Chapter 544 Deep Enmity of the Northern Underworld

Mr. Mingyue couldn't help talking and banged into the door.

Huo Ran woke up and turned over and jumped up. When he saw that it was Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing who broke in, he took a breath and complained, "Oh, Brother Mingyue, you scared me to death and shocked me with a good dream!"

When Mr. Mingyue saw that the enchanted messenger was fine, he also took a breath and sighed, "I'm not. Fortunately, the enchanted brother is fine. It's okay."

The enchanted messenger smiled bitterly and said, "I slept well. What can I do? What? Seeing that your faces are not right and your eyebrows are locked, what's the matter? Don't you think I haven't woken up yet? Are you urging me to go? Or did Brother Huhaner neglect you and take good care of you?

Before the soul messenger finished speaking, Mr. Mingyue sighed, "Brother Soul, something big has happened. Come with us."

The soul messenger thought that Mingyue was shocked and laughed. When he looked at Feng Cailing, he also looked panicked. He held Mr. Mingyue's arm tightly, as if he had seen something terrible.

The soul messenger put on his clothes, came out with them, and forced a smile, "What's the big deal? I slept very peacefully. It's rare to be so quiet in Huhan's courtyard.

Mr. Mingyue sighed and said, "People's lives are at risk. Why isn't it a big deal? I'm afraid that only three of us are living people in the whole courtyard. The bodies in the front yard are naturally very quiet.

The enchanted messenger was stunned and said, "What are you talking about? Are they all dead?"

The soul messenger swept out of the front yard with Mingyue and Feng Cailing. Fortunately, Mingyue talked to him and was preconceive. Even so, when he saw so many corpses, he still gasped coldly. He didn't believe that it was true in front of him, and he couldn't say a word.

Mr. Mingyue said solemnly, "Last night, Princess Feng Cailing and I slept late. I heard something outside and thought it was the maids and servants who walked around and didn't care. Who would have thought that as soon as I left the door and walked leisurely in the courtyard this morning, I smelled blood and almost fell when I came here. I was afraid that the ghost brother would also be poisoned, so I rushed to shock you.

The enchanted messenger's face was more solemn. He was kicked in several courtyards and doors, and only saw the bodies of maids and servants. The dead scars had knife marks and sword marks, and some were obviously cut off by a lightsaber. The corpses were separated, but without exception, all of them all died in their sleep. The murderers must have taken action. Hurry up.

The soul messenger's face became more and more solemn. He and Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing went around the whole manor, but they didn't find a living mouth. Finally, the soul messenger suddenly thought of Hu Haner and exclaimed, "Where's Brother Hu Han'er? Hu Han'er!"

I searched the main room of the main hall, and there was no trace of Hu Han'er.

The three skimmed the ridge again and looked around. Feng Cailing suddenly said, "Here!"

In the corner of the flower bed outside the front hall, there was Hu Han'er's body lying.

The soul messenger shouted when he saw it: "Brother Huhaner! Hu Han'er!"

The three rushed forward and saw that Hu Haner's fat and round face had already been pale and twisted, and they still couldn't close their eyes.

What surprised the three people most was that they saw that Hu Haner's fingers were stained with condensed blood, and on the luxurious fur coat on her chest, there was a crescent like a crescent, as if it were really painted on the verge of death.

Mr. Mingyue almost fell down and muttered, "It's such a despicable method to blame others and frame! What a bad means!"

Feng Cailing was shocked and said, "If we hadn't searched inside and outside, how could we find Hu Han'er's body? Obviously, this was a conspiracy deliberately manipulated by the murderer."

Mr. Mingyue said, "Brother, I didn't kill him!"

The enchanted messenger nodded and saw the body of his old friend. How could he not cry and sighed sadly: "I know that the murderer is fierce and domineering, and it is by no means from the hands of one person. With your power alone, even if you add Feng Cailing, you can't kill many people silently in an instant, unless you add me!"

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing were secretly shocked. Feng Cailing said, "It must have been the traitors of Beiming Jiuyou. They had no chance of defeating us, but they killed Hu Han'er's family up and down, with the intention of putting the blame on us!"

The enchanted messenger held his old friend's body, but he was extremely sober and nodded, "They must have done it!" We are all sleeping and don't live in the same place. There are many masters among the rebel generals in Beiming. I guess they are not afraid of us, but deliberately blame others. In this way, the rebel generals in Beiming can spread the messengers from the Ice Valley to kill innocent people everywhere, and their rebellion will become famous!"

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing listened thrillingly. Mr. Mingyue sighed, "Although we don't know how many kings Beiming Jiuyou has rebelled, we can also count. Soul Brother, according to your inference, which traitors were the people who killed last night?"

The enchanted messenger muttered: "After seeing so many dead servants, they can kill so quickly. The only people who kill and without a trace are Tian Can Left Envoy, the Pluto, the Pluto, the Holy King Wheel King and their men have such skills, but the Wheel King is the tenth hall of the Ten Halls of Hell, and his martial arts and magic are the highest. He holds his own identity. I won't do such a despicable thing. Therefore, Huhan'er Manmen was either killed by the King of Hell and his subordinate ghosts, or slaughtered by Tianhan and the limbs and intellectuals under his throne. Only they can be ferocious to the extreme.

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing were silent. Feng Cailing advocated tearing off the crescent-like blood-stained clothes painted on Huhan'er's body, but Mr. Mingyue shook his head and said, "This is tantamount to painting snakes to add feet. The clear people are clear, and the turbid people are turbid, which makes people suspect that we have destroyed the corpses."

The enchanted messenger sighed, "That being said, Huhan'er is my old friend after all. I have known him for ten years since the Western Regions. Now that he has died tragically, I have to bury him well to meet Huhan'er's spirit in heaven."

Mingyue and Feng Cailing nodded.

The enchanted messenger said, "Pick out our horses and sleigh, and I will carry Hu Han'er's body to buy a coffin, and the rest of the servants up and down can't take care of it. A fire is burned."

Feng Cailing said, "As Mingyue said, if we burn a fire, isn't it really suspected of destroying the body?"

The enchanted messenger laughed and said, "The Beiming rebels can do such despicable things. No matter what, they will always be wronged to me."

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing silently went to the stable and took out the horse and sleigh. The soul messenger had lit candles, set fire everywhere, untied Hu Han'er's blood clothes, and threw them into the blazing fire.

The soul messenger picked up Huhan'er's body, did not go on the sleigh, looked up to the sky and sighed, and strode out of the courtyard.

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing hurriedly chased out of the sleigh. Knowing that the enchanted messenger was extremely sad, they followed him to the city and found the coffin shop. At this time, the street was already in chaos and went to the richest Huhan's farm in the city to put out the fire. The fire was so strong that it could not be saved.

Mr. Mingyue could only sigh and followed the soul messenger to the coffin shop. The shopkeeper was sleepy and heard the shouts on the street. He came out to see the bustle. He met the soul messenger holding the dead body and sat on the ground with a scared buttocks.

Mr. Mingyue threw out a few ingots of gold and silver and shouted, "If you want a good coffin and a good birthday gown, go!"

The soul messenger shook his head and said, "As long as the coffin is buried naked according to the customs of our Western Regions. Come on, go on.

Mr. Mingyue nodded.

When the coffin shop clerk saw the gold and silver, he didn't care who was holding the deceased. He quickly called the other clerks in the store and carried out the good red sandalwood coffin with his hands and eight feet. He carried down the dead body without the command of the soul messenger. According to the custom, he had to untied the clothes and mort.

One of the guys was shocked and said, "Isn't this the owner of Huhaner!"

The enchanted messenger nodded sadly and said, "Well, it's my old friend for many years. You don't have to say more. Hurry up. Is there any suitable cemetery outside the city?"

The guys hurriedly said, "Yes!"

The soul messenger said, "After installing the coffin, nailed the coffin and carried it."

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing were inconvenient to see. They came out of the coffin and waited. Feng Cailing said, "I'm afraid that the soul brother will be sad and can't eat. We bought some vegetarian food and took it on the way. At least we advised him to eat some. Now that we have gone to Beiming Youdu, we have obviously entered the Longtan Tiger Cave. They have already prepared traps waiting for us to jump in. Shall we still go?

Mr. Mingyue said, "They killed Huhan'er, and we have to go. We are going to ask for revenge for Huhan'er."

The soul messenger came out and said, "Brother Mingyue is right. We should go more. Whether it is Beiyou, there are thousands of dangers. Whether it is the remnants of heaven or the emperor Yan Luogan, blood will be paid for by blood!"

Mr. Mingyue nodded and said, "Princess Feng Cailing, our whereabouts are under the control of the traitors. We can't stay here for a long time until Hu Han'er is buried. I'm going to put you in a safe place, and only Brother Gouhun and I will rush to the capital on the bank of the Underworld Sea.

Feng Cailing shook her head and said seriously, "Don't you understand my heart yet? How can we be separated? If you want to die, you will die together!"

Mr. Mingyue's heart was shocked. He held Feng Cailing's hand tightly and said thousands of words. He didn't know what to say, but nodded a little.

The enchanted messenger led the clerk of the coffin shop, carried Huhan'er's coffin, and an elderly worker in the store knocked on the magic weapon, recited the scriptures of the Quran, and carried it all the way to the tomb in the west of the city to bury Huhan'er.

Although Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing did not understand the customs of the Western Regions or the Western Turks, they still saluted the grave of the sincere and calm Western merchants Jia Huhaner, sighing that he did not want to be involved in the dispute but eventually died because of it.

Mr. Mingyue persuaded the sad soul messenger to get back on the sled and embarked on the journey.

The soul messenger beat the horse and whips, lost the pain of friends, and gathered the anger of the despicable means to rebel against the Northern Ming. He couldn't wait to drive out of this hundred and 20 miles and rush to the Beiming Youdu in one breath.