Chapter 89 Speculate on the truth, it must be lively
"It's still early, let's sort out the plague matters first."
After going to the bathroom to wash his face and coming back, Jiang Wuji sat cross-legged on the bed and began to sort out the scattered information.
"1. The purpose of the plague is to refine blood pills."
"2. Blood elixir can only be refined by the Taoist inner elixir technique."
"3. The suppression of the Qingling Pill may be just a cover-up to prolong the time of the Blood Refining Pill."
"4. Judging from the conversation between Murong Yue and Li Changfeng, he should know the truth about the plague."
"5. Murong Yue wants to kill Murong Wanfeng."
"6. Murong Yue's wife got a strange disease and was bedridden for three years."
"7. Liu Qinghua said that Murong Yue is an infatuated person and would do anything for 'her'. She should be Su Qianqian."
Think over and over again and try to connect these clues together as reasonably as possible.
"So..." Jiang Wuji frowned.
"Murong Yue and Tiandao Temple are a team. In order to cure Su Qianqian's disease, he and Tiandao Temple created a plague together?"
The sound of swallowing was heard. Jiang Wuji himself was very shocked by this conjecture. After all, it was directly related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people.
But no matter how outrageous this conjecture is, judging from the current clues, it is reasonable...
After all, that world itself is absurd.
Therefore, Jiang Wuji continued to think along this line of thinking.
"If this is really the case, what benefit did the Taoist temple get from this matter that day? Blood pill is classified as a forbidden technique. Such a decapitation matter, a county guard is not that big of face."
"Unless...Tiandao Temple also needs blood pills!"
"The plague has killed so many people, so there must be a lot of blood pills to be refined, but no matter what kind of disease Su Qianqian has, it is impossible for an ordinary person to use so many blood pills. The starting point of any transaction is mutual benefit."
"In order to cure Su Qianqian's illness, Murong Yue spread the plague and the Qingling Pill to Tiandao Temple."
"Tiandao Temple relies on Murong Yue's protective umbrella to refine as many blood pills as possible. Even if the incident comes to light in the future, the blood pills will already be in their hands..."
"This inference is reasonable, but why did Murong Yue want to kill Murong Wanfeng?"
This will already start to give you a headache.
After a while, Jiang Wuji dismissed all his conjectures about the matter and started over.
"This point has to be pushed back."
"Then if you want to kill someone, there are only two purposes, either a demand or a threat."
"Demands and threats..."
Jiang Wuji pressed his temples hard with his fingers.
"If it's a need, Murong Yue's biggest need now is to resurrect his wife Su Qianqian. If Murong Wanfeng has his needs, then it must be related to this matter."
"Regardless of whether Murong Wanfeng is Murong Yue's biological daughter or not, Su Qianqian, the biological mother, is definitely not wrong. The blood relationship...could it be that a corpse is resurrected, a life is exchanged for a life?"
Jiang Wuji shook his head, feeling that this possibility was a bit outrageous.
"If it's a threat, the biggest threat to Murong Yue now is that he falls short and is unable to save his wife."
"The blood pill needs the plague as a cover, so the plague is his biggest support, so ending the plague is a threat. Finding the source of the plague can end the plague, so Murong Wanfeng... she is the source of the plague?!"
"This... this is very likely!"
"That's why Liu Qinghua gave wrong information that the source of the plague was in Tiandao Temple. Her purpose was to mislead us! After all, Li Changfeng and I have both confirmed that the plague is related to Tiandao Temple, so even if this information arouses suspicion, we cannot completely
Ignore it!"
"And Baili Gaozhuo! He may have discovered some clues, but as long as Murong Yue tells him that all this is for Su Qianqian, Baili Gaozhuo will definitely be willing to die!"
"In addition, Murong Wanfeng disappeared."
"call……"
Jiang Wuji spit out a long breath and lay on the pure white hospital bed, feeling a little panicked.
"Murong Wanfeng is the source of the plague, haha..."
"A person who thinks about the people is actually the communicator of this disaster."
"How ironic..."
"It seems that selling Qingling Pill is just something that happens naturally. It is a reasonable way to exploit people's wealth and wealth, and then use the money to deal with some people. It may also be to prepare for an escape in the future."
"As for those monsters from the Red Lotus Sect, well, most likely they are just taking advantage of the troubled waters..."
"After all, who wouldn't want blood pills?"
"..."
"Master Qiu, your death is really not worth it."
Jiang Wuji looked at the fluorescent tubes on the ceiling, put aside the plague for the time being, and began to think about what was happening to him.
"The flawlessness has arrived, there are no taboos..."
"Liu Qinghua went to Tiandao Temple because she must have wanted to tell someone at Tiandao Temple the news."
"It may be Qing Xuanzi, or it may be Wuwei Zhenren."
"She also said that I would still be a treasure even if I died. When she dug out my heart, she had never seen a flawless heart."
"so……"
"Am I flawless?"
This matter is easy to speculate on, and according to the circumstances at the time, Liu Qinghua's credibility was very high when she said these things.
After all, at that time, Liu Qinghua thought she was talking to a dead person.
"Flawless..."
"I am Wuxia...what is Wuxia? Does this have anything to do with me traveling back and forth between two worlds?"
"Zhang Fugui wants to seize me. Does this have anything to do with it?"
"Where is the female corpse with little feet?"
The more I thought about this, the more upset I became, and my whole body started to get irritable.
Puzzled, Jiang Wuji took out the red hijab under the pillow and asked the red hijab.
"What is flawless?"
"Is this why you and Zhang Fugui came to me?"
"..."
"What bullshit is flawless? Why don't you say I have the Supreme Bone in my body? Damn it!"
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Dong dong dong."
Jiang Wuji was excited and quickly put away the red hijab.
"Enter."
"Zhiqua——"
The door opened, and Su Xiaorui, who had her hair tied in a bun, walked in.
Today's aunt is wearing white stockings, with slender and straight legs. Supported by a pleated skirt and small leather shoes, people can't help but think of an Internet term - the ceiling of pure desire.
Although she does not wear makeup, the naturally beautiful aunt is much more beautiful than those flashy women even without makeup.
"You're finally awake!" My aunt ran to the bedside, her big eyes turning into crescent moons.
"Hey, did you dress up deliberately today?" Jiang Wuji raised his eyebrows, his gaze somewhat unscrupulous.
The way they get along has always been like this, and Jiang Wuji also deliberately teased her, without any other intention.
The aunt gently pulled the skirt, turned it around, and asked: "How is it? Does it look good?"
"It looks good, but the skirt is a bit short and not ladylike enough." Jiang Wuji commented.
"You know shit!"
The aunt pinched Jiang Wuji's face with her jade-like fingers.
"With my outfit, coupled with my stunning beauty, how can I still compete with Fang Shiyu's mother in a matter of minutes?"
"I never thought you could use this idea..." Jiang Wuji rolled his eyes.
"Okay~ Let's go to the cafeteria quickly, everyone is there."
The aunt naturally took Jiang Wuji's arm, and Jiang Wuji could also feel the aunt's happiness from the bottom of her heart.
"Don't you want us to make mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year? I mentioned it to Dr. Zhang a while ago, but I didn't expect that he really agreed and specially organized tonight's event."
Jiang Wuji, who was dragged away by his aunt, said: "Auntie, thank you."
"What are you talking about?" Auntie had a gentle smile on her face, and her two dimples made her look a little cute.
"Come on, hurry up, it will be very lively tonight~"
Maybe it's because I was infected by my aunt's emotions, or maybe it's the festive season.
Jiang Wuji temporarily put aside everything on the other side and walked towards the cafeteria with his aunt.
It is rare for a mental hospital to hold such an event, at least Jiang Wuji has never heard of it.
As my aunt said, it will be very lively tonight...
