, it's not that I don't want to help, it's really..." Mi Si didn't want to fight again, and also wanted to stabilize the relationship with Mu Jingrui. He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll bring someone into the altar to have a look.
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"Thank you."
Mu Jingrui sent Mi Si away, looked at the pale Shangguan Wan Ning, gently held her hand, and comforted: "Don't worry, there will be a way."
Shangguan Wan Ning could tell that this was just Mu Jingrui's comfort to her, and even he himself was not very sure.
She returned to her room and couldn't sleep until late at night.
Now, even if the court issued an official document to bring Zheng Zhixing back to the capital to await trial, it would be useless. Where should she go to find Zheng Zhixing?
In the next few days, bad news about Zheng Zhixing's murder continued to come. The prefect and the squires continued to put pressure on Mu Jingrui, and even the gate of the government office was not full of people.
Late that night, after Mu Jingrui settled Shangguan Wan Ning and returned to the room, a strange and familiar smell came.