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Chapter 737 The Unfortunate Female Cultivator's Counterattack 24

The house on the right is well-built.

It is round, like a yurt, and the material is gray and white stone.

Lan Shuying stared at the house for a while, then suddenly smiled.

There is a brick wall more than one meter high outside the yard, and the whining can be heard faintly in the wind.

He Miao's eyes were cold: "It came from inside." Moreover, this should be the voice of someone trying to call for help after being gagged.

Lan Shuying took out the can of sweet-scented osmanthus that she left from Jingui's house, and knocked on the door of this house.

If she guessed right, this should be Da Niu's house.

After a while, no one came to open the door, but the whining distress signal inside became stronger and stronger.

This time, Lan Shuying also heard it, could this voice be those chattering loose cultivators from before?

She and He Miao looked at each other and knocked harder on the door.

Someone approached cursingly, and the door that looked like wood and stone was flung open in his hand, and now standing in front of the two was a stout middle-aged man.

He was not tall, with a thick cloth apron around his bulging waist, and there were old blood stains on it that couldn't be washed off.

The most eye-catching thing is that he is holding a sharp butcher's knife in his right hand.

He Miao was obviously relieved.

No blood was seen on the knife, which means that the butcher's work has not started today.

Lan Shuying handed the sweet-scented osmanthus flower forward, and said, "We have agreed with Sister Jingui to go out for a walk, and I'll bring you something to eat by the way."

The butcher Daniu showed doubts and didn't answer, but sniffed vigorously.

"Well, it's Jingui's handicraft... She asked you to give it to me?" He couldn't help grinning as he spoke.

Lan Shuying noticed that there was a disgusting greed in his eyes.

Of course it wasn't about the can of sweet-scented osmanthus, but about the woman who made it.

"Why don't you ask her?" Lan Shuying didn't answer directly, but urged him to talk to Jingui face to face.

Daniel is very excited.

But he looked very embarrassed, and finally shook his head: "No, I haven't finished my work here, let the village chief know that I'm lazy, so I have to peel my skin."

"What is it, can we help?"

Daniel let them in and reminded: "Be quiet, don't disturb my wife."

He is a butcher, holding a butcher's knife, and works for the village head, so the so-called "job" is of course killing pigs, dismantling the pork, and providing it for the wedding banquet in the evening.

But when Daniel led them to his workshop, Lan Shuying and He Miao were both stunned.

— not a single pig here.

Only a room full of monks!

They were fixed in several rows of square-shaped pigpens, each occupying a grid!

These people were tied up with blood-soaked ropes, unable to move, and their mouths were still stuffed with cloth. They looked like poor people in distress, desperately asking them for help with their eyes, how could they see a little bit of monk's demeanor?

Da Niu grinned and said, "That's all. I have to chop all these beasts into pieces to make room for it!"

After hearing this, the monks became even more anxious, and their eyelids tried to plead as if they were cramping.

There was a constant whining in the house.

He Miao frowned: "They are not..."

Lan Shuying pinched him, then turned to Daniel and said, "There are so many, I'll let you handle it all by yourself? Is your wife not coming to help?"

"How does she know this, she's chopping vegetables in the back kitchen!"

When Daniel mentioned his wife, he shrank his head subconsciously, as if he was usually shorter than her.

Looking like a fearful person, but belittling the faceless woman, he took another look at the sweet-scented osmanthus in Lan Shuying's hand, and couldn't help but say, "She doesn't look like Jingui next to her, she has read the book. , looks white and tender and beautiful, but Pan Da is not blessed, hehe..."

Lan Shuying remembered that Jingui called herself Pan Yangshi.

This Pan Da must be her husband who set off for war after a month of marriage.

Unlucky?

"What do you mean, is it possible that Da Pan is willing to leave Sister Jin Gui alone at home, and he won't come back?"

"Damn it, he's already dead..."

Toffee yelled in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Master, why did he know about Pan Da's death, but Jin Gui didn't know about it?"

Lan Shuying replied in her heart: "Maybe the news was cut off when it reached him, maybe Jingui knew about it, but she didn't want to admit it, and she was still living in the dream of waiting for Pan Da to come home. You can search Daniu's house and see See if there are any clues."

"Uh, what clues do you want?"

"His house looks round from the outside and is made of stones, but it has a different scene when you enter the yard. There is even a slaughterhouse that can accommodate nearly a hundred monks. Don't you think it's very interesting?" Lan Shuying reminded .

Toffee is still in a daze, but Guren has already answered:

"This is Daniel's tomb, a double grave with his wife."

"Hey!" Toffee exclaimed, "That, that, the house outside is also..."

"Yes." Lan Shuying said lightly, "In the whole village, only Jingui's house is made of wood, and the rest are all graves."

The round stone houses are similar to those on the murals.

They are indeed on the other side of the painting, and here is the true appearance of the secret place of the spring eye, but the truly terrifying things have not yet been fully opened to them.

Therefore, she became even more curious about Jingui's story.

Daniu realized his slip of the tongue, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly raised the butcher's knife, threatening them not to tell Jingui about it.

Lan Shuying blinked her eyes: "Sister Jin Gui is so pitiful, everyone knows about this, so let's hide it from her, so as not to make her sad?"

"Yes! That's it, you are not allowed to say it, do you hear me?"

"Okay, let's not talk about it." She winked at He Miao, who also nodded.

It happened that someone called Daniel's name outside the yard, so he hesitated to go.

"What's going on here?" He Miao frowned, "It feels very strange."

"He is lying, not because he is afraid that Jingui will be sad." Lan Shuying said, "I guess Pan Da's death will benefit him."

"You mean he can have a private meeting with Jingui?"

"No, Jingui is infatuated with her husband. She will not accept this butcher. As far as I know, if someone dies in battle, his family members can receive compensation silver and a few relics... Actually, there is another possibility, Pan Da Niu didn’t make it at all, but was killed by Da Niu, but in that case the government would come to press him for questioning, Jingui shouldn’t have reacted in that way.”

"...It's so complicated."

He Miao felt that it was not suitable for her to think about this kind of case, so she simply asked her what to do next.

"Go to Daniel's wife and chat casually." Lan Shuying said with a smile.

He Miao's expression was very tangled: "Senior Sister...you won't tell her that you want to help cook, right?"

Lan Shuying's eyes lit up: "Good idea, I just know how to do this!"

"..."

He Miao tried to untie the casual practitioners, but he couldn't do anything with this kind of rope.

Following the rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables, the two found the back kitchen and met Daniel's wife.

(End of this chapter)