flow from evil

When Shan Simiao and Meng Yunting returned to Yang's house, it happened to be just in time for lunch.But probably because of Yang Yingzhu's order, there was no bowl, chopsticks and food for Shan Simiao and the two in the living room, so the two had to go to the kitchen to steal some leftovers, but even so, it was better than when they were wandering outside. Things are better than I don't know how many times.

"It's not good, the little mute is gone." The two had just finished eating when they saw Jiang Yingying rushing in hastily.

"What, the little mute is gone?"

The little mute was a little beggar picked up by Jiang Yingying from the street a few days ago. Seeing how pitiful he was, she brought him into the Yang family to raise him. She was always well-behaved on weekdays, how could she suddenly disappear.

Shan Simiao and Meng Yunting had no choice but to follow.

I just wandered around all afternoon, and almost searched the entire Yang family, but I didn't see the shadow of the little beggar.Shan Simiao passed by the mourning hall and happened to see a few servants carrying a coffin out, and then remembered that today is the day of Yang Yingquan's funeral.

But only a few personal servants saw her off.

Shan Simiao looked around carefully again, and sure enough, no one from the Yang family came, only the old housekeeper was quietly wiping away his tears.

"ah--"

Shan Simiao frowned, and was about to pass by, but suddenly heard a child's voice from inside the coffin.He paused for a moment, and immediately came to his senses, and stepped forward to lift the lid of the coffin.

"What are you doing!" Yang Yingsong's voice came from the front, and when he looked up, he saw him grinding his wheelchair and coming towards this side.

"Someone's inside." Shan Simiao responded, and with a push with his palm, he was about to lift the lid of the coffin, but Yang Yingsong's face suddenly turned cold, and with a movement of his fingertips, a sword qi was released. Throwing it towards Shan Simiao, Shan Simiao reacted quickly, following the movement of his finger, he also threw out a wave of true energy to counteract it.

During this back and forth, the coffin lid was pushed open by Shan Simiao, and when he looked inside, he saw that the little mute was sleeping in the middle, clinging tightly to Yang Yingquan's body.

The weather was already sweltering, and the body, which had been carefully preserved, was already starting to rot.Although the severed head was stitched together finely with needles and threads, a few worms still crawled out of the gap.The little mute didn't know whether he was insane or stupid, he babbled and hugged Yang Yingquan's body, looking cheerful and tight.This scene was so weird that even Yang Yingsong was dumbfounded.

Shan Simiao frowned, and raised his hand to hug the boy who didn't know how to live or die, but who knew that boy was not happy, he grabbed Yang Yingquan's sleeve and refused to let go, he was so anxious that his mouth shriveled , wrinkled his face, and howled loudly.

If it wasn't for the age mismatch, Shan Simiao would almost have suspected that this kid was Yang Yingquan's own.

Seeing that he dragged the little beggar out, Yang Yingsong quickly ordered someone to close the coffin and carry it out the door.

Women who have left the pavilion have not been eligible to be buried in their own family since ancient times.

Although he moved quickly, the sharp-eyed Shan Simiao still caught a glimpse of a unique Ruyi Knot beside Yang Yingquan's waist.

It was exactly the same as the one he had picked up, but that one was clearly in his hands.

Immediately put away the doubts on his face, Shan Simiao turned his head to look at the pale Yang Yingsong, and apologized.Yang Yingsong didn't blame him for anything, just smiled at him, neither of them said anything more, they turned and left.

When the little mute was handed over to Jiang Yingying, it was already past Mao's hour, the boy had cried enough, and now he was sleeping peacefully, Shan Simiao saw Jiang Yingying coaxing the boy into the room, and was just about to go to the kitchen to find something eating, but saw Meng Yunting running over mysteriously.

"Hey, guess what I just saw?"

"..."

"I just saw that Yang Yingzhu and that Lian Yishuo went out." Seeing that he didn't respond, Meng Yunting said again.

Shan Simiao was silent, waiting for him to continue.

"...Why don't you ask me why they went?"

"I'm not going to tell you if I don't ask?"

"...Why are you so incomprehensible, you deserve to be ugly."

"If you like to talk, don't talk, if you don't talk, just hold back." Shan Simiao hit him on the Achilles heel with just one word.

Meng Yunting rolled his eyes several times in a row, paced back and forth, his handsome face blushed, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, gnashed his teeth and cursed a few words, and then followed with a shy face.

"I saw that guy Yang Yingzhu was carrying a huge burden. It looked heavy, and he must have plots. And I see that his eyes are slanted today, the roots of the mountain are sunken, and the dark lines are messy, which is obviously a sign of great danger." Meng Yun. Ting touched his chin as he spoke, speaking very firmly.

"Did you find out what he was doing?" Shan Simiao finally said something human.

"Of course! You think of me as Meng Yunting, who has been a fool for nothing all these years!" Meng Yunting stepped up, his legs turned up, his trousers were rolled down, and he patted his legs and said, "I heard from the girls that he will be here tonight. Pay a lot of money for the leader of the most famous Nuanxiang Pavilion in the city, and invite Lian Yishuo to drink flower wine, it is said that that girl is the most beautiful girl in Huaiyang City!"

"Want to go and have a look?" Shan Simiao asked while taking a cup of tea.

Meng Yunting nodded like garlic.

"Okay, then Yang Yingzhu and Lian Yishuo will be left to you. We will work separately, so be careful." Shan Simiao patted Meng Yunting on the shoulder after saying that.

"..." Meng Yunting was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Your uncle, my three-legged cat kung fu, how can I follow alone, where are you going?"

"I'm with the older one." Shan Simiao smiled slightly, tapped his toes, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dumbfounded Meng Yunting.

Shan Simiao slipped out through the back door, and as soon as he got out, he saw a comfortable-looking square-topped carriage in the distance.

Although he was far away, he stared at him clearly. After a while, Yang Yingsong came out from the inside, was supported by two servants, and got into the carriage after leaving the wheelchair.

The old housekeeper said that the eldest son of his family would go to the painting boat on Jinlong Lake to meditate every third day of junior high school, and would not return home until noon the next day.

Shan Simiao felt that there must be something strange in this.

Seeing the carriage driving out slowly, Shan Simiao also quietly followed.

When I arrived at the pier, I saw a very elegant building boat docked in the center of the lake, while Yang Yingsong took only two servants on the shore, took a flat boat, and boarded the painting boat in the water. It is to prevent people from sneaking in.

Shan Simiao looked around, and suddenly saw a building boat with golden carvings and jade cups parked on the shore beside it, it looked vulgar but was very valuable, there were a few servants standing in twos and threes at the door, but they were talking Laughing, as if talking about something, with some wretched expressions on his face from time to time.

"Hey, tell me, master, how long will it take to finish this time?"

"Hey, the boy is very tender this time, I can't get out for a while."

"That's right, this master even took the medicine, it's also a hard work."

"Not until tomorrow morning?"

"I'm really not sure, Brother Hui and the others get a pot of wine to drink first, otherwise standing all night will be too much."

"Hey Hey."

The first few people were chatting happily, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them, and the backs were chilled, and the few people who were frightened suddenly shivered, but when they looked closely, they didn't even see a ghost.

"Hey?! Why did the boat leave?"

"Oh, your uncle, you really saw hell!!"

Shan Simiao had just half-coaxed and half-tucked two taels of silver into the rudder of the boat, then moved his ears, heard some babbling sounds coming from the attic on the second floor, and instantly understood.

Taking a breather, he went up to the attic. When the window was pushed open, he saw two figures on the couch. The two people who were entangled with each other suddenly stopped their movements in such a surprise. The person above was a man in his 50s. He has a mustache, and is staring blankly at the side of the boat with his bare lower body, but he sees a blue shirt with a red face like Guan Gong, which can inadvertently scare a person to death.

"Sorry for interrupting." Shan Simiao said meanly, but he didn't have any scruples at all, turned over and went into the attic.As soon as he entered, he found that the small person who was shivering under the bed with a mustache on the couch was not a girl like a flower, but a delicate and elegant boy in his teens.

It seems that even if men play with men, most of them like to choose this kind of warm and delicious food.

"You, you... where did the thief come from!" The mustache was only halfway through when he was grabbed by Shan Simiao, grabbed a ball of cloth, and stuffed it into his mouth until the stench filled his face. When I came, I realized that it was the underwear I was wearing.

"What's your name?" Shan Simiao asked the young man on the side, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of his half-covered thin chest, which was still stained with a little bit of green red that had just been blown out, but it didn't seem to be attractive to him.

The little ripples in Jun Wuyi's place calmed down now.

Seeing that a strange man with a black and red complexion shot so fiercely, the young man hastily whispered, "Master Hui, my name is... my name is Xiao San'er."

"Little Saner." Shan Simiao nodded, and stopped looking at him, and only ordered the boatman to park the boat ten feet away from the other party, while he himself watched the movement on the boat through the small window at the attic.

Even though the door and window were covered on the opposite side, with his eyesight, he could still distinguish the figures of the two men.One is tall and one is short, one is standing and the other is sitting. The standing one is strong and holds a long knife in his hand, and the sitting one looks a little thinner. No doubt that Yang Yingsong should be damned.

Long knife... Shan Simiao suddenly thought of someone.Looking left and right, the boat was full of people on duty, but they didn't look like Yang family members. Regardless of their status, the members of the Yang family all wore green shirts, with family moiré patterns on the cuffs, which symbolized the lightness of the wind and the calmness of the clouds. These people seem to be nonexistent.

Since it wasn't the person Yang Yingsong brought from the Yang family, it must have been brought by someone else. Just as Shan Simiao was thinking, a few whimpers from behind suddenly interrupted Shan Simiao's thinking. He looked back, only Seeing that the middle-aged man was holding back, his face was flushed.

"Woooooooo..."

Shan Simiao walked over and tore off the cloth from his mouth.

"You, you, you are bold... Do you know who this master is!?"

The man caressed his chest, panting and rolling his eyes. The frail young man at the side saw him and hurried over to help him catch his breath.

"I am the prefect of Huaiyang City! Huo... Huo... Huo..."

"...The governor of Huaiyang... Huo Huo Huo?"

Shan Simiao tilted his head and asked a little amusingly, but suddenly heard a sharp whistle coming from a distance.Looking up, he saw that something happened to the opponent's boat.