Grudge Breaker

Chapter 294 Blood Puppet (Part )
Suddenly Mo Tingfeng thought of a possibility.

He took a dagger and cut his middle finger. Only the middle finger could obtain the innate pure yang blood. He then dropped the blood into the medicine bowl, and used the blood identification technique, combined with the "Spell of Commanding All Spirits", to detect whether there were any evil things in it.

Qianyu wards off poison, Zhenshi Luoling, the Eight Immortals hold the axe, the Emperor's spirit,
Taixuan falls, seven gods rush to the court, Huang Zhen shines with his horns, Huan throws his fire bells,

Purple jade characters, four scenes are enlightened, nine days and six days, the essence of four days,
The ancestor is passed down from outside, the commander is protected from within, the left and right are in full swing, the hot wind is steaming,
I commanded the slaying of all demons, the destruction of thousands of spirits, the golden truth inspired the nine demons to be annihilated.

I wear the true talisman that can command all spirits, ascend through the three realms, and go to the Imperial City!
Mo Tingfeng chanted some incantations, and sure enough, as the incantations sounded, a black aura of undead with a faint glow of blood rose from the medicine bowl. It seemed that there were countless deformed ghost faces with their mouths open and screaming hidden in it, but they had been suppressed by his blood and the Soul Servitude Spell, and had no way to escape.

There is no doubt that the thing in this medicine bowl is the blood of the necromancer.

"Clap!"

With the sound of the medicine bowl shattering, the black gas was completely swallowed up.

Mo Tingfeng stopped and put the dagger back on his waist.

"Any blood curse requires at least nine feedings of blood parasites within thirty-six hours to be effective. Du Juan has been staying in the clinic during this time, which means she must have completed the blood contract with Ma Zhenchun here."

Mo Tingfeng looked at the cracked bowl thoughtfully.

"If someone else brings a few drops of the necromancer's blood into Si Chen's mansion, it will indeed not trigger the defensive barrier. But who on earth can come here to feed Du Juan blood poison nine times in a row without being noticed?"

"Logically, the people in the clinic are the most suspicious."

Ye Wujiu answered, covering his left arm with a bad look on his face.

The black undead energy just now had a strong sense of aggression towards the wound on his arm, and it once tried to drill into it to avoid being killed by Mo Ting's Feng Yi Ling Curse.

Fortunately, he was able to think quickly and used his hands as sword fingers to seal the Yunmen and Zhongfu acupoints on his left arm, making his left arm temporarily "disabled", which made the undead black energy nowhere to hide.

But because of this action, Ye Wujiu could not use his left arm normally for at least twelve hours - let alone cast spells to fight the enemy, he couldn't even use his hands like a normal person.

This made Ye Wujiu, who had been self-disciplined and competitive all his life, feel depressed. It was just a drop of prominence blood on the necromancer, but it had put him in such a dilemma. How could he kill him successfully?

And the fact that the black energy would find him meant that he and the necromancer were already of the same spirit. If this continued, I'm afraid that not only his body but also his consciousness would be gradually eroded. By then, would he become an enemy of the Sichen Mansion...

……

"Old Ye, don't let your imagination run wild."

Ding Heran saw it all, and based on his understanding of Ye Wujiu, he knew how tormented he was.

"Don't worry, if that day ever comes, I will kill you in advance and never give you the chance to bully me."

"Also, you always forget that you are not a lone wolf."

"Don't mention the three divisions, don't mention the tens of thousands of resentment-breaking masters in Sichen Mansion. If they want to touch you, they should first ask me, the commander of Tianluo, whether I agree or not."

"Old Ding..."

Ye Wujiu opened his mouth and wanted to pretend to be relaxed and tease Ding Heran, "He's just a Class B warlock and yet he dares to brag," but he really couldn't say anything. He was just filled with gratitude and felt it was worth it to have such a brother who would share life and death with him.

"If there really comes a day when I die in your hands, it will be a worthy death for me, Ye Wujiu."

Ding Heran deliberately slapped Ye Wujiu's crippled left shoulder hard, causing him to groan in pain.

"Oh, come on! Stop being such a little wife. I told you you won't die, so why are you so unlucky? Just be calm and at peace. As long as you don't get distracted, no one can hurt you."

……

Mo Tingfeng smiled faintly and did not interrupt the whole time.

He believed that Ding Heran was the best medicine to cure Ye Wujiu's disaster, so he didn't need to say more.

While they were talking, Mo Tingfeng carefully checked the medicine room compartment again - except for the medicine bowl, there was nothing unusual.

Subconsciously, I cast my eyes towards the servant who was standing outside the cubicle boiling medicine, and found that he was so nervous that even the back of his clothes was sweating. What on earth was he afraid of?
"What are you afraid of?"

"Since returning from Si Chen Mansion, he has been in a state of distraction."

In the pavilion beside the waterside pavilion in the backyard of the Ruan residence, Ruan's mother gently patted Ruan Mianmian's shoulder. The latter jumped up with a strange cry. When she saw that it was her mother, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down softly.

"Mother, you walked without making any sound. Mianmian was scared to death."

Ruan's mother sat next to Ruan Mianmian, who took the opportunity to lean on her arms.

"Good boy, what's wrong? You're so scared, but if someone bullies you, don't be afraid. Mother will take care of it for you."

"Mother……"

Ruan Mianmian looked like she had suffered a great injustice.
"The princess had ulterior motives in inviting Mianmian to Sichen Mansion this time. She clearly wanted me to see her secretly traveling with Brother Tingfeng to Chencang so that I would retreat."

"And that damn girl Du Juan took the opportunity to get close to the princess, but ended up trying to climb up the social ladder and failed. I just said a few words to her, and she actually...actually hanged herself in the room, and she even deliberately wore a red dress, which was clearly aimed at me! Mother, Mianmian feels so innocent, so wronged, and so scared..."

Ruan's mother listened to Ruan Mianmian's "complaint" calmly, and patted her back gently to comfort her.

"I heard about Du Juan's story. She was a poor child. I have already sent the housekeeper to her hometown to arrange her funeral."

"only……"

Mother Ruan looked at her newly done red nail polish and said lightly,
"Her mother didn't want the pension, and she insisted on seeing Du Juan for the last time and letting her rest in peace. The housekeeper was so annoyed that he had to have someone send the whole family off so that they could meet each other on the road to the underworld."

"Forget it, just don't say it."

"Compared to this, what I care about is the relationship between you and the eldest princess. Are you not at odds with each other?"

"Lord Si Chen is certainly a good choice for you, but you can't be embarrassed with the princess because of him. The territory master Qin Huan is now in a stable position. Even if your father has someone in the upper realm, he has to follow his lead in the Mei Realm. You and Xueying need to be nice to each other."

Ruan Mianmian nestled in her mother's arms and nodded.

"Mother taught me that Mianmian naturally didn't dare to confront the princess, but... the thought of giving up the fat meat in her mouth made her feel uncomfortable."

"Silly child, you should take a broad view of the situation. There is still a long way to go. It is not certain who will win. Don't say discouraging words."

As she spoke, Ruan's mother pulled her up.
"The sun is about to set. Let's go back. I guess you didn't get enough rest these days. Go back and have a good sleep."

"……Yes"

Ruan Mianmian's answer was somewhat reluctant. Although she had not seen Du Juan hanged to death in a red dress with her own eyes, it was precisely because she had not seen it that her imagination made her feel uneasy. "What about Du Juan..."

"She's just a girl anyway. She has no ability when she's alive, and she can't make any waves when she's dead. Just go back and relax."

After a pause, Ruan's mother continued, "Do you remember Huamei in my room? That's Mei Niang. She took care of you for a while when you were a child. She knows some magic. I asked her to take care of you until you find a maid you like."

"Thank you, mother. You are the best to Mianmian in the world!"

Ruan Mianmian said goodbye to her mother in the pavilion and returned to her own villa.

After walking in the yard for a while, she felt something was wrong. These maids in her yard were getting more and more outrageous. She hadn't been back for a few days, but one or two of them dared not to greet her at the door. She was almost at her bedroom, but there was no one in sight. There was really no discipline!
"When Mei Niang comes, I will have a talk with her and ask her to discipline these damn girls for me."

Ruan Mianmian was thinking angrily in her heart. She had already walked to the bedroom door. When she looked at the steps at the door, she became even more angry.

There are several clear gray footprints on the stairs - clearly made by bare feet.

"These bastards who only eat and do nothing have come to my house. I have to teach you a lesson!"

Ruan Mianmian cursed in her heart, lifted her skirt to avoid the gray footprints, walked to the bedroom door, kicked it open, and walked in.

Behind her, the door was pulled shut silently by an unknown force.

There was a row of lanterns hanging on the eaves. The moment the door was closed, the candles in the lanterns flickered a few times, and suddenly with a "puff", all of them went out.

Even with the door closed, the sudden extinguishing of the lantern still made the room noticeably darker.

Ruan Mianmian felt the change in light and subconsciously looked back. She found that the door was closed and it was pitch black outside. She suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, which made her back feel a little tight.

"spit!"

"She's just a dead girl. She has no ability when she's alive, and she can't make any waves when she's dead!"

Ruan Mianmian imitated her mother's tone, and spit fiercely at the closed door to give herself courage. But when she turned around, she was stunned, and stared at the room with a stiff look in her eyes.
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Noticing Mo Tingfeng's scrutinizing gaze, Ding Heran flashed out of the pharmacy cubicle and brought back the medicine-making servant who was waiting outside the room trembling with fear.

"There must be something wrong with you, just confess it honestly."

Ding Heran smiled, like a wild beast playing with its prey.

"Recruit, recruit what?"

The servant who was boiling medicine looked at the three adults in front of him, his legs shaking like a dead tree in the wind, he could no longer stand, and fell to his knees with a plop, but his hands subconsciously covered the purse at his waist.

Ding Heran didn't say much. He stepped forward, pulled off the servant's purse, and returned to Mo Tingfeng to open it.

In addition to a silver ingot, there was also a palm-sized piece of paper. When it was opened, there was a pattern on it - it was the strange rune on Du Juan's ankle.

The pattern made Ye Wujiu feel a piercing pain in his left arm.

"Ah."

Ding Heran sneered, squatted in front of the servant who was boiling medicine, took out a dagger and stabbed it into the bluestone ground in front of him. The ground was like tofu and was easily stabbed into.

"It seems you are not going to tell the truth."

"That's great. The dungeon has been unused for a long time, and I'm a little rusty with those torture instruments."

Ding Heran spoke in a leisurely tone, staring at the medicine-making servant whose back was covered with sweat stains that were visibly expanding.

"Little brother, please don't confess easily later, let me have some practice."

"Ding, Ding Tong..."

The servant who was boiling medicine had his pants wet instantly, he was so scared that he peed his pants.

"Commander Ding, please forgive me. I know I am wrong!"

"Yesterday, the doctor took two pharmacists to Qingshan Village to practice medicine. There was no one in the clinic except me and Miss Dujuan. She saw that I was practicing acupuncture these two days and was quite good at it, so she gave me a silver ingot and asked me to tattoo a pattern on her ankle according to the pattern she drew."

"I thought that I could earn a silver coin by tattooing such a simple pattern, which was much better than practicing medicine. It was not a good way to make a living! So I secretly kept the pattern and wanted to try my business in the town when I had a holiday."

The medicine-making servant managed to finish his words with great difficulty, and then he kowtowed desperately in the direction where Mo Tingfeng was standing, making the bluestone floor kowtow.

"I shouldn't be blinded by money. I beg Lord Si Chen and the two commanders to be kind and let me live!"

……

"Is that all?"

Ding Heran pulled out the dagger stuck in the ground and patted it lightly in his palm, obviously dissatisfied with his answer.

"Really, it's really gone..."

The servant who was boiling medicine had a bitter face. After a while, he took out a bronze hairpin from his bosom. It was not worth much.

"Miss Dujuan gave me this hairpin. I want to take it to my lover in Guixiang Tower when I get a chance. If you like it, I will give it to you as a gift and ask you to spare my life..."

"Stop talking about this useless stuff. I don't have the patience!"

Ding Heran behaved like a complete thug. He threw the dagger into the air, caught it with a beautiful backhand, hooked his arm, and "snap!" The back of the knife pressed against the carotid artery of the boy who was boiling medicine.

"I ask a question and you answer it."

"If you tell a lie or say nonsense, you won't even be able to see the sun set today, let alone meet your lover!"

The servant who was boiling the medicine nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but did not dare to say another word.

"Has anyone come to see Du Juan these days?"

"Yes, a girl named Guyu came here several times."

"Who else has been here besides her?"

"No, no more."

The three of them looked at each other suspiciously.
……

"Gu Yu?"