wind menstrual year record

Heyuan Town.

"Hey, brother, how do you sell this painting?"

"Get out of the way, go, you are the only one who wants to buy it, and move a place for others."

"Hey man, can you afford it!"

"This painting, 100 taels, I want it!"

"I give 200 taels!"

"300 taels!!"

"500 taels!!"

The price paid by those who came to compete for the paintings was much higher than what Lu Yuqing thought. Originally, he just wanted to take out a painting and see if it would be the same as last time.Now it seems that those paintings kept at home can be sold together tomorrow.

However, there is still a problem, the blood in the small porcelain bottle is not enough to paint so many paintings, the remaining blood has already solidified and is useless at all.I just had a little fame, so if I want to maintain it, I can only continue to kill people.

In fact, Lu Yuqing's heart would be shaken occasionally. He had never harmed anyone in his life, but in the end he used the forbidden spell to kill people. Is it wrong?But soon another thought would overwhelm him.

All the people I killed were disloyal, so what's wrong?Even the common people are praising themselves, saying that they are heroes, eliminating harm for the people!Is everyone wrong?

"It seems that your business is doing well." A familiar voice sounded, and it was Feng Shuangxue who came.

"It's okay, I entrust your idea."

"However, I heard that rumors are saying that this incident was done by ghosts, so I would like to ask you, what method did you use to make the people mistakenly think..."

Lu Yuqing interrupted her unceremoniously: "It's really not artificial." There was a bit of complacency in his tone.

"Huh?" Feng Shuangxue frowned involuntarily. Could it be that this person used some kind of voodoo technique popular in Yan Kingdom.

"I used to be the big brother of Fuxueguan, Lu Yuqing. It's not surprising that I understand this."

"Of course it's strange, the dignified Taoist priests of Fuxue Temple can practice these crooked ways?"

"This is not a crooked way, it's just some forbidden techniques. Everything has a pros and cons, and I happened to use its opposite."

Feng Shuangxue clapped his hands and praised him: "What a borrower to kill someone."

Lu Yuqing cupped his hands towards her: "We still have to rely on your suggestions."

"However, don't be too happy too early. You are just now famous. If you don't paint for a while, it's hard to guarantee that the people will still remember you."

"I have it in my mind."

"Sure enough, he is a malleable talent."

No matter how smart a person is, as long as he knows his desire and then masters it, it will be much easier.

After returning to the palace, Feng Shuangxue fell down on the couch and sighed: "Hey, I have spent a lot of money on this plan. If it fails, God, you will be so sorry to me."

Feng Shuangxue observed and found that Lu Yuqing would sell the paintings made of blood on the second day after killing people. If the blood was not enough, he would continue to kill people. Then all the paintings Lu Yuqing sold in the future would be human paintings. painted with blood.I just need to keep sending people to spend money to buy it, so that Lu Yuqing feels that he is really famous.

Lu Yuqing, oh Lu Yuqing, so what if he is the elder brother of Fuxueguan.

Who made you smart for a lifetime, confused for a while, and blinded by desire.

Peeping Star Tower.

Feng Qiuyue frowned: "In the past few months, several people have died in Heyuan Town."

"Really, I've been staying in this Star Watching Tower, not caring about worldly affairs." Shi Fengyue played with Feng Qiuyue's hair boredly.

"But there are rumors among the people that those things are not done by humans, but by ghosts. Even the storyteller in the teahouse has started to talk about it."

Shi Fengyue patted his head: "Qiuyue, do you believe what the teahouse tells you?"

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Then tell me, what stories did the storyteller tell before?"

"Hmm... It seemed to be said a few days ago that the number one killer in the Jianghu fell in love with the famous poisonous girl "Bone Rakshasa" in the Jianghu."

"Look at it, can you believe it? It's just nonsense."

"Why is it nonsense, what if, this kind of thing is not impossible."

Shi Fengyue, who was lying down, climbed up from Feng Qiuyue's lap, and persuaded him earnestly: "As far as I know, this number one killer in the Jianghu accepted the mission to hunt down "Gu Luosha". Is there still hatred because of love?"

Feng Qiuyue was thoughtful: "It's not impossible. By the way, how do you know this? Didn't you say that you don't care about world affairs?"

"This... gossip still needs to be understood, ah ha ha ha."

Seeing Shi Fengyue pretending to relieve the embarrassment of being exposed by herself, Feng Qiuyue was helpless.

After laughing, Shi Fengyue put on a serious look again: "But tell me, could this be done by the eldest princess? After all, didn't she let the boss of the gambling shop chop off his hands before?"

"Impossible," Feng Qiuyue categorically vetoed this, "When she died, my sister was always in the palace and never went out. Besides, we only had suspicions about the gambling house back then, and there was no evidence."

"Are you relenting?"

"After getting along for so many years, I don't think she is such a person."

"Qiuyue," Shi Fengyue held his face in her hands, and said earnestly, "People change! Can you guarantee that she will be your good sister for the rest of her life?"

"I know, but..."

"Forget it, forget it, don't be so, I know you don't want to believe it, anyway, you are a person who gets along day and night. Just like if I suddenly turned bad, you definitely wouldn't believe it."

"You won't." Feng Qiuyue looked at him with burning eyes.

"You know again." Shi Fengyue felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him for some reason, let go of the hand holding Feng Qiuyue, and pretended to look at the scenery outside the Xingxing Building.

In the following year, women in Heyuan Town were continuously killed, and all of them were unfaithful and had affairs with others.

Although the government was suspicious, they couldn't do anything. There was no evidence, and the murderer couldn't be seen. Are these destined to become unsolved cases?

So far, eleven women have died in Heyuan Town.

However, the common people regard this as gossip after dinner.If the knife didn't hit him, it wasn't the people around him who died, so what if there were more dead?

Among them, there are many applause.

"Eleven dead, isn't it a beautiful thing? Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha what Brother Wang said is right!"

Heyuan Town still seems so peaceful and beautiful.

"In the past year, only eleven people have died. You are smarter than I thought." Feng Shuangxue went to find Lu Yuqing again after that. At this time, Lu Yuqing was already a well-known painter in Heyuan Town.

"I am a person who has always been contented and happy. Now I have both money and fame, and I am honored as a hero from time to time. Although I am an unknown hero, it is enough. The only regret is that the reputation is only in the right place. Yuanzhen, not in the world." Lu Yuqing sat on the stone bench in the yard, pouring tea for Feng Shuangxue.

"One day, you will be famous all over the world."

"Auspicious words from Her Majesty the Princess."

"Okay, I won't drink the tea, I should go."

"I'll take you."

Feng Shuangxue stopped him: "No need, you should put away the teacup properly, lest your wife see you and think you are meeting a girl from some family."

Lu Yuqing was not annoyed when she heard this, and said calmly: "Don't worry, she doesn't know you, Your Highness Princess, and if she saw you, she would just think it was someone who heard about my name and came to ask for a painting."

"That's good, I don't want to be known, so I leave."

Lu Yuqing cupped his hands at her back: "Respectfully send off to Your Highness the Princess."

Lu Yuqing, you must never have imagined that I sent people to buy all your paintings, and you would definitely sell them the day after you killed someone. I have figured out this rule long ago.

It's a pity that no one will buy your paintings anymore, you poor paintings, keep them for yourself to enjoy.

Yongning Hall.

Feng Shuangxue carefully traced it according to the paper that Ying Xiao had found before, with the "Extremely Evil Attracting Evil Talisman" painted on it.

Xiaoxue watched curiously from the side, wanting to ask something, but afraid of disturbing Feng Shuangxue.

Feng Shuangxue seemed to be emotionally unstable, she didn't complete the painting after several times, and was not very satisfied.Angrily, she crumpled up the damaged paper and smashed it on the ground. Feeling puzzled, she picked it up and tore it into pieces.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Shuangxue swallowed, took a deep breath, tried her best to calm down, and said tremblingly: "Xiaoxue, a few days ago, Emperor Father came to find me..."