God catches no trace

Chapter 8

At noon, when the sun is shining directly, it makes people feel very warm and comfortable.

On the streets of the small town, people in twos and threes walked slowly with fans, or chatted leisurely, enjoying the rare sunshine in late autumn.

Muroufang.

There was a lot of uproar at the moment.

When Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng just approached the door.

"My lord, are you here to drink flower wine?"

Two young and beautiful women hurriedly greeted each other, speaking slowly and softly.

"Yes."

"Please come with me, both of you."

Although Shui Sheng is a woman, the two women don't care about it at all. Business doesn't care about men and women.

Entering the hall, the inside is already full of guests.

All kinds of men hug left and right, their faces are like demon flowers, their eyes are shooting at charming women, they are greedy for wine, and they show their ugly appearance when they are extremely happy.

Shui Sheng's face was flushed, her head drooped hurriedly, and she followed closely behind Sang Wuhen, for fear of moving half a step.

"My lord, do you want a single room?"

The single room is the best room in the entire Muroufang. It is usually located on the second floor. After booking a single room, you can choose four to five girls at will, drink and play in it.

"Okay." Sang Wuhen replied.

Go through the first floor, walk up the steps, and you will be there in no time.

A girl pushed open the curtained door of one of the rooms.

"Please, son."

As soon as Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng stepped in, the first thing they caught their eyes was: a big round table covered with colorful floral cloth, a celadon flower pot placed on the round table, and several wine glasses next to it neatly placed on the table. Together, several carved chairs stand beside it.

A bed surrounded by light gauze is just three meters away from the table.

The curtains cover almost the entire wall, giving people a quiet and elegant feeling.

"Young master, how many people do you need to wait on?"

"Call your lady boss." Sang Wuhen said.

"This…"

The two girls looked embarrassed.

"What? Don't worry, the money will pay"

"To tell you the truth, the proprietress usually doesn't have customers. The business on the scene is handled by servants."

"No customers? Just kidding."

"In the past few years, she was still here often, but in the past three years, she has hardly appeared."

Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng were shocked after hearing this.

"Then who is running the business now?"

"Sister Xianghua." One of them said.

"Can you call her here?"

"Both, please sit down, wait for a moment, we will go right away." After speaking, he walked away lightly.

"Brother Wuhen, why did you insist on coming to find Sister Murou?"

Shui Sheng really didn't know how to address Mu Rou who hadn't met, so she had to use "big sister" instead.

"She may know who the real culprit was in the tragedy of the Luo family."

"why?"

"Because she was Qiu Yi's beloved woman ten years ago. Although she didn't form a partner, Qiu Yi will definitely tell her something."

"Well, that makes sense."

Just as Sang Wuhen was about to say something, he saw Shui Sheng's eyes staring at him tenderly.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling appeared in his heart. As for what is this feeling?It's true that I can't tell, but my heartbeat has accelerated.

"Who wants to see me?"

Sang Wuhen turned his head slightly to see: a 40-year-old, extremely coquettish woman opened the door curtain.

"Are you the sister Xianghua they call?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's the matter, young master?"

"Xia Sang Wuhen, I want to meet your boss, may I introduce you?" After speaking, he took out two ingots of silver.

"My lord, I'm sorry, she usually doesn't see customers." Obviously, her tone was softer, probably because she saw Yinzi.

"Please trouble Miss Xianghua to pass it on. I have something very important to tell her." Sang Wuhen was patient.

"I'm so sorry, son." A cold face.

Suddenly, she found a sword on her neck.

It turned out that Shui Sheng really didn't want to grind, and wanted to use force.

Xianghua was startled, and just wanted to call someone.

"Shui Sheng, put down the sword."

Sang Wuhen sounded a bit commanding, and then said: "I really don't mean any harm, I really have something important to see your boss, Ms. Murou."

Xianghua saw the other party's sincere eyes, and finally let go: "Okay, I promise. But I'll just take you there, as to whether she sees or not is none of my business."

Immediately, he glanced at Shui Sheng with a somewhat unconvinced gaze.

"Okay, so where does she live? Is it very far away?"

"In a wooden house less than two miles away."

"It's not too late, please come with us right away."

Xianghua nodded.

……

The three of them walked quickly to a forest.

There is no green in the season now, but the residual leaves are dancing with the wind, a scene of solemnity.

The wooden house, of course, is a house surrounded by wooden boards. From a distance, it is not big, surrounded by flowers and trees, and when the wind blows, a fragrance floats into the noses of the two.

"It smells so good." Shui Sheng exclaimed.

Sang Wuhen ignored it and continued to follow the fragrant flowers. As he walked forward, he saw: yellow, white, pink, red, dazzling osmanthus flowers.

There is a path between the sweet-scented osmanthus trees leading directly to the wooden house.

Suddenly, Shui Sheng felt his brain went blank, groggy and weak.

Sang Wuhen also realized something was wrong, and when he looked at the fragrant flowers, there was no one there.

"Osmanthus is poisonous!"

He immediately understood that someone in the flower had injected a colorless and odorless phantom poison. This poison is not fatal, but it can make the person who smells it lose the ability to resist.However, it basically doesn't work for those with deep inner strength.

It seemed that the other party just wanted to warn the trespassers.

Sang Wuhen raised his breath violently, holding the water sheng with his left hand, he flew straight to the wooden house to avoid the phantom poison in the sweet-scented osmanthus.

As soon as I stood up, countless colorful petals appeared in front of my eyes.

"The Luo family's magic flower finger."

He was startled, he never expected that the hidden weapon "Phantom Flower Finger", which has been lost for 20 years, would appear here.

The so-called phantom flower finger is to use various flowers to dry and sprinkle some poisonous medicinal powder on it.Then knead it into petals of different colors to form a hidden weapon.

In the past, it was famous all over the world, and no one in it survived.

It was one of the three poisonous weapons of the year.It is also the top masterpiece of the Luo family, and many people in the world are pale when they hear it.

Such a background, of course, cannot be underestimated, nor can it be considered carefully. Sang Wuhen has already struck with his right hand.

This attack absolutely exhausted all the strength of the whole body, its power can be imagined.

The palm carries a strong wind, and the wind flutters the petals.

In an instant, the petals danced wildly backwards in the strong wind, colorful and slowly falling.

"Excellent palm strength, it is indeed a move in the "Hunting Soul Palm" that the god catches Sang Wuhen to kill."

A voice of warblers and swallows came from inside the house.

"Elder Sister Murou, you are indeed well-informed, Wuhen admires you."

Indeed, this palm is exactly one of the ultimate moves in the "Hunting Soul Palm", "Life without Soul."

"Come in, you can break my magic finger, there are not many people in the world, I should see you."

Sang Wuhen supported Shui Sheng, and slowly stepped into the room.

I saw a beautiful middle-aged woman with a hairpin tied in blue silk and a slightly sad face, sitting on a carved chair.

There is a lot of space in the house, but there are not many furnishings. A table, more than a dozen carved chairs, coffee table, and incense table give people a simple and clean feeling.

"Please sit down." The voice was gentle.

"Thanks."

Since the phantom poison is not fatal, Shui Sheng is fine, and his sanity has basically recovered.

At this time, two maids came out and brought tea.

"I don't know how the god catcher can confirm that I am Murou?"

Sang Wuhen glanced at Shui Sheng.

She understood immediately, took out a pair of puppets from her pocket, got up and put them on the table next to Mu Rou.

"Qiu Yi asked you to come? Where is he now?" Seeing the puppet, Mu Rou's face lit up instantly, showing a look of extreme joy.

It seems that she didn't know at all that Qiu Yi lived in seclusion in Wu Village until his death.

This is how the same thing?Is there something hidden in it?What secret?Make people so puzzling?

"It is true that Qiu Yi asked us to come, but unfortunately, he has been dead for seven or eight years."

"What? Dead, dead."

When Mu Rou heard the news, she was surprised.His face changed drastically, from red to white, his eyes fixed on the puppet Qiu Yi, and tears burst out of his eyes instantly.

Then his body bent slightly, showing a look of extreme pain.He said loudly to himself: "Why? Why did you leave me." Before the sound fell, there was a "wow", and blood was spit out.

The sudden appearance of such a scene made Shui Sheng feel overwhelmed.

But Sang Wuhen understood that she was in a hurry, and just wanted to get up, ready to use her internal strength to save her.

Unexpectedly, Mu Rou waved her hand: "No need, it's not in the way." After finishing speaking, her mouth was tightly closed and her eyes were slightly closed.Sitting on the carved chair, motionless, tears flowed slowly.

Seeing this, the maid took a handkerchief and gently wiped away the blood around her mouth.

After a long time, Mu Rou opened her eyes, stood up abruptly, walked towards the incense table, and looked at it quietly.

Sang Wuhen and Shui Sheng also cast their gazes there, only then did they realize that what was enshrined on the incense table was not a Buddha or a god.

But calligraphy and painting.

Worship calligraphy and painting?Simply unheard of.

However, everything really appeared in front of my eyes.

The two also stood up at this time, and slowly walked towards the incense table.

I saw that the painting hanging in the middle was a portrait of a person. Judging from his appearance, it was clearly Qiu Yi.

There is a poem on the left and right sides respectively.

Wen Mo on the left: Lying quietly in the middle of the night, looking at how many star trails in the distance.Wind and rain are drifting, who am I willing to cling to?Butterflies love the beauty of flowers, but the flowers die in winter. Butterflies are drunk with flowers, but when will the flowers return with the wind?

The word is clearly written by a woman, and the general meaning is: I don't want to be alone, but I haven't found the man I like.

It expresses the extremely complicated state of mind of the person who wrote the lyrics.

The one on the right appears to have been written by a man.

The words are full of admiration: coldly chasing the wind, looking at the beautiful figure is moving.A message from a lonely heart, who will you dream of in your life?The breeze blows the flowers and gets drunk, the flowing water returns to the east at dusk, my heart follows Iraq and I don’t know how to return?

Sang Wuhen suddenly understood that this was written by Qiu Yi to Mu Rou.Rough meaning: I like her very much, and I want the two to stay together forever.

Seeing this, people can't help sighing: They obviously love each other deeply, how could they end up with a double split between labor and swallow, and leave a lifetime of love and hatred.

Puzzles, solving puzzles like puzzles.

(End of this chapter)