Chapter 58: Put a snake on him
The general made a silent gesture, and the hidden guards in the house also appeared and quietly retreated. The doors and windows were closed tightly. After confirming that the surrounding environment was completely safe, he cautiously said, "Sir, what are you doing here this time?"
Bingwen was as indifferent as he appeared, and his voice was gentle: "The king asked me to ask about the progress of the Mohist incident."
At this point, the general lowered his head in defeat, gnashing his teeth and saying, "Originally, we planned to leave the young master of the Mo family alone. When we were about to kill him, it seemed that someone saved his life. None of the ten high-level puppets we sent out survived."
"He hasn't returned to the Mo family yet. We don't know where he is and we haven't been able to kill him yet..."
The atmosphere suddenly became cold. Bingwen tapped the table with his index finger. His eyes, which seemed clear but were actually as dark as stagnant water, were as dark as the sea.
The general whispered, "Please rest assured, sir. We will intensify our search efforts to ensure that our people can successfully seize the position of the leader of the Mohist school."
Bingwen just smiled and said nothing, with his slender fingers holding the porcelain cup to his lips, which made the general feel scared for a moment. No one knew the name of this gentleman, but they all called him "No. 1", who only took orders from the King of Southern Xinjiang.
He is second only to one person and is above ten thousand people, possessing tremendous power.
He considered, "Also, sir, this time the affairs of Jing Kingdom have been exposed, and many people in the country hate you. Please don't take it to heart. They don't know that everything we do is just to make Southern Xinjiang better..."
Bingwen paused, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Someone once told me that if you want to achieve great things, you must have the courage to not be afraid of being disliked by others."
The general admired it.
But if Jun Lin heard this, he would probably want to slap him twice.
He's really grown up. He used my words as motivation to become my enemy. I'm so angry that I want to cut him into pieces.
"Then what are the king's instructions next?"
"Take down the Mo family first."
"Okay, I'll send more people to search."
They really didn't realize at this moment that the most dangerous place is the safest place. Lin Junhuai has been wandering in southern Xinjiang for several days.
Over there, Yuzhu led Shen Sinian into the ancestral hall. What was enshrined in the hall was not gods or Buddhas, but a monster-like statue with a human body and a sheep's head, with its hands clasped together.
The table was filled with red candles and three incense sticks were burning vigorously. Two large wooden cabinets were neatly placed on both sides of the statue, one on the left and one on the right. Each cabinet had many small square compartments, and small pottery jars were placed in the compartments, just like urns.
It's full of weirdness.
Shen Sinian gathered his gaze and looked at her quietly without leaving any trace. Yuzhu walked to the wooden cabinet, his eyes swept over the pottery jars in the small compartments, and taught her: "To be my guard, you must be loyal to me. Otherwise, if I find out that you have the intention to betray me, I will make you feel like your heart is cut by a knife and you will bleed to death."
The sharpness and cruelty in his words made him want to turn into a poisonous snake and devour the young man. He obediently replied, "I understand."
Yuzhu then smiled. Shen Sinian followed behind her and saw her fingertips sliding across the small pottery jars. He then saw clearly that some of the jars had white papers stuck on them, with people's names and birth dates written on them. Suddenly, his heart began to beat with extreme uneasiness.
Offerings, compartments, pottery jars with something in them, names and birth dates. Even if he didn't understand, he knew now that this was a curse.
The evil magic of southern Xinjiang is used to vent one's resentment and malice on the person being cursed, wishing to affect his or her luck and make the other person die a miserable death.
Then he saw Jun Lin's name on the pottery jar in the middle.
It was premeditated, and they wantonly cast the most vicious curses upon Emperor Jing.
He had never been so angry in his life. He clenched his teeth and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, trying to suppress his rage. The veins on his forearms bulged, and he was so angry that the blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy.
Yuzhu was startled and glanced at him sideways: "What's wrong?"
The boy raised his beautiful hazy eyes to look at her, seemingly not knowing why she asked that, and asked in confusion, "Hmm?"
She paused, thinking it was an illusion.
She took down a pottery jar, the one next to Jun Lin's name. The white paper on the pottery jar had no name written on it yet. Yuzhu came to the table holding the pottery jar, picked up the brush and asked, "Name."
The young man pursed his lips, his eyes dim and uncertain.
"Shen Sinian"
"More details."
"'In the ten thousand years, I have received the blessing of heaven'."
Apparently his honesty pleased the young lady, and she was delighted: "Don't lie to me. If you go back and investigate and find out it's not true, you know the consequences."
He said honestly: "I dare not."
"Go on, what is your birth date?"
Only after his name and date of birth were written on the white piece of paper did Yuzhu open the pottery jar and take out a crystal clear dragonfly.
Shen Sinian's fingertips trembled subconsciously. It was a more transparent and beautiful existence than the insect he took out last time when he killed the puppet that was chasing Lin Junhuai.
"This little thing is very precious. I gave it to you because I love you."
Yuzhu raised her chin proudly: "Well, open your mouth and swallow it, or cut a wound on your arm to let it get in."
She wanted to enslave him, guarantee his loyalty, take control of his life, manipulate him like a puppet, making him unable to betray or escape, and making him suffer anytime, anywhere as she pleased.
The General's Mansion is one of the closest and most trusted places to the King of Southern Xinjiang. Although Yuzhu is ruthless, she is very capable and is deeply loved by the King of Southern Xinjiang. She often comes into contact with various important figures in private, including Bingwen.
Shen Sinian never hesitated. The fifteen-year-old boy had his loyalty to the king engraved in his bones. Beneath his calm appearance was a stubborn and perverse heart. No matter what the cost, he was determined to dig out the secrets of Southern Xinjiang. No matter what he turned into in the end, he would always be the king's falcon.
The astonished warrior drew his sword, raised his arm and the sleeve slipped off, the sharp sword blade lightly scratched and blood flowed out.
Yuzhu likes straightforward people, so she put the white insect on the wound. It squirmed its round body, sucked blood, and drilled deeper into the broken skin and flesh.
Something was clearly wriggling under the skin of the boy's arm, which was very scary. It was not until it calmed down and there was no more movement that Yuzhu was completely relieved and smiled, "From now on, you will follow me to do things. Go back and have a rest. Come back tomorrow."
After saying that, she closed the empty pottery jar again and put it into the compartment of the wooden cabinet. The two adjacent jars, Shen Sinian and Jun Lin, were pressed together as if imprisoned by fate.
The boy's eyes swept over the two names.
It turns out that the people whose names were written were those who had been poisoned by snakes.
His king suffered for five years.
This group of people——
The moment he turned around, his eyes were frighteningly cold, filled with dark clouds and rolling waves, and the murderous intent that could devour the world was suppressed in his eyes with great restraint.
Unforgivable.