Chapter 162: Keep a thought
Starry scabbard, Ten Thousand Blades, Capture the monster.
When the thick white mist dissipated and Wei Changtian stood up from the somewhat shriveled corpse of the wolf monster, Yang Liushi was already shocked to the point of being numb.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
He swung his sword to chop the useless demon corpse into pieces, and his internal force flowed out of his body, blasting the minced meat into the dense forest.
Wei Changtian picked up the vines used to tie up the wolf demon and slowly walked back to Yang Liushi.
"Let's go, come back in three days."
“.”
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, with an indescribable complexity in her eyes.
"Sir, how many secrets do you have?"
"Not much, you basically know it all."
Wei Changtian waved his hand jokingly: "You have to keep it a secret for me, otherwise I will be very disappointed."
"I know"
Yang Liushi nodded somewhat moved.
Wei Changtian has always given her an elusive feeling. Even though the two of them have been very "close", she still can't see through this man.
Although she is still a long way from "seeing through", she at least felt the trust from Wei Changtian for the first time.
"Sir, I will never let you down in this life."
“.”
It was originally an emotional confession, but Wei Changtian's expression became a little strange after hearing this.
By the way, did Xiao Feng also say the same thing to Lu Jingyao at the beginning?
"Well, don't set random flags."
"F-Flag?"
Yang Liu Shi Fox was puzzled: "What is this?"
"It means to make fewer promises. It would be embarrassing if you can't do it in the future."
"I can definitely do it!"
"All right."
"Then sir, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"No."
“.”
The conversation between the two people became quieter and quieter, and soon disappeared among the mountains and forests.
Not long after they left, two more people appeared in this small open space.
"strangeness."
Looking at the demon-detecting compass in his hand, Xiao Feng frowned slightly.
Just now the compass clearly indicated that there was a monster nearby, but almost a quarter of an hour ago, the needle returned to a chaotic state again.
This situation can only mean one thing, that is, the monster is dead.
"Master, there are signs of fighting here!"
The big man next to him suddenly spoke up, looking at the knife marks and scattered grass and leaves on the ground and analyzed: "Judging from these knife and sword marks, there should be at least a dozen people, but..."
Xiao Feng came over after hearing this: "But what?"
"But there are no footprints on the ground."
The big man pointed to the marks on the ground with some confusion: "Master, look, there are only claw marks of wild animals here, but no human footprints."
"If more than a dozen people were besieging a monster, there would be no way they wouldn't leave footprints, unless they had intentionally dealt with it before leaving."
"But why do you only deal with the footprints and not these knife and sword marks?"
The more the big man analyzed, the more confused he became. Xiao Feng plucked a piece of meat with fur on it from the branch next to him and held it in front of him to examine it carefully.
He looked at the minced meat, his eyes gradually becoming surprised, then confused, and finally even his breathing started to become rapid.
Judging from the freshness of the meat and the toughness of the fur, they should belong to the monster that had been killed.
This would not be a big deal, but what was strange was that there was not a single bit of spiritual energy in the minced meat.
You should know that after any monster dies, the spiritual energy in its body will remain for a long time until it returns to the world as its corpse decays.
But although this piece of meat is fresh, the spiritual energy in it has indeed disappeared.
Xiao Feng was actually not unfamiliar with this situation, he was even very familiar with it.
Because this is exactly the effect of "Capturing Monsters"!
So, could it be that besides me, there are other people in this world who have mastered the magical power of capturing monsters? !
"Master, what did you find?" asked the man next to him.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then threw away the minced meat: "Nothing."
"In that case, let's go?"
The man reminded, "Didn't you say that we would go into the city today to look for the Qiao family?"
"Um"
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, thought for a while, and suddenly shook his head.
"There's no need to rush over to the Qiao family."
"Let's wait here for a few more days. There's something I want to clarify."
Three days later.
Today is the day when Ning Qingyu's body will return to Beijing.
The entire middle street was filled with white carriages and horses. There was an endless stream of prominent families coming to pay their respects. White flags were flying in Shunwang Mansion, and the middle gate was wide open.
Si time.
Nearly a hundred guards riding white horses and wearing white armor protected more than a dozen "extended" carriages. A black rope was tied to the hilt of each guard's sword. They set out from the palace at a leisurely pace and headed towards the north gate along the middle street.
Strictly speaking, this is actually a funeral.
Since Ning Qingyu's entire family was brutally killed by assassins, there are no relatives crying and wailing at the moment, but other treatments have not been reduced.
Thirty-two flag-bearers lined up at the head of the team, each holding a weapon, a flag, a paper-made object or something else.
Next came the carriage pulling the coffin.
There were about a dozen people who were qualified to be buried in Beijing, but the other maids and servants who died had already been buried.
Funeral music starts and white paper falls.
Ordinary people usually scatter yellow paper during funerals, while kings, generals, or wealthy families usually scatter white paper money.
This money is a toll given to the little ghosts blocking the road, so that the souls of the dead can have a safe journey.
"Hula~"
A gust of wind blew, and snowflakes flew all over the sky.
Many children and beggars followed at the end of the team and kept bending down to pick up the paper money. They picked up the paper money along the way and sold it back to the coffin shop, which was enough to buy a few steamed buns or a piece of maltose.
Although this matter was somewhat unlucky, the beggar and the child didn't care about it at all, and even had a smile on their faces.
This may be because paper money is easier to pick up today.
To be honest, this salary seems quite high.
In a private room of a teahouse, Wei Changtian withdrew his gaze and glanced at the woman beside him.
She was wearing a cloth skirt, wooden hairpins, and a few pockmarks on her face. She was naturally Ning Yuke, who had been dressed up again.
Wei Changtian thought that after she saw the scene outside the window, she would either faint from the pain or at least cover her face and sob.
But surprisingly, Ning Yuke did not show much emotional fluctuation from beginning to end.
She just held on to the windowsill and silently watched the entire team slowly pass by the teahouse, and then go further and further away.
“Nah nah nah.”
Amid the melodious and sad sound of suona, Ning Yuke left the window and lowered her head towards Wei Changtian.
"Sir, let's go."
“.”
Wei Changtian didn't say anything, he stood up and was about to close the window.
But it was at this moment.
"Sir, I can still watch it again."
Ning Yuke suddenly raised her head, but then she held back the rest of the sentence with trembling hands.
Alas. Wei Changtian sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand towards the window, and immediately a small piece of paper money floated in.
He folded the round paper money with a square hole in half and gently placed it in the hands of Ning Yuke who was standing there in a daze.
Wei Changtian looked at her deeply, shook his head and said, "Keep it in your memory."
I'm not in good shape today, so I'll just write one chapter. Sorry (End of this chapter)
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