Upon hearing the exclamation, Qin Qianluo's heart clenched violently, a jolt of electricity shot through her body, and her scalp tingled.
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, each one related to the crucial clues that this blood-written letter might bring.
It was as if they had grasped the last straw, or as if they were about to touch the truth hidden in the depths of darkness.
As if the wind were blowing under her feet, she moved like lightning, each step quick and powerful, and in just a few steps she reached the source of the sound.
In the snow, the richly dressed female corpse lay quietly, her clothes disheveled, as if she had experienced a fierce struggle before her death.
A corner of brocade cloth was faintly visible in the woman's arms, its mottled red marks standing out starkly against the pale white backdrop of the snow-covered landscape.
It exudes a sense of eeriness and foreboding, as if telling a tragic and desperate story.
Qin Qianluo's gaze was fixed on that corner of brocade, and her breathing became rapid.
Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, but she couldn't control her rapid breathing.
She slowly squatted down, her knees sinking into the cold snow. The chill quickly spread from her legs to her whole body, but it did not distract her at all.
Her movements were so gentle they were almost pious, each gesture filled with respect for the deceased, as if she were afraid of disturbing the woman who had died unjustly.
Her slightly trembling hand slowly reached out towards the brocade cloth. The moment her fingertips touched the cloth, a chill ran through her, making her shiver involuntarily.
She slowly pulled it out, and as she unfolded the brocade, several lines of crooked yet powerful blood-red characters came into view.
The dark red bloodstains had dried, but they were like sharp blades, piercing her eyes.
From the hasty yet urgent handwriting, Qin Qianluo knew that the woman was the county magistrate's wife.
The letter detailed the county magistrate's various abnormalities, including his terrifying appearance after being controlled by Gu worms. Every detail was meticulously described, making it a chilling read.
Between the lines, the magistrate's wife's fear, despair, and helplessness are palpable.
She wrote that watching her once gentle and kind husband gradually become empty and ferocious in his eyes, and his behavior no longer under her control, filled her heart with fear.
In this despair, her first thought was to protect her child.
The letter also mentioned the hiding place of the county magistrate's youngest son, a remote and secluded place that held a mother's last hope.
Every word was filled with her deep concern and desperate plea for her child, imploring whoever saw the blood-written letter to save her young son and this innocent little life.
She described how, in the chaos, she managed to hide the child and a wet nurse in that secluded spot under the cover of night, and then rushed back.
They tried to save their family from falling apart, but ultimately it was all in vain.
After reading Jinshu's letter, Qin Qianluo felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy hammer, and a wave of bitterness and sorrow surged within her.
She seemed to see the magistrate's wife's wide, terrified eyes and trembling hands when she discovered her husband was controlled by the Gu worms.
In that critical moment, when life and death were at stake, she hastily wrote a letter in blood, pricking her finger and dripping blood onto the brocade cloth, all to leave her young son with a sliver of hope.
This composure and maternal love in the face of danger moved Qin Qianluo, and made her even more worried about the child whose fate was unknown.
She slowly rose, her movements somewhat sluggish, as if grief had drained her strength.
She handed the brocade cloth to Lin Fu, who also had a solemn expression. Lin Fu took the cloth, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with shock and anger.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the heavy truth stuck in his throat.
Qin Qianluo then closed her eyes, anxiously calling out in her heart, "Yunbao, is that child still waiting in the same place?"
Her voice trembled slightly, filled with concern for the child's safety.
At this moment, the fate of the child she had never met weighed heavily on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
In an instant, the programs surrounding Feng Qingyun became like a high-speed precision instrument, unleashing all its energy.
In an instant, the scene of the hidden place clearly appeared in her "field of vision," with every blade of grass, every tree, every person and every object clearly visible.
With a firm tone and without the slightest hesitation, she quickly transmitted the captured images and information to Qin Qianluo: "Luo Bao, the child is still there!"
Despite his young age, he possesses a cleverness far beyond his years. In this desperate situation, he neither cried nor made a fuss, but calmly dealt with the situation.
The wet nurse beside him was even more touching; the way she tightly protected the child showed that she had long since disregarded her own life, doing everything in her power to safeguard her little master.
After separating from the magistrate's wife, the two deliberately chose to take secluded paths to avoid the magistrate, who was controlled by Gu worms, and the mastermind behind it all.
They traversed the dense forests and crept along the winding ravines, using those hidden corners that were difficult for ordinary people to notice as their temporary shelters.
I saw them taking shelter from the wind and snow in a cave. The cave was damp and cold, but the wet nurse still tried her best to make a fire to keep warm and held the child tightly in her arms.
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