flow from evil

Haishi, the Yang family.

Jun Wuyi was originally alone in the courtyard watching the moon.Under the moonlight, the jade man sat leaning on the porch with one knee bent.I saw him holding a jug of wine in his hand, but he didn't take the wine glass. He just tilted his head and fell directly to the spout.All of a sudden, he turned his eyes and glanced at the dark part of the wall, and the wine jug came out of his hand, but he didn't hear the sound of falling to the ground and breaking.

After a while, a man in black came out from the shadows, and knelt down in front of Jun Wuyi on one knee, holding a flagon. His spine was straight, but for some reason, he was missing a left arm.

"Young master, our people have already left the city."

"En." Jun Wuyi replied lightly, without looking at the man.

"...When shall we do it?" Jiang Li couldn't figure out his intention, but he hesitated when he asked.

"What's the hurry, there will be someone to perform the good show, it's not our turn yet." Jun Wuyi raised the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to ask for the flagon he just threw out.

"However, now that Yuchanzi has taken the lead, my subordinates are afraid that Yang Yingsong is not her opponent."

"Then you should not underestimate Yang Yingsong too much." Jun Wuyi sat up straight and leaned forward, "Besides, there are other leading actors in this play."

"Young master means..."

"What do you do with so many questions, just look at it."

Jiang Li heard the displeasure in his tone, and hurriedly silenced it, looked up to see his charming peach eyes narrowed slightly, then suddenly lowered his head, and respectfully handed over the flagon in his hand.

"Is everything okay in the palace?" Seeing that he had no intention of retreating, Jun Wuyi asked with a sigh.

"Everything is fine, but another person was sent to urge you to go back quickly." Seeing that he finally asked about something serious, Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

"Understood." Jun Wuyi didn't want to say any more, and with a wave of his hand, he sent the person away. He squeezed the wine pot tightly in his hand, and then loosened it after a while, laughing lightly Voice.

Under the same moonlight, another young man dressed in white was not so relaxed at this time.

The sound of broken porcelain was heard in Yang Yingsong's room, and a few night watchmen hurried in to have a look, and saw their eldest son sitting at the table, all the things on the table were broken and clean, and the fingers that were white and clean in the past At this time, holding the fragments of the teacup, the blood flowed down the palm of his hand.

What was even more frightening was that the expression on that man's face was still sickly and pale, but full of coldness and hostility, the elegance and cowardice of the past had long since disappeared.

The servants were startled by such Yang Yingsong, and there was no sound for a while.

"What are you doing standing there? Pack your things up." Yang Yingsong's voice was very gloomy.

A few servants tidied up their things, but a stupid boy with thick hands and feet accidentally touched the wound on Yang Yingsong's palm. His pupils shrank slightly, and then his fingertips moved. The standing silly boy had an extra hole in his chest.

Before the boy could open his mouth, he fell to the ground with a plop.

A smile stained the face of the person in the wheelchair, and his pale skin regained some color with the violent cough.I saw that person slowly bent down, caressing the still warm corpse lovingly, his appearance was very much like a child who just got a new toy.

I don't know who took the lead first, and knelt down with a plop, and the rest of the people also knelt down and begged for mercy when they saw it, but unfortunately, the figure who quickly rushed into the room quickly raised a knife and fell, and there were more people on the ground in an instant. corpse.

"How many times have I said, don't be so rude, or the puppet you make will not look good." Yang Yingsong didn't look up at the person who came, but frowned, squeezed the body under his hand, and then took out a piece of silk from his sleeve. Pa Lai wiped the corpse carefully and laid it flat, then pulled out a steel needle and slowly inserted it into the scalp of the corpse.

With the insertion of the steel needle, the corpse began to show strange changes. When the eyes opened again, they lost their vitality and were covered with a layer of gray, but the murderous look in the eyes began to become thicker with the movements of the master's hands.

"What are you going to do? All the people from the Changshengmen have entered Huaiyang City. It seems that Yuchanzi is going to make a break with us. If she reveals everything, then those people from the Yang family..." Hu Bugui couldn't help but remind the man in the wheelchair who was concentrating on being a puppet.

"Since we're going to end it, let's end it with the Yang family too." The man happily stood up a puppet in his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.

Dead people are often easier to control than living people, and they are also much cuter.

"Good boy." The man took the cup of tea from the puppet, his eyes filled with love.

"what do you mean……"

"Since the Yang family is destined not to be used by me, then there is no point in existence." Yang Yingsong took a sip of tea lightly, rubbed his stiff legs, "Go get ready."

Hu Bugui nodded, turned around, but saw Yang Yanning coming slowly, he was startled, and then saw the same ashen expression on his face, he was instantly relieved, and walked out with lingering fear.

"Second Uncle, there will be a good show tomorrow." Yang Yingsong smiled and stroked Yang Yanning in front of him, but his face suddenly changed when he met his pair of narrow eyes.

The small movements in his hands caused Yang Yanning in front of him to slowly raise his hands, then stretched out his two fingers, pointed them at his own eyes, and inserted them hard. The dead skin did not flow out with the collapse of the eyes. There was a lot of blood, but the two dark red blood holes on his face were still terrifying.

"That way, it's much more pleasing to the eye."

Hu Bugui couldn't help shivering from the increasingly distorted laughter of the people behind him, and quickened his pace of leaving.

At night, Shan Simiao came to the door of "Jiang Yingying" alone.After the two knocks just now, the other party seemed to have expected him to come, and opened the door with a smile like a flower.

"Why did you come here now, slave, but I've been waiting for you for a long time." The woman in front of her was full of flair, she poked her hand out and dragged him in.

"It's time for us to speak clearly, Elder Yu," Shan Simiao said to Jiang Yingying in front of him, "Or, I should call you Mrs. Jiang."

"Jiang Yingying" in front of her smiled sweetly, then slowly caressed her face, and slowly tore off a few pieces of skin as thin as cicada's wings from the facial features. It will not make the facial expression too rigid to be seen through.

Yu Chanzi, who has erased her disguise, is still beautiful, and the years have not left too many marks on her face, even if there are a few crow's feet that are accidentally exposed between the corners of her eyes, they still have a special charm.Although she is seven points similar to Jiang Yingying in appearance, but the one point of maturity that has been accumulated over the years is incomparable to Jiang Yingying.

"When did you start to doubt me?" Yu Chanzi asked.

"Xielou." Shan Simiao said, "Although you imitate the cardamom girl very much, but there are some places where you can't deceive people."

After finishing speaking, he aimed at the other party's plump breasts and buttocks.

"He's a smart kid." Yu Chanzi no longer had to pretend to be a girl, she raised her little finger naturally, and the look in her eyes instantly changed from a green girl to a mature glamorous woman.

"I'm not surprised that you can guess that I'm Yuchanzi, but how do you know that I belong to Mrs. Jiang?"

"Because of a peach." Shan Simiao said with a smile, "Jiang Yingying said that only her mother taught her that method."

Yu Chanzi was stunned again when she heard the words, and then quickly realized, "I was negligent. I didn't expect that girl to be pampered since she was a child, but she could treat you like this."

After finishing speaking, he looked Shan Simiao's face up and down again.

"It's just a coincidence. It's just the nature of mother and daughter. It's not hard to see. It's just that Jiang Wei, I don't understand, what happened to the Longevity Gate? Jiang Wei, why did Jiang Yingying leave the Longevity Gate?"

"Four years ago, the head of my Longevity Sect disappeared mysteriously. Hu Bugui took the opportunity to cause chaos, and blood flowed from top to bottom of the door. I thought that as long as I persisted with Jiang Wei, I would be able to keep the Longevity Sect, but unexpectedly, Jiang Wei That coward actually retreated before the battle."

"You mean, four years ago, because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he took Jiang Yingying out of the Longevity Gate?"

"Yes."

"I don't think he is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death." Shan Simiao said slowly when she saw that she mentioned Jiang Wei without the slightest hint of sadness.

"How well do you know him?" Yu Chanzi sneered.

"At least, when he was on the verge of life and death, he didn't choose to hand over the drop of blood to Hu Bugui." Shan Simiao shook his head, "He saved your daughter with his own life."

"No, it's your daughter."

Yu Chanzi froze when she heard the words, and her face turned pale.

"Or to put it more clearly, if that man is really greedy for life and afraid of death, ruthless and ungrateful, how could he spend so much time protecting a child born to a woman he loves and another man? Am I right? Elder Yu?"

Yu Chanzi seemed to be hurt by what he said, and as soon as he raised his head, a cup of hot tea was thrown towards him.

Shan Simiao sideways turned his face away, and chuckled, "I was just wondering, if they were biological father and daughter, why would Jiang Wei be more alienated and courteous to Jiang Yingying, how can a father even touch his own daughter's hand?" I don't even want to touch it. After I met you, I realized that he was avoiding suspicion, because Jiang Yingying is not his daughter at all, but your daughter with Yang Yanfeng."

"..."

After a while, Yuchanzi giggled, but there was some desolation in the voice, "I thought that the coward took Yingying away to take revenge on me..."

"The deceased is gone, and it's useless for you to regret it now." Shan Simiao didn't comfort her, and he never would have such comfort. Too much comfort will only make the weak people escape the facts in front of them even more.

"What else do you know?" Yu Chanzi raised her head, not daring to look carelessly at the young man in front of her.

"It was you who released the news that Xueliuli was hidden in the Yang family. You knew that Hu Bugui had found Jiang Wei, and you guessed that Yang Yingsong would make some moves, so you deliberately released some rumors and asked Tengwang Pavilion to intervene, so as to contain him. Yang Yingsong."

"What else?" Yu Chanzi smiled.

"Yang Yingquan should also have some insight into Yang Yingsong's ambitions, so you should have approached Yang Yingquan a long time ago and persuaded her to stop Yang Yingsong with you, that's why she gave Jun Wuyi the secret letter. But something happened There was a change, Jiang Wei was killed, and you saw us and Jiang Yingying in Huaiyang City, so you temporarily changed your plan and used your mother as your daughter to lure us into the Yang family to cover up your identity."

"You're right, I'm starting to like you a little bit, kid."

"It's not all right."

"Oh?"

"I thought your ultimate goal was to avenge Yang Yanfeng, but if it was just for revenge, you wouldn't be on Yang Yingsong's boat that day. Besides, today, you can just take out the blood glaze and join forces with Tengwang Pavilion to eradicate Yang Yingsong and Hu Bugui in one fell swoop." , to avoid future troubles, but you didn’t.”

"so?"

"So, since it's not for revenge, it's for saving people. Yang Yanfeng is not dead. If you want to save him, you have to wait until the Lantern Festival."

"Boy, do you know that sometimes people are too smart, and it may not be a good thing."

Shan Simiao shook his head when he heard the words, "A truly smart person should know when to be smart and when to be stupid."

"Then do you think that your current performance can be regarded as smart?"

"Naturally," Shan Simiao smiled, "If my guess is correct, the legend of the blood glass should be false. If that thing really had such miraculous effects, Mrs. Yang would not have been buried in the secret room until now. If I You guessed right, Senior Yang really wanted to go against the sky back then, but it seems that he failed."