Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Why is it so clever?

Ming Huaying stared at the white porridge in the bowl and recalled what she saw at Ming's house.

There were four people at that time.

Only one died.

"Then where do they live?"

The woman didn't think much and said directly: "It's a little south of our house. Their second son went out again and said he was working in a wealthy family, and these two boys were the only ones left. I saw that these two boys didn't come out. , please help if you can."

Ming Huaying's heart was pounding. She put down her bowls and chopsticks and stood up, saying, "Thank you, Auntie, for today's work. I'll leave first. These clothes..."

"Get dressed, it's quite cold today."

"That's done. Send it to my aunt tomorrow."

After leaving the woman's house, Ming Huaying originally wanted to go back directly, but when she passed by that house, she seemed to be urging her to go in quickly.

Ming Huaying leaned against the wall, the consciousness occupying her brain making her very uncomfortable.

There were red bloodshot eyes and cold sweat on her forehead. She slowed down her breathing and deliberately ignored the consciousness that drove her.

When it gradually subsides, he will leave.

Unexpectedly, a scream reached her ears.

"The shopkeeper is probably still resting. We came here early in the morning and started cleaning up in the lobby." Guo Er was at a loss as he held the rag.

After hearing this, Xu Suiran frowned and went straight to the backyard.

Pei Zhen, who was lagging behind, didn't forget to ask: "Is Mingchuan here?"

The four of them shook their heads after hearing this.

There was only one room with a wide open door in the backyard, and what you saw when you entered was clothes hanging aside.

The uneasiness became more and more obvious, Xu Suiran left the room and turned to knock on the door next to him.

"Where's Aying?"

He looked at the other person expectantly, trying to hear words of affirmation from the other person's mouth.

Ji Huatao was stunned after hearing the question. She had the deepest sleep last night, and she still hasn't reacted yet.

The expectation in Xu Suiran's eyes gradually faded away, and he suppressed his trembling hands.

Pei Zhen shouted in his ears: "Brother Xu, if Mingchuan didn't come here, where did he go? Is my sister here?"

Ming Huaying is not here, where can she go?

Xu Suiran pushed aside Pei Zhen who was blocking him and rushed out of Jie Xige. The rain had washed everything away, and it would be very difficult to find anyone.

The anxiety of those years abroad swept over him again, and Xu Suiran could only try his best to stay calm.

Control all bad thoughts and return to Mingxin Mansion to ask the government to send someone out.

It just has little effect.

No one saw her.

Xu Suiran leaned over and coughed, his cheeks and eyes stained with red, and the hands clenched in front of him looked even paler.

Pei Zhen patted him on the back repeatedly, not knowing whether he was comforting him or himself: "It's okay, my sister is okay, she's okay, it's okay."

But the words spoken out of my mouth feel a little pale.

"There's news." Ji Huatao waved from a distance and ran over, followed by two people.

She gasped and pointed to the people next to her to indicate to them.

To say there is news is just a slight mistake.

Xie Zhiwu sleeps lightly at night and is awakened by the slightest movement.

But last night the flute sounded.

He was instantly awakened when the first sound rang out, and he slowly lost consciousness after the second sound.

"The sound of the flute." Xu Suiran lowered his head and thought about these two words repeatedly.

His whole body seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, and he was surrounded by feelings of loss.

He raised his head and looked at Xie Zhiwu: "Where do you live?"

"Yelai Inn to the west of Mingxin Mansion."

"That's the west of the city." Xu Suiran whispered, glanced at everyone, then got on his horse and headed west.

In the dark room, only one lamp was burning.

One person lit a candle, and candle tears dripped on the ground intermittently.

Lying on the ground not far away was a man with a bruised face, looking like he was asleep.

The man approached with a candle, which was held at an angle and left traces on the ground along the path.

He slowly squatted down, groped around on the person's body, and finally opened the other person's chest, moved the candle to it, aimed it at the heart, and fell down.

The person in his sleep was trembling with excitement, and after opening his eyes, the hot feeling became more intense.

What he met was a pair of almost crazy eyes.

His voice was hoarse, and his smile became even wider when he saw that the person was awake: "You're awake. Do you remember the person next to you?"

Mingchuan still stared at him, refusing to move.

The man put the candle aside and glanced up and down his body: "My tribe said it is best to integrate you into our bones and blood, leaving nothing behind. How do you think we should divide it between you and us?"

Mingchuan supported the ground and stepped back a little. His trembling voice betrayed his calmness on the surface: "Can't one person relieve the entire clan?"

The other party let out a laugh that ordinary people could not imagine, and there seemed to be bones stuck in his throat.

"You are so naive."

He stood up and walked around the room: "Of course I am using you to relieve myself. What does it have to do with others? Or do you want us to divide it up?"

Mingchuan's heart gradually dropped, which meant that even if he died, they would still look for other people who were useful to them.

His vision gradually blurred, and he asked as if to confirm: "How do you think I am useful to you?"

"Isn't this simple?" The man turned around and looked at him, and was extremely happy to see the other person being frightened.

He pointed his finger at his arm: "It's excited for you."

As he spoke, he actually took off one sleeve and looked at the veins hidden under the skin exuding pleasure.

When his fingers touched his arm, there was a trace of blood.

He grabbed Mingchuan's wrist and left a gash in his hand regardless of his struggle.

Mingchuan, who had been in a depressed state for a long time, was trembling with fear, and just being touched made him collapse.

He immediately shouted.

"Shut up." The man put his finger on the opening and pressed hard, and bright red blood came out.

His eyes were gradually turning red, and his nose kept smelling the smell. To him, it just felt wonderful.

Mingchuan's pain slowly recovered. After all, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had never experienced such a scene.

Tears fell down his cheeks, and he hoped that it would be less painful when he died later.

And Ming Huaying, it’s better not to meet her. Meeting at this time is actually very dangerous.

"Your sister?"

Mingchuan shut up and just said it directly without realizing it.

The man licked his lips: "Don't worry, we are not interested in your sister. It's just that she seems to be here too."

He said with a look of disgust on his face.

"What did you say?"

Mingchuan was pushed in pain and took a deep breath.

The man saw that he was about to die, which satisfied Mingchuan's curiosity.

"I just wanted to ask you to come out alone, but who knew there was someone following behind me." He curled his lips, "I can't get used to the smell of women, so you brought yourself here."

"What about my sister?"

"how could I know."