“There’s a problem.” Su Jiaoniang’s face was solemn.

She regained her former composure as a policewoman.

"There aren't many outhouses in the county town. Although it's the dead of winter and cold now, there are still quite a few people walking around on the streets. Even a dog can see such a big purse, but someone who comes here to relieve themselves can't see it?"

“If it was deliberately left behind, there should still be some clues nearby,” Lu Wujiu said.

After saying that, he lowered his head and started flipping through the pages.

The wastepaper in the trash can was filthy.

Lu Wujiu saw a piece of fingernail stuck to one of the papers, stained with blood... His body stiffened for a moment.

I picked up the paper; inside was a strand of hair, and there were words written on it.

"Want a child? See you at the City God Temple."

Lu Wujiu looked at Su Jiaoniang.

Su Jiaoniang immediately rushed to the City God Temple.

Lu Wujiu sent out a signal and followed closely behind Su Jiaoniang. The City God Temple was not close to the outhouse, so Su Jiaoniang ran on her own two legs. The winter night wind was very cold, and it went straight into her throat, but she did not feel tired at all.

Lu Wujiu caught up from behind, carrying two dogs on his shoulders and holding Su Jiaoniang in his arms, quickly leaping over the branches on the road.

Traveling in trees is faster than on the ground.

It will only take some effort.

From afar, you can see the candlelight burning inside the City God Temple.

Lu Wujiu landed gently, his gaze falling on the two dogs. He put the dogs down and pulled Su Jiaoniang inside.

Several beggars were lying in the City God Temple.

The moment the door was pushed open, the sleeping person woke up, rubbed their eyes and stared at the late-night visitor. Su Jiaoniang looked around and, not seeing Xiaoya, her heart nearly broke.

"Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You don't look like you're in a hurry." The beggar who had just woken up muttered to himself when he saw the newcomers, and moved aside to make room for them.

Su Jiaoniang asked, "Have you ever seen a little girl wearing pink clothes, with two little pigtails on her head, fair and tender, and very cute?"

"I've never seen it before," the beggar shook his head.

"Really not?" Su Jiaoniang asked.

The beggar chuckled: "This is a place for beggars. If there really were a pretty girl like you described, we would have spotted her at a glance."

Su Jiaoniang frowned.

That piece of paper, that fingernail.

besides……

"Oh, are you looking for someone? Oh right, someone came by during the day and said that if anyone comes here looking for someone, they should let her go to the Bauhinia Tower alone."

A beggar suddenly opened his eyes, saw Su Jiaoniang, and his eyes revealed a look of drooling.

Just as Su Jiaoniang frowned, Lu Wujiu reacted swiftly, grabbing her by the neck and demanding, "What did you say?"

"Grandpa, please spare me! Someone came by during the day and gave me two meat buns, telling me to deliver a message to a woman that she must go alone." The beggar's expression changed, and he began to fawn over her, relying on his survival instincts.

"Is the person coming a man or a woman? How tall are they? What do they sound like?"

"If she's a woman, her voice will be gentle and soft, and she'll be a little shorter than you." The beggar swallowed hard.

Zijinglou is an abandoned courtyard in the county town.

It is said to have been haunted, and no one has lived there since.

Should we let her go alone?

What are you worried about?

Are they worried she'll report them to the authorities? Are they worried she'll have someone protecting her?

Su Jiaoniang couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, she had no choice but to do as she was told.

She left the City God Temple and headed towards the Bauhinia Tower.

Lu Wujiu stood still, his gaze fixed on Su Jiaoniang's retreating figure. Suddenly, Fu Tu's voice echoed from the empty ground: "Those who commit evil deeds and aid the wicked deserve to die!"

Futu's eyes were tinged with black.

Behind him followed the Black-Clad Guards of the Lucheng Branch.

"Your mother prefers you to be gentler. Take away those who are related for questioning, and ignore those who are not." Lu Wujiu spoke, and the beggar who provided Su Jiaoniang with clues was immediately taken away by people dressed in black with red patterns.

Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on the direction of the Purple Thorn Tower.

"Keep up."

It would be foolish to let one person go alone.

If the Black-Clad Guards are like those two idiots who protected the little girl, unable to hide when they arrive at their destination, they don't deserve to continue being Black-Clad Guards.

As the night deepened, the snow on the ground appeared even whiter.

The footsteps left no trace.

Suddenly, a figure crawled out from behind the City God Temple, trembling.

He stared at the departing person, muttering, "What the hell? Who did that woman offend!"

After saying that, he fled in the opposite direction.

The white ground suddenly turned red. Lu Futu stood in front of the man, and with a light slash of his knife, the man's head fell to the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the pagoda.

Shock, fear, regret...

A mix of emotions flashed across his face, but his head had already fallen to the ground.

Fresh blood splattered out.

Fu Tu sheathed his knife and followed Lu Wujiu's figure.

I didn't kill him to vent my anger.

Instead, it's about making this person pay for what they've done.

Everyone who participated in the kidnapping of Xiaoya deserves to die!

Thinking of what the little girl would look like in his dream, Futu's tender palms were pierced by his fingernails.

Zijinglou is an abandoned mansion, not a restaurant or inn.

The abandoned courtyard still echoed with the cries of lone crows, but Su Jiaoniang's pace did not slow down at all. She was eager to see Xiaoya and worried about her safety.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

Two men were standing outside the courtyard.

The moment Su Jiaoniang saw the man's face clearly, her eyes narrowed.

"Yang Fugui!" Having just transmigrated, this person intends to bully the original owner of this body.

She had seen this slacker who made a living by collecting rent when she was selling cold noodles at the dock. She originally thought she would never be able to distance herself from Yang Fugui, but unexpectedly...

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