man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 49
Qing Shisan grinned: "Weird, but reasonable! With Mr. Zheng's temperament, he has no children at home, so what should we do with this big family? Erniang Zheng is just an adopted daughter, and unless something happens to Mr. Zheng, the higher-ups will definitely ransack the house! I'll copy it too! Anyone can copy it! I wondered why Mr. Zheng was so calm and calm in prison and didn't let me wait to rob the prison. It turned out that he had paved the way early. If something happened, there would be a son-in-law to inherit it, and he would die without regret. !"

"The timing of this illegitimate son's appearance is really wonderful. Although the master is imprisoned in Wangtiantai, the Minister of Criminal Affairs has not yet been convicted. Now that the illegitimate son is released, and when the time comes, his name will be settled. Once the paperwork is issued, the Zheng family will have a descendant, so there is no need to worry about various properties, and the incense will continue! For the Zheng family, for the Zheng bloodline, Mr. Zheng spared his life! Really great!"

After some analysis, Qing made a clear statement, his eyes were sharp, and he secretly admired Mr. Zheng's ingenuity. He stretched out his thumb and pointed in the direction of the rooftop: "Mr. Zheng, it's really tall! It's tall and big!"

When Ji Hongou heard it, she almost fell off the wall.

In the East Wing courtyard, Qingpi was whispering with the serious woman.

Zheng Xiu pushed away Zheng Erniang's boudoir.

Carved lanterns illuminate the inner room, and the four corners are lit with precious sandalwood, curling upwards.

Zheng Erniang was lying on the bed, covered with a thick velvet quilt, her eyes were closed, her eyebrows were tightened.

"Second mother."

Mr. Zheng was breathing slightly stagnant, and stepped forward quickly.

Outside the door, Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, and Lili didn't enter. They had different expressions and looked at the young man's back with their own thoughts.

"Master...Xiu'er,...Master, Xiu'er."

On the bed, Erniang Zheng vaguely sensed someone approaching, she moistened her lips and murmured a few times in a daze.

Zheng Xiu was taken aback, she actually recognized him?

Soon Zheng Xiu knew that he was thinking too much.

Zheng Erniang didn't open her eyes, and after uttering a few nonsense words, she stopped speaking and her breathing was weak.

Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Erniang's face. The last time Zheng Xiu saw Erniang was before the butterfly effect happened, and Erniang's face was radiant at that time.But at this moment, Zheng Erniang seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her face was fair, her eye sockets were darkened, and her long hair was hanging around the pillow, which made it difficult for Zheng Xiu to think optimistically.

"Bobo...sister, come in."

Zheng Xiu was silent for a moment, and snapped his fingers.

Zhizhi and the three of them pushed Bobo into the room with six hands together, and the door closed with a bang.

Jing Xuemei sighed softly, stood holding the flute, and walked gracefully to the side of the young master.

"What's your order, young master?"

"What did the doctor say?"

"I can't find out the cause, but I suspect it's a cold." Jing Xuemei hesitated for a moment, then said softly.

"Are you asking for the best doctor?"

"The No.1 doctor in the city was invited, Situ Yong, known as the 'living dead'."

Zheng Xiu suddenly turned his head, and the young man who resembled Zheng Xiu's face had a colder look on his face: "Tell the truth!"

Jing Xuemei was surprised, for some reason, she seemed to see the master standing in front of her at this moment.

"Ahem!" Outside, Qing Shisan suddenly knocked on the door with a cigarette stick, and coughed twice: "But it's okay, young master, he is not an outsider."

Now Qing Shisan admitted that this is the young master.

Jing Xuemei pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and said calmly: "We suspect that it was the thaumaturgy who performed the spell on Erniang."

"Thaumaturge?"

Jing Xuemei showed helplessness, not knowing how to explain it.

In his heart, he said that the young master is not an insider, and it is normal for him not to know the inside story.

"Master, you are still young, so you don't know the danger."

It's fried outside.

"Speaking is too difficult for Sister Bobo."

"Yes, it's too difficult."

"We all know that Sister Bobo is good at bragging but not good at talking."

"You can't let the young master be Miss Namba!"

The three of them opened the door and came in. Now that they had spoken, they decided to let the young master know about the world of adults in advance.

This is the responsibility of the late mother.

After some explanation.

Zheng Xiu had a look of surprise on his face, but actually his heart was turbulent.

In the seemingly peaceful world, there is a way of cultivation called "doorway".

There is no fixed method of cultivation for the "door path". From the bottom of the rivers and lakes, street vendors, brothel singers, boat dancers, up to literati doctors, high-ranking officials, emperors and soldiers, there is a very small possibility that they can get a glimpse of it by some kind of chance and coincidence. Gate, master thaumaturgy.

People who learn thaumaturgy after stepping into the path are called "thaumaturgy" in the circle.

Thaumatologists commit crimes, which are called "conspiracy cases" in the industry.

A department called "Yeweiyang" is in charge of the evil case.

"Yeweiyang" is independent from the six ministries, and is only under the jurisdiction of the emperor, even the left and right prime ministers cannot call it privately.

Bobo silently stepped aside, Zhizhi, Pingping, and Lily explained the key points to the young master.

But in a few words and in a hurry, the three of them could only barely explain the superficial, and did not go deep.

Zheng Xiu was shocked in his heart. What he was shocked was not the extraordinary power that appeared in this world due to the butterfly effect.

When he learned that Feng Bei and Wei Chen might be living in this world, Zheng Xiu had already vaguely had that premonition, which was unexpected and expected.

What really surprised Zheng Xiu was that the cultivation path they discovered was also called a "gateway".

In other words, Zheng Xiu's "Prisoner's Way" is actually one of many ways.

This reminded Zheng Xiu inadvertently, on the first day of entering the prison, when he came into contact with the prison, the terrifying vision floating on the game table.

49 black lights scattered in all directions, and the last red light hit his forehead.

"Tianyan Sijiu, the escaped one? Is it such a setting? I am that one, Jiazi?" Zheng Xiu touched the pimple on his forehead, guessing again and again in his heart.

Zheng Erniang has been ill for six days.

Illness comes like a mountain.

He was fine at first, but he was listless at first, and then collapsed, unable to wake up.

Zheng Xiu held Erniang's palm, and it was cold to the touch. Looking at Zheng Erniang like this, Zheng Xiu felt uncomfortable.

"Stand back."

Zheng Xiu got up and told everyone to back off, the dice came out between his eyebrows and he threw it forward.

【Investigation】!
[You are opportunistic! 】

[The investigation was a great success! 】

[You observe the subtleties and notice clues that ordinary people can hardly detect, and you have gained a little experience in investigation. 】

God rewards those who work hard, and Zheng Xiu made a big success in the investigation.

Even if the throw is a big success, the experience value gained from the investigation is only "a little".

However, the difficulty of improving the trait of [Investigation] has never been low, and Zheng Xiu knew it well.

Zheng Xiu vaguely noticed that the success rate of shaking points seems to be related to [luck], and the luck of [auspicious people and heavenly appearance] often leads to great success, which is much luckier than the macho painter.

It's a pity that ten lines of information emerged in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes after the great success of the [investigation], and the information obtained was roughly consistent with the information provided by Qing Shisan and others, and it was of no use in diagnosing Erniang's cause.

"and many more."

Zheng Xiu slapped his forehead and held on to the dice. People always say that developing good habits is an essential element to success.But Zheng Xiu used to use [Detection] and [Intuition] to open the way and investigate, and he didn't think of the new ability of [Bad Boy] for a while.

But it's not too late to think about it now, Zheng Xiu rolled the dice.

The people behind him didn't seem to see Zheng Xiushen's mysterious "throwing" action, and their faces were as usual.

[Inspiration (slight understanding of fur)] You were born in a scholarly family, but your parents died tragically, which made you awaken your psychic physique in grief, and you can detect strange auras that ordinary people cannot detect, but this rarely happens.Under "Concentration", you can actively turn on "Spiritual Vision", the duration and depth of spiritual vision are closely related to whether you are concentrated enough.

The "concentrate" on the trait description is easy to understand.

Just shake it.

Good fortune!

【eleven! 】

It wasn't a big success, unfortunately.But still drifting low.

[More than ten o'clock. 】

【You are concentrating enough. 】

[Turn on Spirit Vision. 】

The moment the spirit vision started, Zheng Xiu's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of filter, and the interior furnishings seemed to be covered with a layer of faint ink color.

When Zheng Xiu looked back, there was a faint smear of the people behind him, their every move.

Such a scene reminded Zheng Xiu of his experience in "Eternal Darkness".

Zheng Xiu took two steps forward, and carefully observed Zheng Erniang on the sick bed through "spiritual vision".

From head to toe, and from foot to head.

At this time, in Zheng Xiu's field of vision, under the silk pillow, a faint gray air mass appeared, about three fingers wide and middle finger long, firmly pressing under Zheng Erniang's pillow.

The color of the gray fog is extremely light, and it is easy to ignore it at a glance under such a painting style. If Zheng Xiu hadn't looked carefully, he might not have been able to spot it easily.

Zheng Xiu carefully took out the object from Erniang's silk pillow, and was stunned for a moment.

It is a safe talisman kit.

Zheng Xiu was very familiar with this kit, Erniang spent three thousand dollars to ask for it, and then handed it over to Zheng Xiu, saying that it was to protect Zheng Xiu's safety.

How could it appear here?
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and opened the kit.

I thought something weird would pop out of it, but unexpectedly the kit was empty.

"It's empty?"

No one found out.

When Zheng Xiu opened the safety kit, under the goose down quilt, Zheng Erniang's ten fingers suddenly stretched out.

　Brothers, sprint to Sanjiang, please follow up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)