As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 385: Where Does a Dead Man Come From?
Meng Yuan suddenly woke up from his dream, leaning on the bedside and gasping for air. His heart seemed to be held by a pair of giant hands, which was extremely heavy.
The night wind howled, making the window lattice rustle, and the stars that finally emerged were covered by dark clouds again.
The sky was extremely gloomy.
A black shadow jumped silently across the window into the room. Meng Yuan looked stern and subconsciously touched the dagger next to the pillow.
Before he could take action, a man's brisk voice sounded in the room: "You're one of us, don't do anything."
Meng Yuan paused for a moment, and used the dim light to see clearly the silver mask on the man's face. The hand holding the sword fell back again, "What are you doing here?"
The tone is not very friendly.
Si Yu looked at him unexpectedly when he heard this, "Do you know me?"
Hua Luo stared at his unique attire, smiled and teased: "You two really have the same hobbies. It would be a pity not to share the stage and sing opposite each other."
Meng Yuan was on guard and did not answer his words. He still asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"You're so boring." Si Yu poured a cup of tea by himself and said, "I'm here to send a message to Shen Qingqing. She said that the goods you brought contained gunpowder. She asked you to be careful not to get blown up.
died."
"Gunpowder?" Meng Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
In order to prevent unexpected situations from happening, he quietly checked all the batches of goods Qi Yuan bought, and he knew exactly what was stacked in each bullock cart.
Gunpowder is not a small thing. If it is really hidden in the goods, he cannot possibly not notice it.
But if it’s not in the goods, where else could it be?
Meng Yuan pursed his lips in thought and remained silent for a long time.
Si Yu drank enough tea, chuckled, put down the cup and turned around to leave.
Anyway, he is just a messenger, and it has nothing to do with him once the news is brought to him. As for what the man in front of him will do, and whether he will live or die in the end, what does it have to do with him?
"Wait a minute." Meng Yuan stood up and called him, "You met Qingqing before setting off, right? Is she okay?"
For some reason, he has been feeling uneasy today, always feeling that something is going to happen. This feeling is so strong that he must find a way to find out the answer.
Si Yu turned around and spoke lazily: "What can happen to her? She is a little poisonous woman with a poisonous mouth and a poisonous heart."
It's a fortune teller if she doesn't make her angry to death.
Meng Yuan frowned at his indecent name. He suppressed his dissatisfaction when he thought of something, and continued to ask: "Can you tell fortunes? Help me tell fortunes."
Si Yu came back with a smile, "Of course I can figure it out, but what benefit can you give me?"
"what do you want?"
"Join the Star Reaching Pavilion, and I will help you figure it out." Si Yu looked at him with a smile, obviously with bad intentions.
"Is your Star Picking Pavilion so short of people?" Meng Yuan asked expressionlessly: "You are so short of people that even a person like me, who has no talent in learning, has to poach you?"
Si Yu: "..."
These two couples are really more rude than the other.
Meng Yuan continued to output: "A person with your personality would not be willing to be a messenger for others, right? But you just listened to her words and came here..."
His eyes glanced at Si Yu's messy appearance and continued: "And you came in such a hurry, I guess Qing Qing must have something against you, and it's a very deadly one. Chief disciple of Zhaixing Pavilion, I guess.
Is that right?"
Si Yu's face was dark, with the words "I want to kill" written all over his face. After his wife cheated her husband, did he look like a wronged man?
Meng Yuan looked away and smiled confidently, "Help me tell the fortune before leaving, or I will tell Qingqing that you don't do things well."
"Meng Yuan, how old are you, yet you still accuse your wife at every turn, how shameless are you?" Si Yu asked him with a dark face.
Someone didn't feel ashamed at all, but looked proud, "I can't help it, Qingqing just likes to face me. If you have the ability, you can argue with her."
Si Yu: "!"
Shameless, shameless in capital letters!
He angrily dragged the bench in front of him and sat down, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Meng Yuan was very familiar with the process and neatly reported Shen Qingqing's birthday and horoscope, and then said: "Test the bad luck."
Si Yu glared at him fiercely, turned his back and started to count. His expression became uglier as he counted, and Meng Yuan's heart gradually tightened along with his expression, until a small bead of sweat appeared on his back.
"Are you sure you didn't give the wrong date?" Si Yu stopped making calculations and looked up at him, "The hexagram shows that this person died last year. How can a dead person be so unlucky?"
Meng Yuan immediately realized who the person Si Yu was talking about, and felt a sudden fear in his heart.
He only cared about Shen Qingqing's safety, but forgot about the mysteries of Taoism. If outsiders knew about Shen Qingqing's life experience after traveling through time, he would probably cause big trouble.
He quietly let out a breath and pretended to be careless and said: "Maybe I remembered it wrong. I heard her mention it once. It was a bit blurry after a long time."
"It's a good thing that Shen Qingqing treats you like a treasure, but you can't do this either." Si Yu sneered, tugged at the hem of his clothes and stood up, "You can take care of the gunpowder yourself, and I won't play with you anymore."
Si Yu climbed over the window and left. Meng Yuan stepped forward to close the window. When he walked to the window, he looked at the dense dark clouds on the horizon and forgot to move.
It's going to rain again.
During the day, he had communicated with Zhao Ying's lieutenant He Wei, and after discussion, the two decided to start on a narrow mountain road in the south of Li County. But judging from the current situation, the date may have to be moved back a day or two.
It's really annoying.
Thinking of the gunpowder that he didn't know where to hide, and Shen Qingqing who didn't know his safety, he became more and more irritable, and he barely slept a wink for the remaining two hours.
It rained in the early morning, and the rain was very strong. The splashing raindrops stained the white flowers outside the window.
The inn soon became lively. Some people got up early to pack their luggage, some were eating breakfast downstairs, and some were cursing and complaining about the bad weather.
After Meng Yuan washed up, he picked up a jar of hot water and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast. As soon as he went out, he happened to see Qi Yuan, who was neatly dressed, walking down the stairs.
A waiter carrying a basin came towards me. The stairs were narrow, so it was inevitable that they would bump into each other as they passed by.
The waiter apologized and climbed upstairs without stopping.
Qi Yuan stayed in place for a moment, and the hand hanging by his side unconsciously touched his waist before continuing to walk forward.
Meng Yuan caught his small movements in his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but have more meaning.
The news that Shen Qingqing tried so hard to spread cannot be false, so there must be something in the goods.
But there was nothing wrong with his inspection. The only explanation was that someone secretly took out the gunpowder.
The weather is cool in spring and it rains all the time. It is not difficult to wear more clothes and hide the gunpowder on your body.
If this is the case, the original plan will be shelved for the time being.
He went downstairs with his thoughts full of thoughts. When everyone in the caravan saw that he still had food in his hand, they all clamored to add some to the noodle bowl to add flavor.