Zheng Zhixing escaped.
He killed all fourteen jailers and left.
When Shangguan Wanning heard the news, she felt dizzy and managed to avoid falling by holding onto a pillar.
"Have you heard? Several prefectural governors are putting 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 encountered such a bad thing. If he doesn't catch Zheng Zhixing and punish him severely, I'm afraid he may not be able to keep his original position, let alone return to the capital to receive the credit."
"Then guess, guess, will General Mu kill Zheng Zhixing?"
"If it were me, I would definitely do that."
Shangguan Wanning stood in the corner of the corridor, listening to a group of maids chatting and playing by the well. Every word they said was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
She stood up worriedly, only to feel weak all over. Just as she was about to fall, a warm hand supported her.
"How can you have strength if you don't eat well?"
Mu Jingrui held Shangguan Wanning in his arms, and there was a hint of tenderness in his reproachful tone.
Shangguan Wanning felt a lump in her nose and subconsciously leaned towards Mu Jingrui's chest.
"I found some clues about Zhixing. Do you want to go and listen to them together?"
Shangguan Wanning looked up at Mu Jingrui, her eyes full of desire.
"Want to hear it? Just come with me to eat. I'll tell you after we're done."
Shangguan Wanning nodded and followed Mu Jingrui to the study, where there were several exquisite side dishes on the table.
Mu Jingrui served her a bowl of soup, cooled it down 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 hardly moved.
"General Mu, the person has been brought here."
"Ask the maid to come in and clear the table," Mu Jingrui stood up slowly, "Let them in."
Soon, the guards brought Mi Si in.
Shangguan Wanning was stunned, and a light bulb went off in her mind. She secretly blamed herself for being too careless and not thinking of it at all.
She sat aside and watched Mu Jingrui and Mi Si talking.
"Chief, how is the matter I asked you to investigate going?"
Mi Si bowed to Mu Jingrui and replied, "After I returned, I asked the elders of the clan to look through all the books left by the Holy Son, and finally found it."
Mi Si took out a blueprint from his arms and spread it on Mu Jingrui's desk.
Shangguan Wanning hurriedly stood up and went forward to check.
The painting shows two people sitting cross-legged, with a huge eagle perched on the shoulder of one of them, and bats flying and circling around them.
Another person'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 person, wandering vaguely.
"What does this mean?"
Shangguan Wanning was confused, and Mu Jingrui also frowned, not knowing what was going on.
Mi Si looked solemn and said, "This is a kind of black magic that has been lost for a long time among our barbarians."
"Head-falling magic?"
Shangguan Wanning suddenly had a bad feeling, and just hearing the name made her feel a chill down her spine.
"This kind of black magic originated from southern Xinjiang. Because it was too evil, the method of practicing it was destroyed by the Holy Son two hundred years ago. This kind of black magic is to sacrifice one's own life and seal one's soul in another person's body to achieve the goal of the unity of spirit and body."
Shangguan Wanning widened her eyes, it was simply unbelievable.
If it was before, she would never believe such words, and would even sneer at them. But now...
She can be reborn after death, so 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 just couldn't control himself.
Doesn’t this fit in with what Mi Si said?
"Chief, I still don't quite understand. Can you explain it a little more clearly?" Mu Jingrui felt like his head was about to explode.
This situation would be worse than being surrounded by an army of 100,000.
Mi Si continued to explain to Mu Jingrui very seriously.
"The bats raised by the Holy Son are extremely poisonous. If someone is scratched by a bat, he must be rescued with eagle blood. The eagle represents the Holy Son himself. The Holy Son once injured Zheng Zhixing. At that time, he should have sent his blood into Zheng Zhixing's body."
"The Holy Son must have expected that you would capture an eagle to save yourself. The eagle's blood mixed with his and Zheng Zhixing's blood produced the descending effect. However, the Holy Son probably didn't expect that he would die at the hands of General Mu."
Shangguan Wanning felt a chill down her spine after hearing this.
"Patriarch, what you mean is that if the Son of God were not dead, he could freely control whether his soul existed 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 about what I mean."
"That is to say, Zheng Zhixing now is not just one person, but the Holy Son and him?"
Now, even Mu Jingrui felt goosebumps all over his body.
Shangguan Wanning staggered back a few steps and almost fell, but Mu Jingrui quickly caught her.
"Is there any way to break them apart?" Shangguan Wanning asked impatiently.
Mi Si sighed deeply, looking embarrassed.
"This... I really don't know, and there's nothing I can do. Originally, the Saint Son in our clan was passed down from generation to generation, but now the Saint Son passed away too suddenly, and many things couldn't be handed over in time. The elders in the clan don't know how to crack it either."
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 there is anything in this world that has no solution. Chief, please think of another way. As long as you can save Zheng Zhixing, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
"General Mu, it's not that I don't want to help, it's just that..." Mi Si didn't want to start a war again, and also wanted to consolidate his relationship with Mu Jingrui. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take someone to the altar to take a look."
"Thank you very much."
Mu Jingrui sent Mi Si away, looked at Shangguan Wanning, whose face was pale, and gently held her hand, comforting her: "Don't worry, there will be a way."
Shangguan Wanning could tell that this was just Mu Jingrui's way of comforting her, and even he himself was not very sure.
She returned to her room and tossed and turned until late at night, unable to sleep.
Now, even if the court issued an official document to bring Zheng Zhixing back to the capital for trial, it would be useless. Where should she go to find Zheng Zhixing?
In the next few days, the tragic news of Zheng Zhixing's murder continued to come. The prefect and the gentry kept putting pressure on Mu Jingrui, and even the gate of the government office was not crowded with people.
Late that night, after Mu Jingrui settled Shangguan Wanning down, he returned to the room and smelled a strange and familiar smell.
"who?"
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