Vol 2 Chapter 67: three lives a night
The starlight gradually faded on the magic weapon, and the whole body of the magic needle was transparent with ice crystals. In the almost transparent body, surrounded by the gorgeous nebula he saw just now, it was as if a universe was contained in this magic needle.
The magic needle began to shrink slowly in Lian Youyou's hands, and in a blink of an eye, it was the size of a hairpin, flying into the bun behind Lian Youyou's head. Lian Youyou clapped her hands and looked at Lin Tingjun: "Qi Huo, go back."
Lin Tingjun suddenly came back to his senses, the magic needle can be big or small. He is not surprised by this, because his blood sword can also be big or small. It's just that he also felt the fear of the blood sword just now, Lian Youyou didn't lie this time, that sword must have absorbed the righteousness of heaven, earth and heaven, which made him so afraid of this evil sword.
Lin Tingjun nodded, and flew away with Lian Youyou.
Not long after they left, Duanmu Qingchen led people to the North Palace, and hurriedly climbed the ladder to climb the wall.
Because the trees in the courtyard are magical and can attract lightning, the surrounding walls are twice as high as ordinary walls, and they are completely enclosed to prevent anyone from entering.
After the ladder was set up, Duanmu Qingchen climbed up the wall and looked inside, confused, where is that tree? In the entire courtyard, only a pile of black charred wood remained.
Duanmu Qingchen looked at it and laughed, and he said that this tree must be a monster, and it must have gone through the catastrophe to become a fairy just now, haha.
The blue clouds over the Beigong had dispersed with the wind, and the clear moonlight fell, and the entire capital returned to tranquility, just like the Ma's house at this time.
The whole mansion was empty and there was no one there.
The doors and windows have been sealed, and the ground is full of clothes dropped during the house raid.
In the lobby, there are stacks of antique finances that have not yet been recorded.
Outside the lobby door are two guards, Liu Wu Song Liu.
"Madam Ma runs fast." Liu Wu chuckled and shook his head, "Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately"
Song Liu also showed contempt: "Where can I escape, the whole city is wanted, an old lady, I can't escape."
The two shook their heads "tsk tsk tsk".
"Hiss... Do you find it strange?" Liu Wu looked around.
Song Liu became alert and confused: "What's so strange?"
Liu Wu continued to look at the quiet courtyard outside the door: "It's quiet... By the way, there are no insects."
In this big summer, the thunderstorm has just passed, and the sound of insects is inevitable.
After Liu Wu said this, Song Liu also felt weird, the whole Ma family didn't have any insects singing!
Ma Yun's yard was equally quiet at this time. In the sealed Ma Yun's room, a figure placed a stool under the beam, but it was Huang Yue'e.
Huang Yuee's hair was disheveled, her eyes were dull, but she had a smile on her face: "Son, mother is here to accompany you, don't worry." Huang Yuee threw the belt on the beam, fastened it, and looked at Ma Yun's bed with a smile, " Mother will be a butterfly with you, carefree..."
The corners of Huang Yue'e's mouth opened, revealing a crazy but cautious smile. She pulled the belt, put her head in, stepped on her feet, and the stool fell to the ground with a clatter. Immediately, her legs began to struggle.
It is instinct for people to struggle before death.
Huang Yuee kicked her feet, her face began to turn purple, her eyes began to turn up, her hands tightly grasped the belt, but it was useless to struggle, her hands slowly dropped, her mouth opened wide, and her tongue stuck out long.
At this time, she has not completely died, but she has no strength to struggle. Her eyes were gradually blurred, and she saw a blue butterfly flying a knife in front of her. She smiled and wanted to call her son, but she couldn't make a sound.
Then, a strange thing happened, that blue butterfly got into her wide-open mouth. The next moment, all the blue butterflies flew out from under the bed, surrounding Huang Yue'e like a blue cloud.
Huang Yue's eyes no longer looked at her son's intimacy, but became more and more frightened. She actually had the strength to struggle again and kicked in the air.
The blue butterflies landed on her fat and tender face, and the next moment, blood flowed out. It turned out that those blue butterflies started to eat her face.
Huang Yue'e struggled in pain and was still unable to make a sound. Her pupils dilated instantly due to panic and were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if two eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets.
Slowly, her hands fell down again, and the blue butterfly got into her collar, and the clothes all over her body began to bulge, and the butterfly fluttered inside.
Blood dripped from her feet "tick, tick", being bitten by a corpse butterfly was like being bitten by Ling Chi!
Huang Yue'e's body twitched, and there was a pool of blood on the ground under her body, reflecting her terrifying appearance of being gradually devoured and her bones gradually exposed.
In the courtyard, the mysterious purple-robed man landed lightly, his seductive eyes on the veil showed a trace of contempt, he frowned slightly annoyed, and stood up and jumped up.
Immediately, Ma Yun's window was suddenly rushed open by blue butterflies. They danced and entangled like a blue wind gushing out. Among the fluttering blue wings, a bone was faintly visible, and the bone was still wearing a woman's dress.
The mysterious man flew into the air with Lang Yue behind him. He waved his robe sleeves in front of him, and the group of blue butterflies wrapped around Huang Yue'e's skeleton and flew into the air, gradually disappearing into the thick night.
Looking down at Ma Yun's room, the mysterious man frowned again, waved his sleeves again, and ants, big and small, crawled out of the ant nest under the tree, entered Ma Yun's room together, sucked up the blood left on the ground, leave in a big way.
The mysterious man took another look, before heading in the direction where the blue butterfly was flying.
In the dead of night, in the prison, there were also screams.
It turned out that Ma Guanqun was frightened to death because of the repeated scares in the past few days and the fear of Ling Chi's punishment.
And Zhou Youfa, who shared the blessings and hardships with him, also bit his tongue and committed suicide because he was afraid of the punishment of Ling Chi.
Overnight, the souls of the three tragic deaths quietly passed away.
After a night of lightning and thunder, the world feels refreshed again.
The morning light is slightly dewy, and it is also clean and thorough. Birds chirping and chirping woke up the capital city that had been sleeping all night.
Fu Kun tidied up his clothes and prepared to go to court.
Fu Mingsu took the official document and handed it to Fu Kun respectfully: "Father, this is the book that I will participate in today."
Fu Kun nodded and held it in his hand.
Fu Mingsu stepped forward to fix Fu Kun's official hat for the last time: "Ma Guanqun and Zhou Youfa both died in prison last night."
"Oh?" Fu Kun looked sideways at Fu Mingsu slightly.
Fu Mingsu backed off: "I have ordered people to investigate themselves. Those officials ten years ago had nothing to do with my family. They were just like Ma Guanqun, who visited my father a few times."
Fu Kun nodded reassuringly, walked forward, and seemed to remember something, and stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, Fu Mingsu immediately stepped forward: "What else can father order?"
Fu Kun looked at Fu Mingsu: "Where did that Lian Youyou come from?"
Fu Mingsu was slightly surprised, but he didn't expect his father to care a little about that Lian Youyou, so he said: "That Lian Youyou is a newcomer to the Nine Sects, and the second brother also cares about her a little bit."
Fu Kun frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then looked at Fu Mingsu deeply: "Do you care, or do you like it?" The difference is a word, but the difference is thousands of miles.