Ling Luo nodded and said, "Where should I be buried?"
"The living baby was bled to death, and the grievances must be very strong. Let's bury it in the bamboo forest on the west side of Luoxia Mountain." Xuanyuan Yu thought for a while and said, "Bamboo is a noble thing that can wash away grievances and calm the soul."
"Well, then let's go to Luoxia Mountain." Ling Luo stood up and patted her wrinkled skirt, "The sooner the better, I don't feel at ease if the blood altar is left at home."
Xuanyuan Yu patted the napping beast on his shoulder, chuckled and said: "Heiyu, don't sleep, there is still work for you to do."
Kuroyu was woken up by his master and opened his eyes. His golden eyes looked at the man and woman with some resentment, sighing secretly at his miserable life.
Even if there was all kinds of reluctance in its heart, it had no choice but to respond to its master's call, flap its wings, and once again transform into a manned vehicle.
Only this time, it seemed to be carrying a jar on its back, and the faint evil aura made it feel uncomfortable. It wanted to secretly throw the thing down several times during the flight.
Finally arriving at their destination, Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu chose a suitable place, buried the blood jar in the middle of four tall bamboos that could hold a person in their arms, and erected a small tomb.
They burned three sticks of incense in front of the tomb, placed some sacrifices, and bowed three times.
"It's such a pity that such a small baby was destroyed not long after he was born."
The wind in the bamboo forest blew through Ling Luo's blue dress, blending into the night, adding a sense of melancholy.
Xuanyuan Yu took off his coat, covered her thin shoulders, and said softly: "Those who commit murder will be punished sooner or later. Luo'er, let's go back."
Ling Luo did not refuse the warmth on her shoulders. She nodded and wrapped herself in the warm coat.
As the two of them were walking back, they didn't notice that a pair of dark eyes had been staring at them.
The person responsible for keeping track is a secret guard who stalks in the dark all year round.
After Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo left, the secret guards showed up, dug up the tomb, and after prying off the lid, they saw half-solidified blood and the white baby bones.
The secret guard was shocked, sealed the lid again, and secretly transported the blood altar back to the palace.
In the main hall of the Tai Palace, Chen Moxu looked at his capable subordinates who had returned with a serious expression.
"Have you checked it out?"
"It's clear." The extremely ordinary-looking secret guard in black knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice, "There are a total of ten baby bones in this jar, all of which were recently deceased."
Chen Moxu's black eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was like ice slag: "Are you sure that Ling Luo and that stinky beggar were smuggled out of the Ling Mansion and buried in the bamboo forest on the west side of Luoxia Mountain?"
"Yes, my subordinates have witnessed it with their own eyes and are extremely sure!"
Chen Moxu sat on a high golden seat, his expression uncertain, and his eyes like black holes flashed with thousands of emotions in an instant.
After about a cup of tea, the corners of the Crown Prince's lips finally curved slightly, but his voice sounded like a ghost: "Li, remember, the only one who went to Luoxia Mountain to bury the baby's body was that stinking beggar.
one person."
The secret guard who was kneeling on the ground raised his head in surprise, but the surprise was only for a moment. The plain face became calm again, and he replied in a deep voice: "Yes, I only saw one person."
Chen Moxu said coldly: "The ten baby bones in the blood altar were all killed by that stinky beggar. You go find the parents of these ten children. They will be witnesses."