Star Scabbard, Ten Thousand Blades, Demon Catcher...
When the thick white mist cleared and Wei Changtian stood up from the withered corpse of the wolf demon, Yang Liushi was already shocked to the point of being numb.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
He swung his sword to chop up the useless demonic corpse, and his internal energy came out of his body, blasting the pieces of meat into the dense mountain forest.
Wei Changtian casually picked up the vines used to bind the wolf demon and walked slowly back to Yang Liushi.
"Let's go and come back in three days."
"..."
Yang Liushi was stunned for a moment, with an indescribable complex meaning in her eyes.
"Sir, how many secrets do you have..."
"Not much, you basically know everything."
Wei Changtian waved his hand jokingly: "You have to keep it a secret for me, otherwise I will be very disappointed."
"I know......"
Yang Liushi nodded with some emotion.
Wei Changtian has always given her an elusive feeling. Even though the two are very "close", she still can't see through this man.
Although she was still far from "seeing through" it, she felt the trust from Wei Changtian at least for the first time.
"Sir, I will never let you down in this life."
"..."
It was originally an emotional confession, but Wei Changtian's expression became a little strange after hearing this.
By the way...did Xiao Feng also say this to Lu Jingyao back then?
"Ahem, don't raise the flag randomly."
"F-Flag?"
Yang Liushi Fox wondered: "What is this?"
"It means making less promises. If you can't do it later, you will be embarrassed."
"The slave family will definitely be able to do it!"
"Fine."
"Then...Master, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
"No."
"..."
The conversation between the two became smaller and smaller, and soon disappeared among the mountains and forests.
And not long after they left, two more people soon appeared in this small open space.
"strangeness......"
Looking at the demon-detecting compass in his hand, Xiao Feng frowned slightly.
Just now, the compass clearly indicated that there was a demon nearby, but almost a quarter of an hour ago, the pointer returned to a chaotic state again.
This situation can only mean one thing, that is, the demon is dead.
"Master, there are signs of fighting here!"
The big man next to him suddenly spoke, looking at the knife marks on the ground and the scattered vegetation and branches, he analyzed: "Judging from these knife marks and sword marks, there should be at least a dozen people, but..."
Xiao Feng heard this and came over: "But what?"
"But there are no footprints on the ground."
The big man pointed to the traces on the ground with some confusion: "Lord, look, there are only the paw prints of wild beasts, but there are no human footprints."
"If a dozen people were besieging a demon, it would be impossible not to leave footprints, unless they deliberately dealt with it before leaving."
"But why are we only dealing with the footprints, but not these knife marks?"
The more the big man analyzed it, the less he understood it. Xiao Feng picked off a piece of minced meat with fur attached to it from a nearby branch and took it to his eyes for a closer look.
As he looked at the minced meat, his eyes gradually became surprised, then confused, and finally his breathing began to become short.
Judging from the freshness of the meat and the toughness of the fur, they should have belonged to the monster that had been killed.
This is nothing at first, but the strange thing is that there is no aura of heaven and earth in this minced meat.
You must know that after the death of any monster, the spiritual energy in its body will still remain for a long time, until it returns to heaven and earth along with the decay of the body.
But although this piece of minced meat is fresh now, the spiritual energy in it is indeed gone.
Xiao Feng is actually not unfamiliar with this situation, he is even very familiar with it.
Because this is exactly the effect of "catching demons"!
So...could it be said that besides myself, there are other people in this world who have mastered the magical power of capturing demons?!
"Master, what did you find?" the man next to him asked.
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment and threw away the minced meat: "It's nothing."
"In that case, let's go?"
The man reminded: "Didn't you say that we would go to the city to find the Qiao family today?"
"Um......"
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, thought for a while and then suddenly shook his head.
"The Qiao family is in no hurry."
"Let's wait here for a few more days. There's something I want to figure out."
...
...
Three days later.
Today is the day when Ning Qingyu’s body returns to Beijing.
The whole middle street is full of white carriages and horses. There is an endless stream of famous families who come to express their condolences. The white flags of the palace are fluttering, and the middle gate is wide open.
Si time.
Nearly a hundred guardsmen riding white horses and wearing white armor were guarding around a dozen "extended version" carriages. Each of them had a black rope tied to the hilt of his sword. They set off from the palace in a hurry and walked along the central route.
The street goes towards the North City Gate.
Strictly speaking, this is actually a funeral.
Since all members of Ning Qingyu's family died tragically at the hands of assassins, there are no relatives crying over him, but other benefits are still the same.
Thirty-two flag-ushers were at the head of the team, each holding weapons, flags, paper ties and other elegant objects in their hands.
Then came the carriage pulling the coffin.
There are about a dozen people who are eligible to return to the capital for burial. As for the other dead maids and servants, they have already been buried.
Sadness and music arise, and the white paper falls.
Ordinary people usually scatter yellow paper during funerals, while princes, generals, ministers or wealthy families usually scatter white paper money.
This money is a toll for those who block the road, so that the souls of the deceased can have a safe journey.
"Hula~"
A gust of wind blew across the sky like heavy snow.
Many children and beggars followed the queue and kept bending down to pick up the paper money. After picking it up all the way, they could buy a few steamed buns or a candy after selling it back to the coffin shop.
Although this matter is somewhat unlucky, the beggar and the child don't care about this, and they even have smiles on their faces.
It should be because paper money is easier to pick up today.
To be honest, the salary seems quite high.
In the private room of a certain teahouse, Wei Changtian withdrew his gaze and glanced at the woman beside him.
Wearing a sarong, a wooden hairpin, and a few pockmarks on her face, it was naturally Ning Yuke who had been redressed.
Wei Changtian originally thought that after seeing the scene outside the window, she would not only faint in pain, but at the very least she would hide her face and sob.
But surprisingly, Ning Yuke didn't show much emotion fluctuations from beginning to end.
She just held on to the window sill and silently watched the entire team slowly pass by the tea house and then go further and further away.
"Na... na na na..."
Amidst the melancholy sound of the suona, Ning Yuke left the window and lowered his head to Wei Changtian.
"Sir, let's go."
"..."
Wei Changtian didn't say anything, he stood up and tried to close the window.
But that's about it.
"Mr. Gongzi, I can still watch..."
Ning Yuke suddenly raised her head, but trembled and held back the second half of her sentence.
well......
Wei Changtian sighed in his heart, stretched out his hand towards the window, and soon a small piece of paper money floated in.
Fold the paper money with round square holes in half and gently put it in the hands of Ning Yuke, who was stunned.
Wei Changtian took a deep look at her, shook his head and said: