The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Jiang Zhan was shocked: "The corpse?"

He was surprised not that the corpse would leave footprints, but the calm tone of the fourth sister when she talked about the corpse.

However, Jiang Zhan quickly reacted, pointing to the pair of footprints on the ground and said inconceivably: "No, the corpse won't go, so how come there are footprints left?"

Jiang Si pointed to the pair of footprints discovered by Jiang Zhan: "Second brother did not find that this pair of footprints is different from the ordinary footprints?"

Jiang Zhan leaned over slightly, wishing to close his eyes: "The size of the footprints is nothing surprising."

Long Dan and Lao Qin looked at each other.

Jiang Si reminded: "The left and right footprints are side by side without staggering."

Jiang Zhan was puzzled: "It's really like this, how do you walk?"

"It's not going to go." Long Dan interjected.

Jiang Zhan looked at him.

Long Dan stretched both hands forward and jumped twice.

Jiang Zhan's eyes were straight, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "What are you doing, scam?"

Long Dan stopped and Jiang Zhan, who was slightly bent and squatting down, looked straight, showing a weird smile: "Yes, it's a corpse."

Jiang Zhan kicked his feet.

Long Dan was unprepared to be kicked in the knee, and fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhan said angrily: "Go to your uncle, is it okay to scare anyone to play?"

Long Dan rubbed his **** and got up, with a grieved expression: "Second Young Master, how could I be joking in such a serious, serious, and gloomy occasion!"

Jiang Zhan was startled and couldn't help looking at Jiang like.

In the heart of the second son of Jiang, his sister is naturally the purest and most reliable.

Seeing Jiang Si nodded and said calmly, "It should have been left like that."

"Four, four sisters——"

Jiang Si looked over.

Jiang Zhan licked his lips: "You said the corpse jumped away by itself?"

"It is inaccurate to say that he jumped away. Someone should have driven him away." Jiang Si was a little bit sorrowful when he said this, "Maybe it was the boy who took the second brother away."

An ugly young face immediately appeared in Jiang Zhan's mind.

It is actually polite to say that it is slightly ugly. In Jiang Zhan's opinion, that kid is really ugly...

"I actually followed to the inn. It's persistent enough." Jiang Zhan thought about the weird boy and shook his head.

Long Dan asked Yu Jin: "Master, what should I do now?"

Yu Jin groaned: "The young man should have no malice. First trace these footprints to see which direction he is heading."

Several people illuminate the search with the oil lamp, and they chased to the bluestone road without any trace.

Yu Jin stood against the wind, and said after a moment: "Go back to the inn."

"Master, if you don't find the body, what if you get into trouble?"

Yu Jin raised his chin: "It's almost dawn. Let's go back to the inn to clean up and head north. If we have trouble, we won't find it so quickly."

The corpse is missing, staying and looking for it indiscriminately and delaying time is putting the cart before the horse. Of course, it is the best.

Jiang Zhan touched his nose, and the prince of Xindao acted more willful than him. How come he was beaten by Lao Tzu, so people would be fine.

As Yu Jin expected, the Xue Miao clan was in chaos at this time, and even the fire that started to spread could not be extinguished.

The patriarch died, the sky fell halfway, and there were crying everywhere.

At this messy moment, a figure walked into the fire with a very strange posture.

The house was on fire, and people gathered in front of the house either crying or fighting the fire. No one noticed the figure walking into the fire from the back of the house.

"First put out the fire, and then don't put out the fire, the entire stockade will be burned out!" shouted an elder second only to Patriarch Xue Miao.

As soon as the crying stopped, more people joined the fire fighting, and the scene became more chaotic.

In this chaos, a thin young man quietly left.

The fire finally went out, and some people began to clean up the endgame, while others were crying around the body of Patriarch Xue Miao.

The elder carefully inspected the corpse of Patriarch Xuemiao, with a sad expression: "There is no trauma on the Patriarch's body."

No trauma means that accidental death is more likely.

"Isn't there on the neck?" Someone asked.

The elder shook his head: "The patriarch died in the fire. It is difficult to find out if there is a strangulation, unless--"

"Unless what?"

The elder hesitated for a moment, and said: "Use a sharp tool to peel off the skin of the neck and see if there are any scars on the throat bone..."

When this remark came out, there was an uproar immediately.

Regardless of Dazhou or these tribes, most of them emphasize the importance of the dead, and the remains cannot be destroyed casually.

In the end, the elder son of the Xuemiao clan gritted his teeth and said: "Although the elders check, I can't let my father die confused."

With the words of the patriarch's son, the elders had no scruples and checked them more carefully, and finally shook his head.

"Impossible!" The patriarch's son was emotional, "Even if he accidentally caught fire after his father fell asleep, the gu worms raised by his father would remind him. It is impossible for the father to be unconscious."

Many clansmen said: "Yes, how could the patriarch be so easy--"

It is totally unacceptable that the high-ranking patriarch died so easily on weekdays.

"Why is my father in the study today?" the patriarch's son asked.

Patriarch Xue Miao is a romantic person, and there are a lot of beautiful wives and concubines. In the twelfth month of winter, he stays in the study instead of drilling the soft jade under the bed. Obviously something is wrong.

The elder curled his eyebrows and said nothing, but the other elder's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment someone exclaimed: "There is still a corpse!"

Several people brought a body over.

The corpse was charred, but the burnt degree was obviously not as great as that of Patriarch Xue Miao, and it was recognized at a glance.

"How is Ah Shan?"

A Shan is regarded as the confidant of the Xue Miao patriarch, and he is generally close to him.

The elder who spoke earlier leaned over to check, his face was a little ugly: "Ashan has a broken neck..."

Everyone's eyes wandered between the two bodies of Patriarch Xue Miao and Ah Shan.

"What the **** is going on?" the patriarch's son asked blankly.

The elder looked around and said, "Go into the house and talk about it."

Including the son of the patriarch, seven or eight people poured into a room.

These seven or eight people are regarded as the ruling class of the Xue Miao nationality.

The room was bright as day, and the elder who had spoken looked at the other elder: "Elder Rong, do you know something?"

Elder Rong moved the corners of his mouth.

"It's all this time, don't you say, are you going to watch the patriarch die in vain?"

Elder Rong struggled for a long time and said: "The patriarch received news yesterday that he planned to get rid of Zhou Qi's prince who went to Wumiao as a guest. Last night, the patriarch should send Ah Shan to perform the task. Who knows that the patriarch and Ah Shan died in the fire..."

"The seventh prince of Zhou? Is my father killed by him?"

Someone was surprised: "Why did the patriarch kill the Seventh Prince of Zhou?"

"No, even if it was really the hands of the seventh prince of Zhou, how did he enter the village? There is a clump of fragrant bamboo in the village gate, and outsiders will definitely fall into a coma after passing by..."

After some discussion, a sudden voice came out: "The prince Zhou Qi didn't go to Wumiao as a guest. Could it be Wumiao who gave him self-defense medicine?"