Grudge Breaker

Chapter 281: All Calculations
"The blood on the gauze was traced back to the deceased Class A Fire Warlock Ma Zhenchun."

"I have checked three times and confirmed that it is the necromancer without a doubt. As a Class A warlock, all his information is registered. I will never make a mistake... But how is this possible!"

Mo Tingfeng recalled Ye Wujiu's expression when he said this. Different from his usual calmness and indifference, this was the first time Mo Tingfeng saw strong shock and uneasiness on his face.

He understood Ye Wujiu's feelings very well.

Ma Zhenchun was killed by Ye Wujiu himself in the Pingyang woods. Finding his trace in the hollow cave underground in Wuyin Village at that time was enough to shock him. Now his blood appeared out of thin air in Si Chen Mansion, which was simply a fantasy.

"During the days when the princess visited Si Chen Mansion, I was personally responsible for the safety of the entire mansion. There is no way that strange creature has ever been to Si Chen Mansion, absolutely not!"

Ye Wujiu's eyes were bloodshot when he said this, and veins bulged on his forehead. He was in a very complicated mood. To some extent, he had been looking for Ma Zhenchun. The three B-level warlocks had already finished the autopsy and confirmed that it was the 'dead' Ma Zhenchun who killed him. No matter how you look at it, the necromancer is a more dangerous existence than the chaotic soul, and he must not be allowed to stay in the world.

But on the other hand, a truth that Ye Wujiu was unwilling to admit deep in his heart was that he was afraid of him, he was afraid of the dead Ma Zhenchun.

A dead Class A fire sorcerer. After he transformed into a strange species, the huge gap in magical power between him and Ye Wujiu made it impossible for him to suppress his psychological fear. He knew that this necromancer would definitely come to seek revenge on him. It was only a matter of time.

Ye Wujiu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and although there was no wind, his clothes were fluttering, and it was obvious that the rage in his heart had manifested in his body.

"No problem, calm down."

Mo Tingfeng walked over and patted Ye Wujiu's shoulder gently, and injected a stream of magic power into his back without leaving a trace. As this golden magic power penetrated into him, Ye Wujiu regained his sanity and his emotions gradually calmed down.

"Sir, I..."

"It'll be alright. I'll take care of everything. Don't worry."

Mo Tingfeng stared into Ye Wujiu's eyes calmly and solemnly.

"No matter what, you can't act alone. If you find any trace of him, inform me as soon as possible."

"...Yes, my lord."

"Also, the discovery of the necromancer's blood in the underground ice cellar of the Venerable Mansion is extremely weird. Before further discoveries, except for you and He Ran, do not let anyone else know about it, so as not to cause unnecessary panic and worry...including Weiwei."

"Keep everything low-key."

"Yes!"
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A small hand suddenly pinched Mo Tingfeng's ear, and he came back to his senses from his memories, only to see Song Weichen looking at him with an expression of "something's wrong with you".

"Hey, what are you hiding from me? Could it be that you and the princess have secretly decided to spend their lives together without my knowledge?"

Song Weichen stretched out his foot and kicked Mo Tingfeng's leg, "Have you grown up?"

"Believe it or not, I've been shouting to people all over the world that you cheated on me and then abandoned me. Not only did you not care about me after I had a miscarriage, you even went out of your way to find someone more successful."

He couldn't help laughing out loud, and the cloud of worry about the necromancer seemed to be torn apart and pierced by the bright sun in an instant.

Mo Tingfeng grabbed Song Weichen's calf, leaned into the bed, and held her firmly in his arms.

"Little thing, I'm afraid that if you don't go and make a fuss, the whole world will know about our relationship."

"Qin Xueying came to me to discuss a deal. Soon it will be the day when the territory master will hold a banquet to celebrate the success. Then, I want to give you a surprise."

He gently smoothed her hair and pecked Song Weichen lightly on the lips and eyes.

"Go to sleep quickly. Things are not peaceful these days. I want to ask to sleep with you like this every night. If you don't agree, I will go around the world and tell everyone that you are a cheater."

"Okay, okay, you're going to put the blame on someone else, right?"

"Anyway, I'm not the one who will suffer the backlash from He Dong..."

Song Weichen snuggled into his arms, listened to his heartbeat and closed her eyes. She was really tired.

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That night, Song Weichen dreamed of Gu Cangyue.

Still near the pleasure boat on the water street, there was a bustling crowd of people. Gu Cangyue, wearing a mask carved with a mica bird's beak, looked through the crowd and fixed his eyes on her.

Realizing that she also saw him, Gu Cangyue smiled faintly, and even through the mask one could see that his eyes were curved into crescents.

Song Weichen couldn't help but run towards him, holding up the hem of her skirt. How long had it been since they last met?
He had clearly promised to meet up with her at the Ghost Market, but he hadn't shown up even though she had been back from Pingyang for so long. Even though he was a supreme god, and even though, in Zhuang Yuheng's words, Gu Cangyue was cultivating another soul in the Immortal Temple, which was a more powerful self-upgrade and she didn't need to worry about him at all.

But she just couldn't help but worry about him. She always felt that something had happened to him, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to see her for so long.

The two of them were only a few feet apart, but no matter how she ran he was always the same distance away from her, as if he could never be reached.

“Cang Yue!”

Song Weichen couldn't run anymore and could only stop panting, looking at the big bird who was still standing in the bustling crowd and calling out his name.

Gu Cangyue raised her hand, and the paper crane he gave her automatically appeared and flew towards her, then appeared above his palm.

He snapped his fingers, and the thousand paper cranes floating in the air above his palm turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. Then, Gu Cangyue himself disappeared like the paper cranes.

Song Weichen woke up.

Subconsciously, she reached into her arms - she had indeed always carried the paper crane with her, but now the inner pocket of her lapel was empty. The paper crane that could summon a big bird had truly disappeared.

Song Weichen stared at the ceiling of the bed with a lost look, still remembering what Gu Cangyue said when he first gave her the thousand paper cranes -

"When you want to see me, light it up. No matter where you are in the world or in the sea of ​​swords and mountains of fire, I will come for you."

But now, the paper crane has disappeared.

Her big bird disappeared.

She suddenly remembered the last words she said to Gu Cangyue. It was also in Tingfeng Mansion. It was a winter day with heavy snow with the scent of wintersweet. She said to him:

"I will definitely wait for you to come back safely, and you must come back safely."

……

"Awake? Did you have a good rest?"

Mo Tingfeng's gentle voice rang in my ears.

Song Weichen's eyes felt sore and he buried his head in his arms.

"I dreamed of Cangyue, and I felt like something had happened to him. Can you accompany me to Cangyue Mansion? I want to see if he's back."

Mo Tingfeng sighed, feeling quite helpless.

"Little thing, you are lying in the same bed with me, but you are dreaming about another man?"

He was not really jealous, he was just taking advantage of the situation. He knew she was worried about Gu Cangyue's safety - in fact, he was also a little worried, but he had never had time to think about it in detail. Even if he was cultivating a new soul, Gu Cangyue had been gone for too long. It was really unlike the style of the Lord of Wangchuan for him to care so much about Song Weichen.

"Okay, I'll go to Cangyue Mansion with you."

The two of them got up and got ready. While Guyu was helping her get dressed, Song Weichen told her about his visit to the Venerable's Mansion last night, in order to prevent her from being exposed. Guyu expressed her sincere gratitude, but we will not go into details here.
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Si Chen Mansion was not far from Cang Yue Mansion. Mo Tingfeng flew on his sword with Song Weichen and arrived there in just half an incense stick of time.

The guard at the door saw the two of them from afar and stepped forward to greet them.

"Greetings, Lord Si Chen! Greetings, young master! I am sorry for not coming to greet you in person, both of you."

Song Weichen nodded to the guard as a greeting, "Is Cangyue here?"

"Master, he..." The guard looked embarrassed.

"The master has not returned for a long time."

"When was the last time he was seen?"

"Last time?"

The guard thought for a moment and said, "Young Master, you were there the last time the Master was in the mansion. That day, Master Cangyue sent you to Sichen Mansion early in the morning, and you never came back."

This sentence made Song Weichen completely dispirited. It seemed that the person he saw on Water Street was indeed not him.

"If Cangyue comes back, please ask him to come to Sichen Mansion to see me."

She warned unwillingly.

"Yes, young master! I will remember this!"

……

Even until Mo Tingfeng and Song Weichen flew away from the sky above Cangyue Mansion and turned into a small dot, the guard at the door was still bowing and saluting - at some point, the door opened a crack, and a pair of beautiful eyes hidden behind the mica bird beak mask stared at the two people who were walking away, silent.
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Mo Tingfeng took Song Weichen on a long and dangerous route back to Si Chen Mansion, where there was a lot of residual puppet energy, which was just right for her to absorb and "recharge" the puppet - the appearance of the necromancer's blood in Si Chen Mansion made Mo Tingfeng nervous, and he only wanted to make Song Weichen stronger as soon as possible.

When they returned to Tingfeng Mansion, it was already past noon. As soon as they entered Wuqingju, they saw Ruan Mianmian.

"What are you here for?"

Seeing her, Mo Tingfeng was not in a good mood and subconsciously protected Song Weichen behind him.

"Brother Tingfeng, why do you treat me like that? It really makes me sad."

"Mianmian heard that sister Sang Pu had a miscarriage, and I felt really sad for her. So I personally made a pot of chicken soup and sent it over to help her recover."

Mo Tingfeng still had a cold face and remained silent, but his body movements and attitude were clearly trying to urge Ruan Mianmian to leave.

Song Weichen didn't want him to get involved. Matters between women should be resolved between women, so he gently pulled the corner of Mo Ting's windbreaker.
"Lord Si Chen, didn't you just say you wanted to go to the meeting hall?"

"I……"

Mo Tingfeng understood what Song Weichen meant, but was worried that Ruan Mianmian would make things difficult for her, so he didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Using Mo Tingfeng's broad body to shield himself, Song Weichen mouthed the words "don't worry" to him and pushed him out of the door. Then he sat down opposite Ruan Mianmian and took a look at the pot of soup.

"Ms. Ruan is very thoughtful. I wonder what ingredients are added to the chicken soup this time. It can't be saffron and five-element grass again, right? I don't have any more children to give birth to, so I suggest you try a different flavor. For example, red beetroot and arsenic look good to me."

Song Weichen's words made Ruan Mianmian's face turn red and white.

"Sister Sang Pu, what are you saying? I'm sincere to you, how can you say such a shameful thing?"

She took a bowl of chicken soup from the pot and drank it by herself, then put it heavily on the table.

"This soup is full of nutritious ingredients. If you tell me a lie, Mianmian will die without a burial place! I swear like this. Are you satisfied, Miss Sangpu?"

"Oh."

Song Weichen calmly picked up the bowl and served Ruan Mianmian another serving of chicken soup.

"In that case, please drink more, my lord. Sang Pu is just a worthless person and does not deserve such a good soup."

"you……"

Ruan Mianmian took the bowl, her face somewhat embarrassed. She pursed her lips, but finally drank the whole bowl of soup.

"To be honest, I am here today to make amends and form an alliance."

"I am indeed responsible for your miscarriage. It was just jealousy that led to a single thought, I admit it. I also admit that the unjustly killed baby is seeking revenge on me. But you..."

Ruan Mianmian looked outside the door, then moved closer to Song Weichen and lowered her voice.

"In addition to guarding against me, you also need to be wary of the eldest princess. You hurt your hand playing the zither yesterday, and the medicine she applied to you contained fenugreek and oleander, both of which are effective in inducing abortion."

"Of course, I have a selfish reason for telling you this - I have no chance of winning the fight with the princess for Brother Tingfeng. Even if I win, I will just be humble in the end. But I can still compete with you, and in terms of status, you are the one who has to be humble."

"If Qin Xueying hadn't joined this battle, you and I would be at loggerheads, and I wouldn't have come today. But she...she told Brother Tingfeng her true feelings last night, and they have reached some kind of contract. Now the only one who can break this situation is you, so I hope you can fight with her and win."

Ruan Mianmian took another bowl, filled it with soup for Song Weichen, and solemnly placed it in front of her.

"Sister Sang Pu, there has never been a moment when I wish you good health as much as I do now."

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Song Weichen really wanted to say to her, "What a damned logical thing."

How arrogant and conceited a person must be to make such a "true confession" - yes, I have hurt you, but I don't want to hurt you for the time being, because I don't want to compete with another person. You fight, I hope you win, and then we will fight again, because I have a chance of winning against you.

What the hell is this new and unique Tian Ji horse racing?
Song Weichen had just absorbed a lot of puppet energy and was busy practicing. He really didn't want to get entangled with her, so he took the bowl and drank it all up.

"Lady Ruan, can you go back now? I just had a miscarriage and my body is weak. I need to rest well before I can help you fight the princess."

Ruan Mianmian's eyes lit up and she served her another bowl of chicken soup.

"Good sister, do you mean you forgive me? Come on, take good care of yourself. I hope you get well."

The soup was very thick and made people feel sticky when drinking it. Song Weichen didn't like it. She stretched out her hand to stop it.
"We have a deal. If you drink this bowl, you can leave. Don't play the three-bowl trick on me. Whether the princess is a big tiger is another matter, but I am definitely not Wu Song."

"Okay, okay, sister Sang Pu is used to saying some weird things that people can't understand. I think you should drink and leave."

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Finally, Ruan Mianmian carried the pot out of the door. When she reached the door, Song Weichen remembered something and called her.

"My lord, even the lives of grass and grass are lives too. When I went to meet you that day, I saw that your personal maid seemed to be in poor health. Instead of wasting your time here, you should pay more attention to the people around you."

Ruan Mianmian was stunned, and it seemed that she took a while to react to her words before realizing who she was talking about.

"Oh, you mean Du Juan? That good-for-nothing, I don't know why he passed out last night, and has been sent to the clinic. He's an irrelevant person, so don't worry about him, sister. Just get better as soon as possible."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Song Weichen was left sitting there in a daze. She thought of asking Guyu to go see Dujuan today and bring back some nourishing food. After all, they had "shared hardships" together in Ruan Mianmian's room last night.
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Si Chen Mansion Medical Clinic Ward.

The medicine smelled fragrant and steam was sizzling from the clay pot on the charcoal stove. A servant who was guarding the medicine in the clinic saw that the medicine was ready, so he wrapped the handle of the clay pot with gauze and carefully poured the medicine into the clay bowl.

The medicine was very hot, so the servant put a cloth on the wall of the bowl and brought it to the table beside Dujuan's bed. While the medicine was cooling down, he left the ward to prepare some topical medicine for her to treat the multiple wounds on her hands. Only the unconscious Dujuan was left in the ward.

Suddenly, two drops of red stuff fell into the bowl of medicine on the bedside table, and the medicine, which had been gradually cooling down, suddenly boiled - at some point, a thin thing like a spider silk hung down from the beam, and the two drops of red liquid followed the silk into the bowl.

But in a moment, the bowl of medicine returned to calm and the spider silk disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

There was only a beam of sunlight shining in from the window, shining right on the bowl of medicine. Upon closer inspection, there was a faint blood-red tint in the rising smoke.

It was abnormally quiet all around.

Dujuan opened his eyes without warning and looked quietly at the beams above his head.