Qiu Wuhen was like a bag of rice on Qian Jinzhi's shoulders, with her butt in front of her and her head behind her, so his eyes could only look at her buttocks.

Although her buttocks are very strong and round, why do I feel like vomiting?

Just because my shoulders were pressing against my stomach, I kept feeling nauseated.

"Then what..., I'll still hold your waist, okay?"

"Next time, be more proactive!"

"Were your shoulders sharpened with a knife? So sharp..."

"Shut up! Be careful not to be overheard!"

Qiu Wuhen wanted to shut up, but it was too bumpy and dizzy. He was hanging upside down and rising higher and higher. His head was dizzy. He couldn't hold it in any longer and opened his mouth.

Just when Qiu Wuhen was about to spit out some condiments for that perky butt, he finally reached the roof. Qian Jinzhi put him down.

Auntie, don’t do this again, or I’ll spit on your ass!

Qiu Wuhen gritted his teeth, but Qian Jinzhi smiled brightly and raised his finger to make a silence gesture.

Hey! The pointer to silence is the index finger...

Qian Jinzhi had stepped carefully on the tiles, squatted down quietly, carefully uncovered a few tiles, and waved for Qiu Wuhen to pass over.

Qiu Wuhen tentatively tried to step on it with his foot, but before his foot landed, he was held firmly by Qian Jinzhi.

Qian Jinzhi waved his hand towards him, grabbed his belt with the other hand, lifted him up, and then slowly placed him face down on the tiles like a bag of rice.

Lying on the roof, your eyes are right at the opened hole and you can look down.

This woman is so strong, lifting herself up and down like a baby.

After sighing for a moment, Qiu Wuhen looked down through the hole. He couldn't help but hold his breath and didn't dare to make any more noise. It turned out that the hole was facing Master Xiahou's bed.

Mrs. Xiahou was lying on the ground and had passed out. Next to the bed stood a scholar in white robes, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and pointing it at Xiahou Tian.

He spoke in a very low voice, but Qiu Wuhen and the others were on the roof, so they could still hear him clearly. They only heard him say: "Xia Houtian, I didn't expect you to have this day, right?"

"Xie Zhigao, did you kill Yin Hong?"

"You want to know? Well, when you get to the underworld, Yin Hong will naturally tell you what happened."

"If you kill me, you will never get that thing in your lifetime!"

"That's right, so I never killed you. I just looked for opportunities to capture you and ask for the whereabouts of things. Tell me, where is the thing? Tell me. Otherwise, you will really go down to accompany her. I will ask one last time,

Where is the thing?"

Xia Houtian shook his head sadly: "Yin Hong is dead, and I have no intention of living in this world. Moreover, I am very ill. My illness is currently controlled by Qiu Langzhong's medicine. I know that he can't be cured. Very soon."

Soon my condition will get worse again, and I will be dead, so just let that thing follow me to the underworld."

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Mr. Xiahou closed his eyes and turned his head away from looking at him.

Xie Zhigao nodded, and suddenly reached out his hand to cover Xiahoutian's mouth. He raised his hand and slashed Xiahoutian's knee with a kitchen knife, causing Xiahoutian's body to tremble violently in pain.

The white-robed scholar looked thin, but he didn't expect to be so strong. Even when a person reacted violently to pain, he was still able to firmly hold him down and prevent him from moving.

There was no blood spattered by this knife. Only then did Qiu Wuhen realize that he had held the kitchen knife backwards and struck the opponent's knee hard with the back of the knife. This was painful to the core. But his mouth was covered,

Xia Houtian couldn't make a sound at all, and the pain almost made him faint.

Xie Zhigao said again: "Are you willing to say it now?"

Xia Houtian nodded, which really surprised Qiu Wuhen on the roof.

Looking at Xia Houtian's tough look just now, Qiu Wuhen thought that he would at least resist for a while and grit his teeth. Unexpectedly, he immediately gave in after being slapped on the knee. It was really anticlimactic.

Xie Zhigao slowly let go of the hand covering his mouth, put a knife on his neck and said, "If you dare to lie to me, I will chop off your neck. Remember, I am not joking."

Xia Houtian nodded, beads of sweat appeared on his painful forehead like soybeans, but he still did not dare to scream.

"You should tell me where that thing is now, right?"

"Inside Yeji Temple in Yeji Mountain."

"Yeji Temple?"

"Yes, I hid it there."

"Get out of bed and take me there!"

"If I can get out of bed and walk, I will go and see Yin Hong off. I won't stay at home, and you won't have the chance to get close to me."

"You still dare to be tough with me now? I don't care if you can walk or not, you have to walk with me, otherwise your leg will be useless and I will cut it off."

Xia Houtian said in pain: "I really can't go, I can't get out of bed."

Xie Zhigao said: "Ask someone to bring a sedan in, and we will go in the sedan. You are not allowed to bring anyone else with you. If you dare to play tricks, I will kill you immediately. I said, I don't want to live if Yin Hong dies.

But I must get that thing back, don’t underestimate my determination to kill you, otherwise you will regret it!”

Xie Zhigao got on the bed and hid behind the mosquito net, but his knife was always pressed against Xia Houtian: "Call the sedan to come in!"

Xia Houtian nodded and shouted loudly: "Come here!"

A maid came in. Xia Houtian ordered the sedan to be prepared and carried it into the house. Then everyone went out first.

The maid didn't know why the master wanted to arrange it like this, but she immediately asked the bearers to carry the sedan and put it in the house, and then they all left.

Xie Zhigao directly picked up the fat Xia Houtian, carried him to the large sedan, stuffed him into the sedan, and then sat in himself.

Qiu Wuhen, who was on the roof, was really stunned. Xie Zhigao looked at Wenwen's weakness, but he didn't expect that he was so strong that he could carry the plump Xia Houtian into the sedan chair like an eagle carrying a chicken.

On this day, he met two people who didn't look like much at ordinary times, but could do amazing things at critical moments.

One is the scholar Xie Zhigao in front of him, who can easily carry Xia Houtian, who weighs more than 200 kilograms, on the sedan. The other is the charming young woman Qian Jinzhi next to him, who can carry himself as easily as a money bag.

Xie Zhigao and Xia Houtian set off in the sedan chair and went out through the back door of the mansion.

The servants in the mansion watched their sedan go away without daring to make a sound. Master Xiahou has been going out mysteriously for the past year, and it is unclear what he is busy with. This time it is not easy to ask whether the master is going there.

Where, the people who asked before were slapped, so they all kept their mouths shut and pretended not to notice.

The sedan walked all the way out of the city at a very fast speed. After leaving the city, they left the post road for a while and started climbing the mountain.

This mountain is called Yeji Mountain, which is very high and steep.

There is an abandoned temple on the mountainside called Yeji Temple. Because it is located in a remote place, it is very difficult to walk. The road near the temple is very steep. If you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and die. Therefore, many people come here to offer incense.

few.

There is only one deaf-mute monk in the temple. I don’t know how old he is. He is slovenly and has a set of tattered cassocks that have probably never been washed.

Occasionally pilgrims would come, take pity on him and give him a new cassock, but he never wore it. He still wore his own clothes, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter. No matter how hot it was in summer or how cold it was in winter, he would still wear the same clothes.

The strange thing is that after so many years, no one comes here to offer alms, and there is no field or vegetable field in the temple. It is really a miracle that he did not die of cold, heat or starvation.
Chapter completed!