My wife is not a demon

Fortunately, apart from the sudden situation just now, the river surface has completely restored its previous calm at this moment, and nothing unusual happened.

Only then did everyone gradually relax.

Another hour later, the ship docked at a pier.

Under the leadership of the altar master, Chen Mu turned around several alleys, and finally came to a secluded courtyard on the mountainside.

There are several old trees with luxuriant flowers and leaves standing in front of the courtyard, and the environment is elegant.

There are several master guards patrolling around.

"This is Murong Duozhu's yard. He usually lives here and likes to be quiet." Gao Tanzhu said with a smile, "I don't like to be disturbed."

Chen Mu nodded, looked around silently, and became vigilant in his heart.

Although Ji Dachun said before that Murong Tudor had never seen his real face, it did not prevent the Tudor from knowing his identity through other channels.

In short, we still have to be careful for a while.

Chen Mu glanced at Hong Zhu'er.

After the woman talked to him last night, she kept ignoring him.

"father!"

Murong Ping pushed open the courtyard door with a crisp voice.

The courtyard is quiet and elegant, the surroundings are silent, the ground is cleaned neatly, there are stone tables and benches under a cypress tree, and there is a chessboard on it.

"Father, we're back!"

Murong Ping rushed into the room excitedly, "We rescued Brother Ji, you—"

Murong Ping's voice stopped abruptly.

Everyone entered the room one by one, and stood there in a daze, as if they had fallen into an ice cave, unable to believe the scene in front of them.

I saw a man sitting on the rattan chair above.

But above the neck, there is nothing!

Head is gone!

On the table next to him, there was a bulging object wrapped in a sad red cloth.

Take a closer look, isn't this the head of the bride from before?

Chen Mu swallowed, and secretly complained: "Please call me Conan, wherever I go, where people die, I am so unlucky!"

Chapter 269 Maid Zhiyue!

Master Murong Duo died.

The most powerful rudder master among the four major rudders died before he even had time to meet.

Chen Mu didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.

"The corpse is fresh, still warm, and the muscles remain relaxed. There are no plaques or rigor..." Chen Mu briefly inspected the corpse and said calmly. "Should die within half an hour."

half an hour...

From the time they met the headless bride to the way back, Murong Tuozhu was assassinated during this period.

But with Master Murong's cultivation and strength, how many people can kill him silently?

And judging from the circumstances of Murong Ruozhu's death, there was no fierce fighting, just like someone had his head decapitated while sitting on a chair.

too weird.

Stranger than that headless bride.

Is it poisoned?

Chen Mucan frowned tightly, looking at the corpse.

After screaming, Murongping passed out and was sent to the room.

Poor little girl, her father died for no reason before her lover was rescued.

Life is full of joy and sorrow.

The master of the high altar looked ashen, and came to the courtyard to stare coldly at the guards who were kneeling on the ground with blank faces, and interrogated them.

Those guards naturally didn't know what to ask.

According to the interrogation, they did not hear any unusual noises.

As early as an hour ago, Murong Duozhu returned to the courtyard, everything seemed normal, but he died inexplicably.

"Come and check the corpse to see if it has been poisoned."

Chen Mu said to Hong Zhu'er.

After all, this woman is a master at using poison, maybe she can tell a thing or two.

Hong Zhu'er didn't refuse, she went to the corpse and took a look, then took out a small light green spider and put it on the neck of the corpse.

The little green spider crawled in along the flesh and blood.

Chen Mu came to the table and stared at the head wrapped in the red veil.

The scene by the river appeared again in his mind.

At that time, with the support of the matchmaker, the bride walked to the bamboo raft normally, and then knelt and sat on it.

Then a gust of wind blew away her head and red hijab.

It stands to reason that it was impossible to blow the head away with the wind at that time, let alone the head still growing on the corpse.

But this is a world where monsters exist.

Maybe it was some kind of monster that caused trouble, and it was reasonable to kill the bride.

But the question is, why is the head here?

Could it be that some monster brought the head to Master Murong Tuozhu's room, and then killed Murong Tuozhu, leaving the head behind.

What is the purpose?