Chapter 4657
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Although Zhuang Qingyun felt that it was too late to talk at night, he couldn't help it. He had to take luck and believe Qin Wuyan's nonsense for the time being. After all, Yu Mo was forced to death at this time, which was not good for the whole priest's house.
Even if Zhuang Xiaoyu is settled in the earth, with Yu Mo as the eldest miss of the Mohist family, the Mohist army may dig out Zhuang Xiaoyu's grave.
Qin Wuyan will think of Zhuang Xiaoyu even if he doesn't think of the people in the moon city and the people in the priest's house.
The sky began to brighten.
Qin Wuyan watched Zhuang Qingyun leave, picked up Langhao pen again and continued to write
Zhuang Qingyun ordered people to block all the news in the priest's house, and asked wizards and witch doctors to take turns to take care of Mo Siyu, waiting for Mo Siyu to wake up.
Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that the news of Mo Siyu's accident would spread. Although Chu Chuyan was bound by the pro guards, more than a dozen Pro guards were seriously injured by him
At this time, the aristocratic family handed in a prayer card and wanted to see the high priest. Zhuang Qingyun had to order someone to refuse.
Qin Wuyan, as usual, still shut himself in the bedroom and didn't step out of the bedroom door.
Zhuang Qingyun dealt with the outside world in the daytime. At night, he had to deal with the trivial affairs in the priest's house, read documents and deal with internal affairs. He was too busy to take care of Qin Wuyan's affairs.
What's more, Zhuang Qingyun locked himself in his bedroom without saying anything to Qin. He didn't eat, drink or see anyone. This situation has long been used to, and he didn't notice anything unusual
The paperwork on the table was only half processed. The housekeeper hurried over: "young master Qingyun, it's bad. Young master Aoki is dying."
Zhuang Qingyun: "
Zhuang Qingyun threw away the document in his hand and stood up: "when did it happen? Why did you tell me now? Does the high priest know?"
The housekeeper shook his head: "the old slave just went to the high priest and was stopped. He said that the high priest didn't want to see anyone tonight. Don't go to the high priest for anything. The old slave had to come to you.
The old slave went to see young master Aoki. Young master Aoki has rotted all over. That's terrible I really can't bear to look straight at you.
Unless young master Qingmu sends someone to tell the old slave about the courtyard, the old slave can't know... "
Zhuang Qingyun strode into Qingmu's courtyard and pushed open the bedroom door. He smelled a strong smell of decay, as if the corpse was exposed to the air after decay
Zhuang Qingyun couldn't help covering his mouth and nose. He went to the bed and lifted up the curtain. He saw the green wood covered with a thick layer of bedding. His cheeks were thin to depression. His gloomy eyes seemed to be full of poison, full of jealousy and resentment, but he was about to be speechless.
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Qingmu and felt distressed. "Qingmu, how did you get this way?"
He immediately called the witch doctor.
Qingmu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of the corner of his lips. Zhuang Qingyun saw that his mouth was full of fuzzy flesh and blood, and only a layer of skin beside his lips was barely complete
But Zhuang Qingyun still endured the stench, approached closer and asked, "what do you say first?"
"Yu Mo...... Yu Mo......" Qingmu's throat made a vague sound, as if it had been blocked by phlegm.
Zhuang Qingyun misunderstood Qingmu's meaning and replied, "Yu Mo has been killed by the high priest and can't save you..."
Hearing the speech, Aoki suddenly glanced at the corners of his lips and smiled strangely, as if he had revenge. He tried his best to spit out a few words: "kill me! I... I won't be a ghost... I'll let her go..."
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Although Zhuang Qingyun felt that it was too late to talk at night, he couldn't help it. He had to take luck and believe Qin Wuyan's nonsense for the time being. After all, Yu Mo was forced to death at this time, which was not good for the whole priest's house.
Even if Zhuang Xiaoyu is settled in the earth, with Yu Mo as the eldest miss of the Mohist family, the Mohist army may dig out Zhuang Xiaoyu's grave.
Qin Wuyan will think of Zhuang Xiaoyu even if he doesn't think of the people in the moon city and the people in the priest's house.
The sky began to brighten.
Qin Wuyan watched Zhuang Qingyun leave, picked up Langhao pen again and continued to write
Zhuang Qingyun ordered people to block all the news in the priest's house, and asked wizards and witch doctors to take turns to take care of Mo Siyu, waiting for Mo Siyu to wake up.
Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that the news of Mo Siyu's accident would spread. Although Chu Chuyan was bound by the pro guards, more than a dozen Pro guards were seriously injured by him
At this time, the aristocratic family handed in a prayer card and wanted to see the high priest. Zhuang Qingyun had to order someone to refuse.
Qin Wuyan, as usual, still shut himself in the bedroom and didn't step out of the bedroom door.
Zhuang Qingyun dealt with the outside world in the daytime. At night, he had to deal with the trivial affairs in the priest's house, read documents and deal with internal affairs. He was too busy to take care of Qin Wuyan's affairs.
What's more, Zhuang Qingyun locked himself in his bedroom without saying anything to Qin. He didn't eat, drink or see anyone. This situation has long been used to, and he didn't notice anything unusual
The paperwork on the table was only half processed. The housekeeper hurried over: "young master Qingyun, it's bad. Young master Aoki is dying."
Zhuang Qingyun: "
Zhuang Qingyun threw away the document in his hand and stood up: "when did it happen? Why did you tell me now? Does the high priest know?"
The housekeeper shook his head: "the old slave just went to the high priest and was stopped. He said that the high priest didn't want to see anyone tonight. Don't go to the high priest for anything. The old slave had to come to you.
The old slave went to see young master Aoki. Young master Aoki has rotted all over. That's terrible I really can't bear to look straight at you.
Unless young master Qingmu sends someone to tell the old slave about the courtyard, the old slave can't know... "
Zhuang Qingyun strode into Qingmu's courtyard and pushed open the bedroom door. He smelled a strong smell of decay, as if the corpse was exposed to the air after decay
Zhuang Qingyun couldn't help covering his mouth and nose. He went to the bed and lifted up the curtain. He saw the green wood covered with a thick layer of bedding. His cheeks were thin to depression. His gloomy eyes seemed to be full of poison, full of jealousy and resentment, but he was about to be speechless.
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Qingmu and felt distressed. "Qingmu, how did you get this way?"
He immediately called the witch doctor.
Qingmu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of the corner of his lips. Zhuang Qingyun saw that his mouth was full of fuzzy flesh and blood, and only a layer of skin beside his lips was barely complete
But Zhuang Qingyun still endured the stench, approached closer and asked, "what do you say first?"
"Yu Mo...... Yu Mo......" Qingmu's throat made a vague sound, as if it had been blocked by phlegm.
Zhuang Qingyun misunderstood Qingmu's meaning and replied, "Yu Mo has been killed by the high priest and can't save you..."
Hearing the speech, Aoki suddenly glanced at the corners of his lips and smiled strangely, as if he had revenge. He tried his best to spit out a few words: "kill me! I... I won't be a ghost... I'll let her go..."
Although Zhuang Qingyun felt that it was too late to talk at night, he couldn't help it. He had to take luck and believe Qin Wuyan's nonsense for the time being. After all, Yu Mo was forced to death at this time, which was not good for the whole priest's house.Even if Zhuang Xiaoyu is settled in the earth, with Yu Mo as the eldest miss of the Mohist family, the Mohist army may dig out Zhuang Xiaoyu's grave.Qin Wuyan will think of Zhuang Xiaoyu even if he doesn't think of the people in the moon city and the people in the priest's house.The sky began to brighten.Qin Wuyan watched Zhuang Qingyun leave, picked up Langhao pen again and continued to writeZhuang Qingyun ordered people to block all the news in the priest's house, and asked wizards and witch doctors to take turns to take care of Mo Siyu, waiting for Mo Siyu to wake up.Zhuang Qingyun was afraid that the news of Mo Siyu's accident would spread. Although Chu Chuyan was bound by the pro guards, more than a dozen Pro guards were seriously injured by himAt this time, the aristocratic family handed in a prayer card and wanted to see the high priest. Zhuang Qingyun had to order someone to refuse.Qin Wuyan, as usual, still shut himself in the bedroom and didn't step out of the bedroom door.Zhuang Qingyun dealt with the outside world in the daytime. At night, he had to deal with the trivial affairs in the priest's house, read documents and deal with internal affairs. He was too busy to take care of Qin Wuyan's affairs.What's more, Zhuang Qingyun locked himself in his bedroom without saying anything to Qin. He didn't eat, drink or see anyone. This situation has long been used to, and he didn't notice anything unusualThe paperwork on the table was only half processed. The housekeeper hurried over: "young master Qingyun, it's bad. Young master Aoki is dying."Zhuang Qingyun: "Zhuang Qingyun threw away the document in his hand and stood up: "when did it happen? Why did you tell me now? Does the high priest know?"The housekeeper shook his head: "the old slave just went to the high priest and was stopped. He said that the high priest didn't want to see anyone tonight. Don't go to the high priest for anything. The old slave had to come to you.The old slave went to see young master Aoki. Young master Aoki has rotted all over. That's terrible I really can't bear to look straight at you.Unless young master Qingmu sends someone to tell the old slave about the courtyard, the old slave can't know... "Zhuang Qingyun strode into Qingmu's courtyard and pushed open the bedroom door. He smelled a strong smell of decay, as if the corpse was exposed to the air after decayZhuang Qingyun couldn't help covering his mouth and nose. He went to the bed and lifted up the curtain. He saw the green wood covered with a thick layer of bedding. His cheeks were thin to depression. His gloomy eyes seemed to be full of poison, full of jealousy and resentment, but he was about to be speechless.Zhuang Qingyun looked at Qingmu and felt distressed. "Qingmu, how did you get this way?"He immediately called the witch doctor.Qingmu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of the corner of his lips. Zhuang Qingyun saw that his mouth was full of fuzzy flesh and blood, and only a layer of skin beside his lips was barely completeBut Zhuang Qingyun still endured the stench, approached closer and asked, "what do you say first?""Yu Mo...... Yu Mo......" Qingmu's throat made a vague sound, as if it had been blocked by phlegm.Zhuang Qingyun misunderstood Qingmu's meaning and replied, "Yu Mo has been killed by the high priest and can't save you..."Hearing the speech, Aoki suddenly glanced at the corners of his lips and smiled strangely, as if he had revenge. He tried his best to spit out a few words: "kill me! I... I won't be a ghost... I'll let her go..."
