Chapter 818 Visitors in the middle of the night

Luo Xiaofeng frowned, he had already smelled the stench of stool.

Xiaomeng trembled with her hands and stretched out the shaking sheepskin in front of Luo Xiaofeng.

On the thin sheepskin, bright red cinnabar is written in rows of fly heads. The characters are very clear!

Luo Xiaofeng looked at the words on the sheepskin, and his face changed and turned pale! There were less than seventy words written on the thin sheepskin two inches square, but Luo Xiaofeng read a stick of incense. Luo Xiaofeng remembered every word in his heart. His hand holding the sheepskin was a little trembling.

Xiaomianer looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a wry smile: "You should know now... why did I deceive you..."

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes were like swords. He stared at Xiaomian's eyes tightly and said tremblingly: "Is that...really?" He held the mysterious sheepskin in his hand with a serious expression.

After Luo Xiaofeng asked this, he immediately regretted it. In the current situation, Xiaomeng'er had no reason to deceive him anymore, not to mention that the information on the sheepskin could reasonably explain many unresolved cases. These include the previous Yunyao Temple bloody case and the Fengjiazhuang bloody case that happened not long ago. In addition, there are many cases that Luo Xiaofeng once suspected but could not confirm.

Xiaomian looked at Luo Xiaofeng with a wry smile: "I can't help myself in the world! But now, I have nothing to worry about and fear...so...I'll tell you this secret..."

Luo Xiaofeng held the thin sheepskin tightly. He didn't say anything, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip into water.

Xiaomian looked very relaxed, as if she had just taken off the heavy burden of a thousand pounds: "For the sake of my telling you that secret, can you promise me the last thing?"

Luo Xiaofeng was in a heavy mood: "You said."

Xiaomian moved his body vigorously. Finally, he placed a pale and withered hand on the pair of mandarin ducks embroidered with white thread. He touched the plain white mandarin duck with his thin fingers, looking happy and intoxicated: "After I die, please help me give this pair of white mandarin ducks to the young auntie!" He did not ask Luo Xiaofeng to lead a message for him. This pair of white mandarin ducks already contained thousands of words and everything he wanted to express.

Luo Xiaofeng's heart tingled faintly. Last time, he promised to help Xiaomianer find the young aunt, but until now, he still has no news. Even after going to the Goddess Happy Valley, he was not sure that he could find the young aunt. Luo Xiaofeng didn't know if he could help Xiaomianer find the young aunt. However, in this case, he really couldn't bear to refuse. A dying person, even if he had done many wrong things, the kind people couldn't bear to hurt him again. Although Luo Xiaofeng had a cold face, his heart was always hot.

Luo Xiaofeng did not hesitate at all: "Don't worry, I will hand it over to the young aunt with my own hands."

The plain white mandarin ducks were sewn on the sauce-purple sheet, and the sewn was very unstable. The little face trembled with his hands and carefully tore off the plain white mandarin ducks. He trembled his hands and folded the plain white mandarin ducks, and then respectfully held them in front of Luo Xiaofeng.

Luo Xiaofeng took it and hid it carefully in his cuffs.

Xiaomian'er looked peaceful and happy, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had seen his beloved woman.

Blood suddenly flowed down from Xiaomeng'er's mouth. Xiaomeng bit his tongue and committed suicide!

Luo Xiaofeng stood in front of the bed for a long time, and his mood was heavy and depressed.

Xiaomian Mountain is beautiful and majestic. The tomb of the old lady of Tianjian and Xiaomian's daughter is on a clearing ground halfway up the mountain. There is no monument, only a piece of loess and the scattered grasses dotted among the loess. When they were alive, they were all famous heroes, but after their death, they were like ordinary people, and returned to the dust!

Luo Xiaofeng stood halfway up the mountain and didn't move for a long time.

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Wuyue Temple.

Feng knelt on a chair with red paint and carved flowers in a daze. These days, he had very little time to wake up. His body was weak, but now he was getting worse and worse. His food and drink were excellent. In the morning, there were bird's nest millet porridge, half a pot of brown sugar water, and two cages of Delaisheng's vegetarian buns. There were six bags of flavored snacks from all over the country. The lunch was even more hearty. Candied ham, wild game in Linluanshan, braised live fish in Xiangshui Lake, sugar elbows in Dalin, steamed bear paws in Miyunshan, and dozens of them.

He spoke of delicacies from all over the country, plus twenty side dishes served by the chefs in the capital. At night, Feng didn't eat much, because at night, his heart would be in his throat, and he had no taste to eat. Every night, he dreamed that Feng Xueping was standing in front of his bed with blood all over his body. In the dream, his sister's face was rotten, and one eye fell off her socket and hung on her rotten face. Every time, he was scared from his nightmare, and then held the quilt and shrank to a corner of the big flower bed.

Wuyue Temple is extremely lively during the day, and the people who come here to consume are either high-ranking officials or wealthy people. But at night, the huge Wuyue Temple becomes as silent as if it is dead.

The spring moon hangs in the sky. Wuyue is guarding the door respectfully, as if waiting for someone.

An hour passed, but no one came. Wuyue was still guarding the door respectfully, without a look of impatient on her face. She knew that the person she was waiting for could appear at any time. She received the message in the evening. Her carrier pigeon has always been accurate, but she will not make any mistakes.

The spring moon is full of flowers and the spring flowers are brilliant. Even at night, the flowers in Wuyue Temple are bright and gratifying.

Wuyue stared at the flowers at the door, and her heart suddenly jumped wildly.

A black shadow suddenly appeared in the moon land. A slender black shadow dragged onto the ground. Wuyue did not hear the sound of footsteps, she accidentally saw the black shadow.

Wuyue's heart tightened, and she knew that the person she was waiting for had finally arrived.

Wuyue turned around slowly and carefully. Behind Wuyue, there was a masked man in white. He had a white mask, white clothes, white shoes, and even the hat on his head was wrapped in white cloth. The masked man in white was carrying his hands on his back, standing behind Wuyue like a mountain. When did this mysterious masked man in white come? Even Wuyue, who had always been careful and cautious, didn't know.

Wuyue bowed with a smile: "I am Wuyue, I am the lord of Wuyue Temple! If you have anything to do, just give me instructions!"

The masked man in white stared at Wuyue's beautiful little face, which was as beautiful as a flower, and suddenly smiled.

The masked man's laughter was hoarse and he also had a metallic echo.

The smile on Wuyue's face froze. She suddenly felt murderous aura, an invincible murderous aura.

"I can kill you!"

The masked man in white was talking, and his hand wrapped in white cloth suddenly waved.

Before Wuyue could react, she felt a cold hard object pressing against her throat.
Chapter completed!