Chapter 110 The Mystery of the Disappearance of Miao Valley

Lord Li is now obsessed with Cuiwen and ignores her. She asked to see Lord Li several times, but was rejected by Lord Li. Boss Fang vaguely felt that Lord Li had changed his mind about himself.

In this way, not only her status is not guaranteed, but also the most basic income may be shaken. It is better to rely on yourself than on whom. Men and women are the same. Money is not as safe in anyone's purse.

In recent years, she has saved a lot of money by Lord Li, but if she doesn't rely on Lord Li, her life will be a little sad.

May I ask, their snacks are ten times more expensive than similar snacks. Nine out of ten people who come to their house to buy snacks are all for a favor. If she loses her power, who will buy snacks? At that time, she doesn't want to close Zhang Daji.

She is used to living a luxurious life. If she becomes poor all of a sudden, can't she go crazy? Besides, she used to publicity and offend many people. If she falls down, will she be trampled to death by those people?

Thinking of this, Boss Fang is more worried about the future. At present, she thinks of a way out, which is to rely on her distant relative, Fang Shaowen's family. His father has business everywhere in Jingzhao City, and his father's business will be handed over to Fang Shaowen sooner or later. As long as he is married, the good days in the future may not be beautiful, but the money should still be there.

Thinking of this aspect, Mrs. Fang smiled.

"The people in the government may not be able to use it. Even if I have that ability, Lord Li has not found any help. After all, it's an official, and it's a little unreasonable for people to say that officials can do things for their own family. Little Sanzi, close the door today, call all the guys up, and check the door-to-door inn for me until Song Keren is found!" Fang Shaowen said to Fang Shaowen first, and then turned his head to the clerk.

Fang Shaowen listened to Boss Fang's arrangement and nodded repeatedly. His thoughts were indeed a little inconsiderate. Maybe he was anxious for a moment. How can other officials be transferred at will? Well, the news of the guys is also good. I usually like to brag with other guys. Maybe I can really get some news.

"Auntie, thank you so much. I still need you to take a day off." Fang Shaowen said.

Boss Fang waved her hand and said with a smile, "Big nephew, you are my own nephew just like my son. Can I ignore your business? OK, let's not restrict it. Go out and look for it!"

Fang Shaowen nodded and looked at Boss Fang gratefully.

Zhou Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes, and a sharp pain followed. Ah..." She moaned, almost unable to move with pain all over her body.

Here is a small thatched hut, which looks clean, neat and simple under Zhou Xiaoxiao's arrangement. In the room, there was only a bed, a table and two chairs, and a dilapidated quilt was thrown. Zhou Xiaoxiao's head was leaning against the bed. She sat on the ground paraly.

I can't remember how many times it is today. The pain that almost tore her body came one after another. Vomiting, constantly vomiting, vomiting light green** almost scared her.

Looking again, one of her hands, from fingertips to wrists, is as black as burned black charcoal. And her hand was swollen like a pig's hoof. As long as she moved gently, she screamed like killing pigs.

Zhou Xiaoxiao took out the book left by the king of witching from her arms with her still moving hand. She opened it and looked carefully, and tears flowed down her face.

Why aren't you by my side? Have you let me endure so many hardships alone? Where are you?

At this moment, she has no time to regret more than now. She thought to herself, why didn't she study it seriously when the king wanted to teach her magic? Now, she has to grope by mistake.

If the king is there, she will definitely not let her be covered with wounds.

Zhou Xiaoxiao gently rolled up her sleeves. At this time, we saw that there was almost no complete skin on her arm. The shocking wounds one after another in the air added a trace of weirdness to this cold afternoon.

Zhou Xiaoxiao took out a knife and cut it fiercely from three inches above her wrist. She squeezed out the blood hard. When the black blood flowed out of her body, she smiled happily.

Opposite her, there are three huge jars, which are exactly the tools she used to avenge for the king. May I ask, what is more terrible than a worm that only takes blood full of resentment every day?

Zhou Xiaoxiao firmly believes that as long as she persists with this method, sooner or later, her worm will be stronger and more terrible than the king's worm. At that time, even if she travels all over the world, she will find the man and kill him! To pay tribute to the soul of the king!

Blood, black blood, drip by drop from Zhou Xiaoxiao's body. Zhou Xiaoxiao relied painfully on the bedside. At this moment, she missed the king more. This is an indescribable missing, the shadow of the king, appearing everywhere she can see.

He appeared in the cooking smoke at breakfast, he appeared in the jar containing the golden silkworm, he appeared on the snake, he appeared in the drowsy afternoon, he appeared in the golden sunlight in the evening, he appeared beside the bird sky on the way home, he appeared in front of her bed in the dead of night.

She couldn't help missing him, and the thoughts almost drove her crazy. He appeared in the confusion between her memory and reality. She saw him, and he also saw her. The two of them stared at each other, and then he disappeared into the air.

In her life and air, he is everywhere.

Every time she thinks of him, there will be a burst of pain in her heart, and it is precisely because she thinks of him that she works harder to learn magic. She must avenge him. She can't let him sacrifice his name in vain.

The blood is almost clean. Zhou Xiaoxiao stood up and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Her body was much more relaxed. She pulled off a piece of cloth to bandage the wound, stood up and walked a few steps, and simply pushed the door open.

Outside the door, there is a beautiful autumn color.

The autumn color was stronger, and the grass was withered and the trees were yellow. She took a small bench and sat down at the door. In front of her is the cliff.

This is a house built on the edge of a cliff. Because there are too many beasts and poisonous insects on this mountain, almost no one usually comes. This also provides her with convenient conditions to practice magic, and the mountains are so huge that her enemies can't find it for a while.

This house was originally used by the patriarch's master to live in seclusion, but now, Zhou Xiaoxiao has come again. One person stepped in the footsteps of another person, came from afar and returned to the origin.

Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at the foot of the cliff. Far away, the place almost jumped out of her vision. It was a small black spot, which should be the village where she lived before, with her best memory in the world.

Those memories have passed and will never come back, and she will leave eternal life in pain.

What Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't know was that the black spot she saw from a distance was not the village she once lived in. At this moment, Miao Gu is already rotten and smelly. In the cold autumn air, the body lay on the path, enduring the torture of maggots and decay.

They died half a month ago.

It was the morning after the death of King Goku, and a chicken bark cut through the sky. Many women opened their eyes, but everything in the room was shrouded in darkness.

Why is it still dark? Many mothers-in-law asked.

The chicken crow should be at dawn, and some good people should walk out of the house. As soon as I opened the door, a light blue smoke rushed in.

"Oh, it's bad, it's miasma!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already fallen at the door.

The miasma is like a man with a gloomy smile on his face, walking door to door along the cracks and windows. Many people who haven't got up saw a pale blue face in their dreams, and that face was smiling ferociously at them!

When the patriarch heard the chicken crow, he immediately got up. However, when he found that it was still night, he was covered with white hair and sweat. What's going on? The patriarch immediately thought of the death of the king. This must be the man who came back again.

This time, his goal is the whole village! What the hell is he going to do?

The patriarch made a hasty decision, woke up his mother-in-law, opened the tunnel at home, and everyone got in. The patriarch is very anxious. Will his clan be destroyed?

However, the patriarch clearly knows that something may have happened outside that he can't even control. He must preserve his strength, and the young and old are counting on him. If something happens, he will be headless.

The patriarch also entered the tunnel. Their tunnel was connected to the altar and the outside. The patriarch ordered his wife to leave the village first, and he arrived later. The patriarch walked into the altar alone.

When he climbed up the tunnel, he saw the light blue smoke around the altar. Then, in the dark, he saw fire and people.

The firelight surrounded the altar into a circle. The figure, with its back to the firelight, rushed to the southeast. When the patriarch saw the moving face, he suddenly thought of a person.

A person who has died.

The figure slowly turned around, and the patriarch saw the face. It was a pale face with a sneering face. How similar is the look on that face to the King of gu?

However, he is not the king of gi.

He was just a person who should have died. In those years, the king let him go softly and let him die. Unexpectedly, he did not die, but practiced a good skill.

"Psong, it's been many years, and we finally met again!" The man said, with a mocking sneer on his face.

The patriarch said coldly, "Yes, I haven't seen you for many years. You haven't died yet? Thinking of my brother, after all, he is kind and soft-hearted and let you go, a traitor, otherwise, there will be no such right and wrong today!"