This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

"Then why are you still in the village?"

A Rong, a little girl, was so frightened that she couldn't speak because of the constant interrogation. She shed tears, shook her head again and again, and her face was flushed.

Feng Wujing put down the teacup indifferently, and as the teacup collided with the table and made a "bang" sound, the two got up together.Feng Wujing slightly turned his body, Gu Langqing bowed to A Rong, and said: "Miss, I'm sorry, I made you sad, I'm forced to investigate the case, forgive me."

A Rong choked up with sobs and wiped away her tears, then raised her head again, and there was a "creak" sound of the door next to her ears, and she could only see a roll of bright red clothes beside the door, which disappeared from sight.

And when Zhou Dayuan returned to the back room, the first thing he saw was his sad wife who was crying, he was so frightened that he almost rushed out of the room to beat up those two rude Taoist priests viciously.A Rong abruptly stopped him, saying that it was all because of her sentimentality, and she didn't blame them.

The house door and banana leaves made horrible noises in the wind, and the spiders spun silk, constantly implicated.

Feng Wujing looked at the white-clothed immortal beside him indifferently: "Master, you are really merciless when interrogating people."

Gu Langqing narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to try?"

Feng Wujing chuckled lightly: "What do you think the problem is?"

"I can't tell." Gu Langqing frowned, and naturally began to analyze, "But there must be something wrong with Mr. Zhou."

Feng Wujing raised his eyelids vaguely, his dark pupils were shining brightly: "Why is Ah Rong still staying in the village?"

Gu Langqing said decisively: "Cover up."

Cover up, it has never been possible for the emperor to commit the same crime as the common people.Even if she was married to other slaves in the village, Ah Rong was lucky enough that she married the son of Mr. Zhou, the most prestigious official in the village. As long as Mr. Zhou said she had nothing to do with the murder case, she had nothing to do with it.

But are the other slaves really related to the murder?

Gu Langqing shook his head slightly: "I don't think so, don't make random guesses, look for evidence first."

Feng Wujing brushed against Gu Langqing's arm close to his body without haste, raised his scorching heat, and said with a smile: "Master finally listen to me, have you gone to see the corpse?"

The blood-colored sunset was setting in the sky, and the village was covered by withered vines. The red light fell on Gu Langqing's face, reflecting his plain face: "Okay."

As the sun sets, it looks like blood is splashed on the plaque of the Yizhuang.

The old man guarding Yizhuang turned his cloudy pupils to the two of them. After asking them what they came for, he slowly stood up from his chair and stood still with his cane.

"follow me."

The colorful sunset stretched the back of the little old man extremely long. He stepped into the gate of Yizhuang alone, and his back looked lonely and lonely.

"Here, those are the ones—" Walking to the depths of the courtyard, under a thick plantain tree, the old man clenched his cane tightly and pointed at the six coffins, "Six people, all dead!"

Feng Wujing glanced at the old man who spoke in a strange way, and suddenly laughed out loud, echoing in a low voice: "It's dead through."

Gu Langqing went straight forward and walked around the six coffins.

After realizing that he was safe, he chose a wooden coffin at random, pinched the formula between his fingers, and his spiritual power drove the long long hair behind him to flutter in the wind. The shiny silver rubber band was particularly conspicuous in the heavy black hair.

At this time, the old man on the side laughed strangely: "Hahaha, they are all dead!"

The voice was sharp and hoarse, and the old man's cloudy eyes fell on Gu Langqing, but he seemed to be looking at a place in the distance emptily: "It's better to die, and better to be buried! If you don't die, you will live!"

Feng Wujing narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him, and asked keenly: "Who sent them to Yizhuang?"

The old man giggled, and his voice sounded muffled: "Who else is there? A high official is a guilty conscience!"

Guilty?

It is not unreasonable to say that these people were killed indirectly by Mr. Zhou's bad ideas.

At sunset, the entire Yizhuang was covered with a terrifying golden light.

Feng Wujing casually thought about the key to the matter, and from the corner of his eye glanced at Gu Langqing who had been pinching the formula for a long time.

suddenly--

Bang!

The whole wooden coffin exploded with a loud bang, and the debris of sawdust bounced off, creating a layer of dreamy mist in the air.

Feng Wujing's eyes quickly fell on the coffin, and he strode towards the wooden coffin.

"Hahaha!"

As the old man laughed violently, Feng Wujing's pupils suddenly shrank!

A corpse in a coffin without legs!

"Why no legs? Why don't the corpses have legs! Haha, none of our Zhougezhuang corpses have legs this year."

The old man's frenzied voice was like a dream, drifting farther and farther away, and finally said a sentence lightly.

"No need to check, no need to check, the corpse has no legs, why does the corpse have legs? Hahaha..."

In the distance is the back of the old man gradually going away, and the ground is broken pieces of wood.

Gu Langqing is not such a fraught person, there must be something wrong with him directly blowing open the coffin with spiritual power.

Gu Langqing's voice was low and his brows were slightly frowned: "The inner and outer coffins have been sealed by a spell, so they can't be pushed open, that's the only way to go."

Feng Wujing expressed his understanding.

But, spells?

Well done, why use spells to seal the coffin?

Just now the old man's words "guilty of being a thief" lingered in Feng Wujing's ears, Mr. Zhou...there must be something to hide from them.

After that, Gu Langqing turned around lightly, and Feng Wujing understood that he was going to blow up another five coffins.

Only Feng Wujing was left here, quietly staring at the emaciated corpse lying in the wooden coffin with a blurred face.The corpse was covered with a layer of transparent white cloth, and there was no difference at all whether it was covered or not.Because Feng Wujing could clearly see that the body was below the groin, both legs were sawn off at the same time - the saw marks were perfect and precise, and what was left was a beautiful knife mark comparable to that of a painter, meticulous and accurate .

Feng Wujing looked at the familiar knife mark, and felt that a certain fragment in his memory was about to be awakened.After thinking for a long time to no avail, he stared at the corpse for a while, then raised his head boredly to think about what the old man said.

Why do corpses have no legs?Is this a custom and taboo in the village?

While wondering, Gu Langqing called out, "Come here."

A flash of deep thought flashed across Feng Wujing's eyebrows. In this gloomy and quiet Yizhuang, Gu Langqing's whispers were magnified several times, piercing through the heavy mist of the evening, and being clearly captured by him.

Feng Wujing walked straight towards Gu Langqing, looking at the coffin without any surprise.

"What's the name of this corpse?"

Gu Langqing took the initiative to avoid the young man in red who was wrapping himself around him like his bones were softening. Feng Wujing's body temperature was so high that his whole body was on fire.

Feng Wujing exhaled lightly into his hair, and felt that the breath flowed through the gaps in the hair and pressed to his neck, and the back of his neck was blush, itching unbearably.

Gu Langqing lowered his eyebrows and brought the topic back to business: "Go and ask Mr. Zhou."

Feng Wujing raised his finger, pointed to the old man who was sitting at the gate of Yizhuang in the distance, and suggested: "Ask Mr. Zhou, you might as well ask him."

Under the twilight, two figures, one red and one white, walked away leisurely.Among the six coffins in Yizhuang, five of them had their legs sawed off, and the last one——

The coffin was empty, and the body was missing.

The blood-red sunset gradually buried under the horizon, and the world fell into a dead silence, only the old man's strange laughter remained: "That empty coffin, haha, the old mother stole his son's body back overnight! It's dead. Do you still care about broken legs? What’s the difference? Hahaha.”

Mother stole it?

But that coffin, even Gu Langqing could only be opened by blowing it up with spiritual power, his mother is an ordinary mortal... how to steal it?

The old man did see clearly. He knew that the accident in the village was caused by the official Zhou. He knew how to cover up and inadvertently disclosed important information to the two of them while pretending to be crazy.

Gu Langqing thanked the old man, the sun was low and the sky was thick.

Insects and birds chirping all around, mosquitoes and flies circling, spiders caught in the nets, and horrible transparent silk threads were cleansed on the corner of the wall and the shore.

"I'll go find that woman tomorrow." Gu Langqing put his hand on the door lock, inserted the key into the small hole, and opened the door with a click, "Follow me."

Feng Wujing followed behind him, sitting on two beds.Although the house is exquisitely repaired, the sound insulation effect is not very good. The sound of dripping water that belongs to the tropical rainforest outside the house can be heard endlessly, making Feng Wujing feel a little depressed.

The young man in red put his hands behind his head, lay straight on the bedding, put his right leg on his left, with a very casual attitude.

Gu Langqing sighed softly, stood up, and looked down at the person on the bed: "Yan An, this is not the posture you should have when talking to your master."

Yan An?

Feng Wujing grinded two words with the tip of his tongue, with an expression of displeasure on his face, he looked at the man's condescending eyes, and rarely sat up obediently.

The two beds are very close to each other. At this moment, Gu Langqing is standing beside the bed, very close at hand.

A warm yellow halo cast a layer of halo that seemed to be a smile but not a smile on the face of the white-clothed immortal, and Feng Wujing once again showed an unpredictable expression.

The room filled with cold aura was silent for a while, Gu Langqing felt the unrestraining hot eyes on him, and chuckled in his heart.

"Why don't you talk? What do you think about today's events?"

Gu Langqing's voice was elegant, calm and calm. He intended to discuss, but it was more like an unreasonable temptation.

The candlestick fluttered and swayed in the wind, making a subtle sound. Feng Wujing's tail sounded carelessly lazy, and his eyes fell on Gu Langqing's black and delicate hair. Presumptuously, he picked up a handful of the man's long hair hanging from his neck and shoulders, and rubbed it between his fingers.

"I have no opinion, but I have a brilliant idea, and I don't even have to bother to figure out the demon's intentions."

Gu Langqing frowned, raised his palm and slapped the man's wrist away. Unexpectedly, the latter was like a dark and bloody machete, wrapped in unstoppable heat, pressing down between his spine with one hand, forcing him to approach to the chest.

While breathing, Gu Langqing's amber pupils glowed with a faint light, and Feng Wujing exerted force between his fingers, moving and caressing along his butterfly bones.

The candlelight was scattered, and the heat dispelled by the aura swept across the sky, and the air was full of stickiness and ambiguity.

Feng Wujing raised his eyes, lowered his voice, and smiled authentically.

"Master, it's not like me acting in a play, personally attracting the monster, and beheading it directly."

Gu Langqing was thinking about it, eyes half-closed, and finally, in an extremely light posture, he escaped from the man's arms like a white crane dancing.

The black silk spread out in the air, passing Feng Wujing's fingers fleetingly, he smiled with great interest, and heard Gu Langqing's cold voice.

"What drama?"

Feng Wujing folded his hands, his cheeks looked ghostly under the shadow of the candle: "Of course it's a wedding scene."

The author says:

Dear little angels, are you really sure you want to fatten up, are you really sure you won’t directly raise them to death (withered roses)