The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Jiang Zhan was startled: "corpse?"

What surprised him was not that the corpse would leave footprints, but the calm tone of Fourth Sister when talking about the corpse.

However, Jiang Zhan quickly reacted, pointing to the pair of footprints on the ground incredulously: "No, the corpse can't walk, how can there be footprints?"

Jiang Si pointed to the pair of footprints discovered by Jiang Zhan: "Didn't the second brother notice that these pair of footprints are different from ordinary footprints?"

Jiang Zhan leaned over slightly, wishing to put his eyes on it: "The size of the footprints is nothing surprising."

Long Dan and Lao Qin looked at each other.

Jiang Si reminded: "The left and right footprints are side by side, not staggered."

Jiang Zhan fell into doubt: "It's really like this, how do you walk?"

"It's not for walking." Long Dan interjected.

Jiang Zhan looked at him.

Long Dan stretched his hands forward and jumped twice.

Jiang Zhan's eyes straightened, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "What are you doing, cheating?"

Long Dan stopped, bent down slightly and looked directly at Jiang Zhan, who was half-squatting, with a weird smile: "Yes, it's a corpse."

Jiang Zhan raised his foot and kicked over.

Long Dan was caught off guard by being kicked in the knee, and his body slumped and sat on the ground.

Jiang Zhan said angrily, "Fuck you, uncle, what are you going to scare anyone to play with?"

Long Dan rubbed his butt and got up, looking aggrieved: "Second Young Master, in such a serious, serious and gloomy occasion, how could I be joking!"

Jiang Zhan was startled and couldn't help but look at Jiang Si.

In Jiang Er Gongzi's heart, it is natural that his own sister is the purest and most reliable.

Seeing Jiang Shi nodded, he said calmly: "It should be left like that."

"Four, Fourth Sister—"

Jiang seemed to look over.

Jiang Zhan licked his lips: "You said the corpse jumped away by itself?"

"It's inaccurate to say that I jumped away by myself, it should be someone who drove him away." Jiang Si said this, a little sighed, "Maybe it's the boy who took the second brother away."

A slightly ugly young face immediately appeared in Jiang Zhan's mind.

In fact, it is polite to say that he is a little ugly. In Jiang Zhan's opinion, that kid is really ugly...

"Following him to the inn, he's persistent enough." Jiang Zhan shook his head after thinking about the weird boy.

Long Dan asked Yu Jin: "Master, what should I do now?"

Yu Jin pondered: "The boy should have no malicious intentions, first trace these footprints and see which direction they are going."

Several people searched with oil lamps, and chased them all the way to the bluestone road, and there was no trace.

Yu Jin stood against the wind and said after a while, "Go back to the inn."

"Master, if you don't find the body, what if you get into trouble?"

Yu Jin raised his chin: "It's almost dawn, we will go back to the inn to pack up and set off for the north. If there is trouble, we won't find it so quickly."

The corpse is gone, and it is putting the cart before the horse if it is left to look for it indiscriminately and to waste time.

Jiang Zhan touched his nose, thinking that the prince is more willful than he is, how come he was beaten up by Lao Tzu, and he will be fine.

As Yu Jin expected, the Xue Miao people were in chaos at this time, and they didn't even care to put out the fire that had begun to spread.

The patriarch died, the sky fell halfway, and there were cries everywhere.

At this chaotic moment, a figure stepped into the fire with a very strange attitude.

The house was on fire, and people gathered in front of the house to cry or fight the fire. No one noticed the figure walking into the fire from behind the house.

"First put out the fire, and if you don't put it out, the entire stockade will be burnt down!" shouted an elder next to the Xue Miao Patriarch.

As soon as the crying stopped, more people joined the firefighting, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

In such chaos, a thin boy quietly left.

The fire was finally put out, and some people started to clean up the mess, while others were crying around the body of the Xue Miao Patriarch.

The elder carefully inspected the body of Patriarch Xue Miao, with a sad expression: "There is no trauma on the patriarch."

No trauma means there is a greater chance of accidental death.

"Is there nothing at the neck?" Someone asked.

The elder shook his head: "The patriarch died in the fire. If there are streaks, it is difficult to find out, unless—"

"Unless what?"

The elder hesitated for a moment and said, "Use a sharp tool to peel off the flesh on the neck and see if there are any scars on the throat..."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar.

Regardless of Da Zhou or these tribes, most of them still pay attention to the fact that the deceased is the greatest, and the remains cannot be destroyed casually.

In the end, it was the son of Patriarch Xue Miao who gritted his teeth and said, "Even if the elders check, I can't let my father die in a confused way."

With the son of the patriarch speaking, the elder no longer had any scruples, checked it more and more carefully, and finally shook his head.

"Impossible!" The patriarch's son was emotional, "Even if the fire accidentally caught my father after he fell asleep, the Gu worm raised by his father would remind him. It is impossible for my father to be unaware."

Many clansmen said: "Yeah, how could the patriarch be so easy--"

It is completely unacceptable that the patriarch who is high on weekdays should die so easily.

"Why is my father in the study today?" the patriarch's son asked.

Patriarch Xue Miao is a romantic person, with a lot of sweet wives and concubines. In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, he does not get into the quilt and warms the fragrance, but rests in the study. Obviously, something has happened.

The elder narrowed his eyebrows and said nothing, while the other elder's eyes flickered, wondering what he was thinking.

At this time, someone exclaimed: "There is another corpse!"

Several people carried a body over.

The corpse was charred black, but it was obviously not as burnt as Patriarch Xue Miao, making it recognizable at a glance.

"What is Ashan?"

A Shan is considered to be the confidant of the Xue Miao Patriarch, and generally stays with him.

The elder who spoke earlier leaned over to check, his face was a little ugly: "Ashan's neck is broken..."

Everyone's eyes wandered between the two corpses of Xue Miao Patriarch and A Shan.

"What the hell is going on?" the patriarch's son asked blankly.

The elder looked around and said, "Let's talk after entering the room."

Including the son of the patriarch, seven or eight people poured into a room.

These seven or eight people are considered to be the ruling class of the Xue Miao people.

The room was as bright as day, and the elder who spoke earlier looked at the other elder: "Elder Rong, do you know something?"

Elder Rong moved the corner of his mouth.

"It's all this time, if you haven't said it yet, do you want to watch the patriarch die in vain?"

Elder Rong struggled for a long time and said: "The patriarch received news yesterday that he intends to get rid of Prince Zhou Qi who went to Wumiao as a guest. The patriarch should have sent Ashan to perform the task last night, but who knew that the patriarch and Ashan died in the fire..."

"Prince Zhou Qi? Could it be that my father was killed by him?"

Another person asked in surprise: "Why did the patriarch kill Prince Zhou Qi?"

"No, even if it was Prince Zhou Qi's hand, how did he enter the village? There is a clump of bamboos in the village gate, and outsiders will definitely fall into a coma..."

After some discussion, a voice suddenly came out: "Zhou Qi prince is not visiting Wumiao, could it be Wumiao who gave him self-defense medicine?"