Fast-traveling female supporting role counterattacks in a different way

Chapter 137

However, Rosie always thought too much.

I saw that guy speaking uprightly, just like those hypocrites in the righteous way, looked at Rosie and said loudly: "Old Guardian Qiao is dead, we have to respect him, how can we make his body incomplete?!"

"Then is his body whole now?" Rosie asked quietly.

"It's not complete anymore!" The other party rubbed his head with a helpless expression.

"..." Rosie's eyes darkened, and she asked again, "Where did you go?"

"Isn't this nonsense? The people from the Killer Pavilion took it away!"

"The people from the Killer Pavilion are already in front of you, are you going to ask them to come back?!" Rosie was speechless.

It doesn't stink, you go.So many days have passed, I guess it stinks a long time ago, I don't know where it was thrown by the old prime minister...

Withdrawing her thoughts, Rosie had no choice but to emphasize: "Anyway, his body has been separated, and the Assassin Court has already taken away the head. What does it matter if you bring other parts again! Come on, come on again, what can’t be accepted? Maybe take away a few more times, maybe the old guardian Qiao can gather a whole body and hide it somewhere!”

"But, how could it not be buried in the Valley of Returning Souls? Fallen leaves pay attention to returning to their roots!" After listening to Rosie's words, this guy immediately revived on the spot with full blood, jumped three feet high, pointed at her and retorted angrily.

"Qiao Er is not an ordinary person. Ordinary people pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots, but what about Qiao Er? He and we are both people in the Jianghu. People in the Jianghu pay attention to wandering around the world and making their homes everywhere. So after he dies, he can still continue..."

"Why do you wander around the world after death and make your home all over the world?" The masked leader, unwilling to be reduced to being ignored, couldn't help interrupting Rosie's words and asked for nothing.

"The body was cremated, the ashes were blown away by the wind, and scattered between the sky and the earth... Isn't that what it is?" Rosie spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes were very serious, and she explained her confusion.

"..." Everyone.

It's okay to die without a whole body, and there are not even any ashes.

Everyone sighed and shook their heads.

"I can take care of the whole tomb for him in the Valley of Returning Souls. When he is free occasionally, he can ride the wind and waves and come back to see you." Rosie added quietly.

The atmosphere seemed very strange for a moment. Someone looked around at the mottled black shadows, felt the cold wind behind their ears, rubbed their arms, and touched the back of their necks, as if they were still in shock.

At first glance, it was a horror picture that ordinary people could not accept.

The masked leader also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and finally said in a low voice: "You can also take one or two ornaments that can identify your identity."

Thinking about the bad smell of rotting corpses on the road, the key point is that the image that Rosie mentioned just now lingered in his mind from time to time,... Sigh!Forget it, don't bring his body!
"No!" Rosie objected first, and found that everyone was looking at her, so she explained patiently: "Anyway, his head is in your assassin's pavilion, you might as well bring back his remaining body so that he can have a full life." corpse."

"This..." The leader was in a dilemma, and he seemed unwilling.

"You can cremate his body now and take the urn with you!"

"No, no, no... let's take the rest of his body on the road!"

Ashes, the word stimulated his nervousness that he hadn't completely come out of the weird and horrifying scene just now, so the killer's mood was very frizzy.

He immediately waved his hand, and four of his subordinates stepped forward to close the lid of the coffin, ready to carry it away.

"and many more!"

"Shh!!!"

"Don't get excited, I just want to say, in fact, you don't have to carry the coffin so hard, the travel speed is too slow..." Rosie looked at their unsheathed swords, was surprised, and continued without expression. finish what she hadn't said.

"Don't tell me to cremate him again!" A masked man couldn't help it, his voice was full of anger.

"Uh... I didn't persuade you to cremate him! What I mean is..., oh! Forget it, I'd better not mind my own business, you just carry the coffin and move it. It probably won't take two days, and you have to Suffocated to death." After speaking, Rosie shook off her sleeves, ready to go back to sleep.

So sleepy in the middle of the night.

"Wait, what do you mean?" The masked man stopped Rosie, very puzzled.

"I was planning to give you a carriage, but it seems that you don't want it, so let's save it!" Rosie left a word without looking back, and left in the next moment, leaving only for those who reacted Everyone quickly disappeared from the back.

After thinking about it, Rosie didn't plan to go back to sleep.

She packed up her package, left a letter, and left when the night was dark and the guards patrolled.

Soon after leaving Huihun Valley, I sat on a poplar tree on Duanhun Cliff and waited.

She was going to follow the people in the Assassin Pavilion, observe the old prime minister again, and run to the palace again.

The few killers who left the Demon Cult still had to hire a carriage to transport Qiao Er's body. They disguised themselves and followed the driver all the way.

Rosie also disguised herself as a son-in-law and followed them all the way.

When they arrived in the capital, when these killers went to see the old prime minister, Rosie found that the old man had a sad expression on his face. Looking at Qiao Er's coffin with trembling hands, he was very emotional, and kept muttering to himself with trembling lips: "The man surnamed Guan Too much deception! Too much deception~"

Rosie touched her nose under the black scarf, and thought to herself: Why is there a sense of déjà vu of a father crying for his son, a weird sense of disobedience~

"I want to increase the price, I want the head of the surname Guan! Your Assassin Pavilion..." Angrily, he blew his beard and stared, but he didn't know what to accuse the other party.

The other party was not wrong, anyway, the deal received was to kill the same person.

It's just that I don't know the inside story. Who can I blame?

But the other party asked the people from the Assassin Pavilion to present Qiao Er's head to him, and even the palace knew about it.

The higher-ups thought that they had friendship with the person surnamed Guan, and the friendship was not deep.

I have no reason to send troops to attack the bandit den on Wuxia Peak in an upright manner.

But if he doesn't take revenge, how can he be willing?

Sometimes he also wondered if the other party knew about his relationship with Qiao Er, so he intentionally threatened him like this?
After all, I bought a killer to kill him back then...

The more the old prime minister thought about it, the more he felt that he could not keep the surname Guan, who should have passed away 16 years ago.

Sure enough, there is a saying that is good: cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates!
"Your Excellency's request, our Killer Pavilion accepted!" The other party quickly disappeared into the darkness holding the silver.

Rosie also held her breath, put down a tile, jumped off the roof and rushed towards the inn where she stayed the last time.

The Yuanju Inn was still so lively, Rosie gave Xiao Hei to Xiao Er, and asked about Chubby.

When she knew that Chubby was still staying in this inn and did not leave, the corners of Rosie's mouth twitched, her eyes half-closed, her pupils dilated, her thumb and index finger pinched her chin lightly, and she cursed inwardly.

(End of this chapter)