With such a big thing happening in the city lord's palace, it is natural that the banquet cannot be held again.
Zi Qiong was the first to leave, and everyone made excuses to leave.
Zi Tong also took Zi Tu along, wanting to follow everyone out of the back garden.
"Zi Tong!" A low voice came from behind. Zi Tong stopped and saw Zi Qiong, the head of the Zi family, standing behind her with a gentle look. "With this unexpected incident in the house, I'm afraid the servants won't have time to pay attention to you. You
Just come back with me in the car."
"Thank you, clan leader." Zi Tong thanked him, and then walked with him to the gate of the city lord's mansion.
On the way out, the two of them got on the Zi family's carriage, and the Zi disciple got on the shaft.
In the car, Zi Qiong coughed and said, "Living in the outer sect is not good for your cultivation. Wait until tomorrow and move back to the main residence of the Zi family. This way you will be closer to the Shengdan Pavilion and the Tibetan Medicine House."
Zi Tong secretly took a look at the old man's face and nodded in agreement, "Okay."
This arrangement was beneficial to her, and she had always been curious about what Zi Qiong had in mind for her.
The carriage quickly arrived at the main residence of the Zi family. Zi Qiong got out of the carriage and then ordered the coachman to take Zi Tong back to her residence.
The coachman agreed and drove the carriage forward, but Zi Qiong did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood on the steps and stared at the carriage for a while before turning around and walking up the steps.
Returning to the outer sect, she thanked the coachman who brought her back. Zi Tong walked up the steps. Zi Tu had already taken a step ahead and helped her push the door open.
Stepping into the hospital, Zi Tong smelled the smell of blood in the air, and her slender eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
"Miss."
On the side, Zitu quietly glanced in the direction of his small courtyard.
Zi Tong naturally saw the blood on the ground. She turned to look at Zi Tu's hut. A purple flower flashed in her eyes, and her clairvoyance power was released again.
The flowers, trees, house walls... all disappeared before her eyes. She could clearly see a figure hunched over in the dim cabin hiding on the side of the window. When she looked over, the figure had also been helplessly paralyzed.
Fall to the ground.
"Inside!"
Zi Tong gave a low shout, swayed, and was already outside the house. She pushed the door open and walked in. A cold light flashed, and the dagger in her hand was pointed directly at the throat of the man who fell on the ground.
The man didn't move much, not because he was frightened by her, but because he was unable to resist.
Through the moonlight coming in from the window, Zi Tong could clearly see that his chest was a mess of blood and flesh, and it was obvious that he had been severely injured.
"Hand it over...to Mr. Young..."
The man spoke laboriously and stretched out a hand towards her.
"Hold the lamp!"
Zi Tong said urgently, and Zi Tu quickly took out the fire starter and lit the candlestick on the table.
The candlelight lit up, revealing the man's pale and bloodless face, and his bloody hands holding a bloody thing.
Without hesitation, Zi Tong quickly took out a few silver needles and inserted them into the key points on his chest to help him stop the bleeding.
Unfortunately, the other party's injuries were so serious that even if she rescued him in time, it would be impossible to save his life.
"Leave it to...young...young master..."
The man only had time to utter these words before he lay down on the ground weakly. Purple Eyes reached out to feel the pulse on his neck, but there was no sign of life at all.
"Young Master? What Young Master?!"
Zi Tong doubtfully repeated what he said, took the ball from his hand, and unfolded it.
It was a piece of deerskin, with a simple topographic map drawn with black charcoal, some annotations in small handwriting, and a lotus flower drawn on the upper right side of the map.