After I was reborn, I became a supporting villain

Chapter 237 [Two Hundred Thirteen Seven] Seven Days

The candles in the room were lit up, making it much warmer.

After Qingci calmed down a bit, he looked at Yiru and said, "Speak."

Yiru thought about it carefully for a long time, and suddenly he looked enlightened.

"Master!" Yiru clapped his hands and said loudly, "The servant has remembered."

Qingci didn't speak, just looked at her.

"That earthen jar was useless, and no one cared about throwing it there, but some time ago, the master asked the servant to take out the sugar ball that had been buried to have a look, and the servant dug out the sugar ball , and then wrapped up the surrounding soil for the master, and the slaves did not re-bury the remaining sugar balls, but threw them in the crock." Yiru recalled in detail.

"I threw the sugar balls in the crock..." Qing Ci said silently.

"Yes." Yi Ru replied.

"When did the earthen jar break?" Qingci asked again.

"When was it broken...?" Yiru was a little puzzled, "Is that crock broken?"

"Yeah." Qingci nodded, "I saw the earthen jar before, it was broken."

Yiru couldn't believe it, and looked outside the house with a candle lamp, only to find that, as Qing Ci said, the crock was broken, and there was not a single sugar ball left in it. .

After Yiru came back, he faltered for a long time without saying a word.

"I'm often not in the house these days, think about it carefully, when will it be broken." Qing Ci replied.

"This..." Yiru covered his forehead, his face was twisted into a ball, he couldn't remember after thinking carefully.

"Don't worry, think about it again." Qing Ci said and wanted to stand up and go out.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Seeing this, Yi Ru hurriedly stopped him.

Qingci didn't speak, but just took a silver needle from the drawer.

"What is the master doing with the silver needle?" Yi Ru was puzzled.

"Go and check the cause of Baoyue's death." Qingci said, and was about to get up.

Seeing Qingci's wound, Yiru was really worried, and quickly grabbed the silver needle, "No, no matter what, the master is not allowed to go out tonight, the servant will go to check on the master's behalf."

Saying that, Yiru pushed Qingci back on the stool.

Qing Ci was helpless, seeing Yi Ru's serious appearance, he had no choice but to agree.

Qingci waited in the room boredly for a while, and Yiru came back with her small steps.

"How?" Qingci looked at the silver needle in Yiru's hand.

"Master has changed color." Saying that, Yiru handed the silver needle in his hand to Qingci.

Qing Ci took a closer look, as expected...

Silver needles turn black.

Yes, Nuxy.

"Master, what can you see?" Yiru was curious.

"The ones in the crock are nuxies." Qingci said, "If I'm not mistaken, the crock should have been kicked and broken, and then eat the sugar balls in the crock, that's why he's so haggard. "

After hearing Qingci's words, Yiru suddenly remembered something, "Master, this servant has remembered."

"Remember what?" Qing Ci asked.

"If the maidservant remembers correctly, the first day Baoyue came to our yard kicked the crock into pieces, but the maidservant didn't care at that time, thinking to clean it up later, but then forgot about it." Yiru seriously Said.

"The first day I came here..." Qingci chewed on this sentence repeatedly.

"What did the master think of?" Yiru asked curiously.

The corner of Qingci's mouth suddenly curled up, "Sure enough."

Yiru was puzzled, unable to understand why Qingci suddenly behaved like this.

"It takes seven days for the poison to develop."

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