Chapter 66

Sang Yuanyuan slowly looked down and found a small hand tugging at her skirt.

In that instant, she felt as if her soul had left her body.

Her gaze seemed to be glued to the small hand that was grabbing onto her skirt, unable to move away no matter how hard she tried.

After a while, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

This was a human hand.

It wasn't a puppet's hand.

Although the small hand was white and tender, she could still see that it was made of wood.

It wasn't like the hand in front of her, which looked like real flesh and blood.

Sang Yuanyuan's legs went soft. She calmed herself down and looked up the small hand — it was a plump little girl with two braids. She looked to be about five or six years old, and her eyes were big and black, like a deer's.

"Sister Ping Ping is inside. There's candy to eat."

The little girl pointed at the second victim's courtyard.

This victim's surname was Mu. He was a teacher and had a good reputation.

A woman ran over and slapped the little girl's hand. She smiled at Sang Yuanyuan with embarrassment, "This little girl doesn't know any better. Please don't take offense."

Sang Yuanyuan looked back and saw that You Wuming had already entered the courtyard.

She smiled at the woman and asked, "Is there no one living here?"

The woman looked around and replied in a low voice, "Yes.

How pitiful, Mr. Mu is alone and hasn't found a wife in his thirties. He has no relatives to send him off. Ah, it's a pity that good people don't have good karma!

The house has been confiscated and will be sold in a few days. "

Sang Yuanyuan asked, "Does this Mr. Mu often do good deeds?"

"Yes!"

The woman nodded heavily, "It's because he often helps the neighbors that he hasn't saved enough money to marry a wife. Ah!

Young women these days have eyes but can't recognize jade. If you ask me, if you can marry such a gentleman, you'll have someone to rely on for the rest of your life, right?

Why do you need money? Money!

Every time this is mentioned, Mr. Mu can only shake his head and smile bitterly! "

The little girl was still muttering, "Mr. Mu gives Sister Ping Ping candy to eat …"

Sang Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows and asked, "Who is Sister Ping Ping?"

The woman hurriedly looked around and whispered, "It's the child of the Wang family at the end of the alley. He went missing last year."

The girl pointed at the courtyard and giggled. "Sister Ping Ping is eating sweets inside!"

The woman slapped the little girl until she cried and scolded, "What nonsense!

If I hear you talking nonsense again, I'll tear your mouth apart! "

She didn't say anything more. She picked up the little girl and held her under her arm before leaving in a hurry.

Sang Yuanyuan slowly turned his gaze to the deserted courtyard that had lost its owner.

"Sister Ping Ping is inside. Do you want candy?" She repeated the girl's words in a low voice as she caught up with You Wuming.

You Wuming crossed his arms and stood lazily in the courtyard, his eyes drifting around as he observed his surroundings.

This Mister Mu was a teacher when he was alive and had a good reputation. Just by looking at his residence, one could tell that he lived a very poor life.

"Benevolent and charitable." You Wuming chuckled as he sauntered into the room.

Sang Yuanyuan caught up with him and tilted her head to look at him.

You Wuming's gaze was a little empty as he said casually, "In the past, the one surnamed Ming also liked to meddle in other people's business.

But he had a rule. "

Sang Yuanyuan looked at him curiously.

It was rare for him to be touched today and mention Mister Ming again.

"To help others, you need to not harm yourself.

He's not a saint. "

He said lightly as he casually flipped through the furnishings in the house.

Sang Yuanyuan stopped and pondered for a moment. She deeply agreed.

Mister Ming was actually a person who lived a very transparent life.

If he had extra energy, he would help others and reap happiness.

If he forcefully helped others when he didn't have enough energy, he would often be met with resentment and regret.

She nodded lightly. "So, this Mister Mu is willing to live a poor and lonely life to help his neighbors. Either he's a saint, or …"

You Wuming chuckled. "He has other motives.

Compensation, concealment, and obsession with reputation. "

Sang Yuanyuan said, "That's not necessarily the case.

There are always some people in the world who have very little material desires. They are satisfied with just food and clothing, and the rest of their money is used to do good deeds and reap happiness from it. "

You Wuming laughed. "Silly Guozi!

That's a saint. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

He smiled and hugged her. "What do you think a saint is like?

Must they be worshipped in a temple?

No, no, no. There are saints everywhere. Maybe after a thousand years, you and I will also be molded into saints. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… Why do I feel like you're scolding me?"

"My little Guozi."

He looked down at her and smiled. "I can't even wait to love you, how can I bear to scold you?"

Sang Yuanyuan felt her heart skip a beat and her ears heat up. She hurriedly struggled out of his arms and pretended to be calm. "I heard some unusual news just now. Do you want to hear it?"

You Wuming narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a smile, like a fox.

She said, "A girl went missing on this street last year. Another little girl seemed to have seen this Mr. Mu give candy to the missing girl."

You Wuming raised his eyebrows. "That's strange.

Isn't it normal for a good person to give candy to a little girl? Why did she keep thinking about it from last year until now? "

"So the little girl must have seen something unusual," Sang Yuanyuan said. "It's a pity that she's too young, so I won't be able to get anything out of her."

"Then you can only look for it yourself." You Wuming pulled out the big black knife on his back.

Sang Yuanyuan thought he was going to tear this place down.

Unexpectedly, You Wuming only politely poked and patted here and there with the back of the knife.

"Could it be that there's something unusual in this house?" Sang Yuanyuan asked. "Haven't the You Ying Squad already investigated it?"

He smiled carelessly. "First impressions are the strongest. They sympathize with the victim, so they won't dig into his background."

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment and nodded in realization.

You Wuming was extremely insightful when it came to judging people and situations.

She looked at his moving figure and thought to herself, If Mr. Ming was still here, he would also be a master of both wisdom and martial arts.

Such a master still couldn't escape the word 'love'. It really made people wring their hands.

On second thought, she thought of something and her scalp suddenly felt numb.

If she disappeared for several years and appeared again, how could he resist when she pounced on You Wuming and kissed him?

If she put herself in his shoes, when Mr. Ming was plotted against by Kang Yanji, he might have been alerted, but …

When she thought of this, her heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed by needles.

"You Wuming!" She blurted out.

He turned around and saw that her eyes were faintly red and there were tears in them.

His expression changed drastically. He rushed to her side and grabbed her shoulders, protecting her in his arms.

"What's wrong?"

Murderous intent overflowed from his eyes as he looked around.

"I don't want to leave your side for the rest of my life," she said.

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, then he laughed. "Little Sang Guo …"

He kissed her hard on the forehead. His eyes were full of smugness as he said casually, "We're investigating a case. We can talk about our love talk in bed later."

He hugged her in his arms and patted her twice, then he let go of her and walked to the corner of the room.

She said, "But if something happens, I'd rather you kill me than let someone else use my body to do evil things."

You Wuming paused in his steps.

After a while, he turned his handsome face. "It won't happen."

After a moment of silence, he said, "I'll lock her on the bed and wait for you to come back."

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" She felt inexplicably ashamed and touched at the same time.

He raised his hand and waved. "Come here."

Sang Yuanyuan went over.

He used the tip of his knife to poke at the wooden cabinet in the corner. "There's a secret door here."

Sang Yuanyuan listened attentively and heard a dull and empty echo.

"Enter?"

He raised his saber and split the wooden cabinet in half.

A few long robes fell to the ground. On the wall behind the wooden cabinet, there was a small secret door. The door was chained and locked with a big lock.

Sang Yuanyuan gasped softly. "This is bad. Mu Wanwan has been dead for a few days. If he really locked her inside …"

She would starve to death!

You Wuming neatly swung his saber, broke the chain, and kicked open the secret door.

The broken door fell down the stairs of the secret room. A strong musty smell mixed with a fishy stench rushed up from below.

Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously held her breath. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest.

He stopped her with a backhand.

"I'll bring her up. You release the big-faced flower and prepare to save her."

She knew he was being considerate. He didn't want her to get dirty or see any uncomfortable scenes.

She nodded.

You Wuming casually picked up a loose robe from the ground, sheathed his saber, and jumped down.

Sang Yuanyuan summoned the big-faced flower. The Spirit Containment Vine followed You Wuming's footsteps and climbed down into the secret room.

He glanced around and quickly walked to the inside of the secret room. His palm glowed with a green Spirit Containment Vine. He cut the iron chain on the wall. Then, he wrapped a small body in the long robe in his hand and strode back, holding it with one hand.

As if he was carrying a bag, he put the long robe wrapped in his hand on the couch and said, "She's still a little bit alive.

Little Sang Guo, it's too dark in there. I didn't see anything. "

He cleared his name with a serious expression.

Sang Yuanyuan hurriedly used the Spirit Containment Vine to unwrap the girl's robe and find her face.

She looked to be around thirteen or fourteen years old. Her face was covered with bruises.

Sang Yuanyuan took a light breath and parted her dry lips. The big-faced flower leaned over and squeezed out a green dew full of Spirit Containment Vine into the girl's mouth.

"She can keep her life."

She frowned. "But I'm afraid she'll be traumatized. And her life in the future … won't be easy."

Rumors and slanders could always take people's lives.

You Wuming stepped forward, stretched out two fingers, and pulled open the girl's eyelids.

It turned out that she was already awake, but she refused to open her eyes because she resisted.

You Wuming hooked his lips. "If you can't live anymore, why don't you think about it? Where can it be worse than that cellar?"

The girl's lips moved, and she suddenly screamed hoarsely. Then, she started to cry with a strange voice that didn't stop for a long time.

When she cried enough, You Wuming said gloomily, "Let me tell you where it's worse. Being buried in the ground, your whole body is about to explode, but you can't explode. Oh, your throat, chest, fingers, it's like they're stuffed with red-hot iron with jagged teeth. You can't die, can't live, for a long, long time … as long as a lifetime."

"See, death isn't as easy as you think." He said lightly.

Sang Yuanyuan stared at him in a daze.

She didn't know if this kind of 'comfort' would work or not.

But there was one thing that he was right about. No matter how bad the situation was in the future, no matter how hurtful the rumors were, in the end, it wouldn't be worse than being locked up in the dark underground and being tortured.

He himself was a person who had died before.

So he was never afraid of people's words. No matter how people talked about him, he only did what he wanted.

How could a person like him send the You Ying Squad out to kill those people who talked about him behind his back — he didn't care at all!

Then who was doing these things?

Sang Yuanyuan secretly thought as she directed the big-faced flower to treat the girl.

After an hour, the big-faced flower's Ning Lu had healed the girl's internal and external injuries.

She struggled to get up, saying that she wanted to go home.

The girl who had been tortured didn't dare to trust anyone.

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming watched as she left the demonic courtyard step by step, walking towards the end of the alley.

"Will she get better?" Sang Yuanyuan asked softly.

You Wuming smiled, "It depends on you."

She nodded and looked around the courtyard behind her — the second 'victim', Mr. Mu, was also a bad guy who deserved to die.

When the girl disappeared from their sight, Sang Yuanyuan quietly stretched out her arm from behind and hugged You Wuming's waist.

Then she put her cheek on his back.

Listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat, she said softly, "You Wuming, it's so similar to you."

After all, there was a bottom line.

"Pfft," You Wuming moved his body, "It's too early to say this now."

"Mm." She rubbed her cheek against him and smiled, "We have to confirm everything."

He held her little hand and left the courtyard.

They went to the residence of the next victim.

…

By dawn, You Wuming and Sang Yuanyuan had figured out the details of the seven victims who had lost their hearts.

Without exception, they were all people who deserved to die!

"From the looks of it, the two You Ying Guards who died that day were also suspicious!" Sang Yuanyuan muttered.

You Wuming took out a jade slip and ordered a thorough investigation of the two people's residences.

At this moment, the sky had just turned white. Sang Yuanyuan stared at the pale blue city shrouded in morning fog, and her gaze gradually became distant.

She seemed to see a nimble little figure leaping on roofs and walls, shuttling back and forth in this big city. A pair of black, inorganic eyes stared at the shadowy corners. No matter how dark the moss was, it couldn't escape its eyes.

She seemed to see that beautiful little face puffed up in anger, and its lips were tightly pursed. If it could speak, it would definitely say —

"Murder, I'm angry, so I killed people!

I'm bad!

I'm very, very bad! "

But it only killed those criminals who were never discovered.

If You Wuming didn't discover this, caught it, and executed it, after a long, long time, when the truth came out, wouldn't You Wuming regret it?

It wanted him to be sad and regretful, it wanted his heart to be twisted by a knife.

Many children had tried to hurt themselves, wanting their parents to regret.

This was a child who longed for love.

She told You Wuming her conclusion in a low voice.

He laughed until he couldn't stand straight. He patted her head and said with a big laugh: "You're thinking too much, Little Sang Guo!

It just wanted to see if the heart of the person who did that kind of thing would really turn black! "

"En, en, en, you're right!" She nodded perfunctorily.

This man, she really understood him too well!

"Little Sang Guo," You Wuming suddenly narrowed his long eyes, a naughty smile on his lips, "I was thinking, if I worked a bit harder, would I not have to pay the Judicial Sector a salary?"

Sang Yuanyuan stared blankly for a while, not understanding what he was saying.

He bent down, his deep breathing falling into her ears: "You and I are making love on the bed, it's outside punishing evil, killing two birds with one stone."

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …"

He laughed happily and carried her into the study.

"Bring over all the files that were not convicted this year." He knocked on the table, ordering the guards outside the study.

Very quickly, the table in front of him was piled up with a small mountain of books.

He lazily wrapped his arms around her, pulling the files one by one in front of him. He glanced over them and then threw them to the side.

Sang Yuanyuan did not have time to clearly see what was written on them.

"What are you looking for?"

He glanced at her and faintly smiled: "The next dead person."

Sang Yuanyuan: "?"

Although she didn't quite understand, seeing his sharp and focused appearance, her heart felt very calm.

A handsome and reliable man, who wouldn't like him?

She struggled out of his arms, walked into the room, picked up the files that he had thrown everywhere, and stacked them to the side.

After picking up a few files, she saw him impatiently waving his hand: "Come here."

She walked to his side: "Hm?"

"You're disturbing me by swaying here and there!

You're wasting my time! "He said with disdain. His big hand pulled her into his embrace, not letting go.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Clearly, this is even more of a waste of time, okay?

She glanced at him and saw his thin lips curl up a little, his eyes full of satisfaction.

It was like sitting under the warm sun stroking a cat.

She couldn't help but smile, nestling softly in his arms.

The morning sun slowly climbed up the windowsill.

A 'gu came to see him with a stack of confessions: "My lord, Qin Yuchi has finished confessing. This subordinate has repeatedly checked and found no inconsistencies, but the content is a little … … absurd."

You Wuming waved his hand: "Leave it.

Let him write a letter to Qin Province's King.

After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, let him write a new one, until I tell him to stop. "

A 'gu didn't understand, but he didn't ask. He cupped his hands and said: "Yes!

This subordinate will do it right away! "

A 'gu left the study.

You Wuming continued to flip through the files on the desk.

By noon, a small hill of scrolls had been thrown to the ground by him.

"Let's go." He took her hand.

"Aren't we going to deal with Qin Yuchi's matter?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

You Wuming smiled: "There's no hurry.

The thing we have to do now is more important. "

Sang Yuanyuan nodded silently.

Dolls was indeed more important.

Although it killed bad people, it was still a great hidden danger to let it go out and kill people.

Moreover, Dolls had such a close relationship with him, if something happened … …

Sang Yuanyuan soon realized that she was thinking too much.

You Wuming scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the palace.

He kicked the door shut, hugged her directly, and flipped onto the bed.

Sang Yuanyuan, whose clothes had been stripped off so quickly: "?"

"Isn't there something important?" She asked in horror.

You Wuming smiled wickedly: "This is the most important thing."

He carefully put the clothes he took off to the side, tied the belt, and arranged them neatly.

"Lure it out." You Wuming smiled mysteriously. Their thin lips were close, and they could smell each other's breaths.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart suddenly trembled.

"Guozi," his voice was low and seductive, "Last time in Ji Province, you said that you lacked feelings, right?"

He hugged her tightly, the tip of his nose touching hers. His thin lips were neither close nor far from her, and he laughed lowly: "What counts as feelings, hm?

Teach me! "

His large, calloused palm was extremely disobedient, and he covered her body.

"Is it like this?" His five fingers slightly exerted force.

She opened her mouth to cry out, and he took advantage of her weakness to kiss her thoroughly.

His breath was hot today, and the unique fragrance of flowers lingered around her body. She was flustered, and he opened her arms.

"You Wuming …" She temporarily forgot everything, and when his lips left hers for a moment, she unconsciously called out his name.

His breathing gradually deepened.

Finally, he used a little strength and once again brought his little Guozi into his mouth.

Looking at her fair face gradually flushing red, he was extremely happy. He kept pecking at the corner of her lips and eyes, and sometimes fiercely took away her breath.

He was impudent to the extreme.

It was as if she could see him on the battlefield brandishing a sword to kill the enemy, open and closed, extremely neat, extremely arrogant, and extremely unrestrained.

"Sang Guo, my Sang Guo …"

His low and hoarse voice lingered in her ears.

She felt her soul fly into the air.

She didn't know whether it was the sky or the sea in front of her, but she was sometimes thrown high, and sometimes fell heavily.

She couldn't help it.

"You Wuming …"

Her whispers drilled into his heart, and endless sweetness surrounded him. He already didn't know how to love the person in his arms.

"Little Sang Guo, I really want to eat you." He said hatefully.

She opened her misty eyes.

"Go eat …"

This kind of smile and voice was like flowers, like honey, and like wine.

He only felt a wave of dizziness.

He hugged her tightly, and let the hidden beast in his heart go completely crazy.

She could only hold on to him, like a drowning person holding on to a straw.

But this straw couldn't save her at all. Instead, it brought her deeper into the abyss.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she felt him reach out and pull her out of the clouds.

She sat up in a daze, listening to his low chuckle in her ear.

"Sang Guo." His voice sounded extremely happy. "You're not Sang Guo, you're Little Guozi.

I have something important to do today, but I'll let you enjoy yourself next time. "

She composed herself, and looked at him.

She saw that he had already put on his clothes, and was quickly putting them on her body.

"It's time to go!"

After putting on his clothes, he picked her up. After taking two steps, he saw that she was still in a daze, so he laughed and carried her out of the palace. He leapt onto the back of Shang Ming, and like an arrow leaving a bow, they flew out of Imperial City.

"Lu Le Cheng." His voice returned to its cold calm. "In half a year, there are already three families who have sued him for abandoning them, and causing them to commit suicide."

Sang Yuanyuan came back to her senses, and lightly nodded.

This kind of scum who deliberately led women to commit suicide after getting tired of playing with them, was truly the scum of scum. There was often no way to deal with them.

"You think that the puppet's next target is him?" She asked softly.

"Maybe." You Wuming smiled. "Even if it's not, it doesn't matter. When we get back, we'll …"

A thick evil intent appeared in his black eyes. He lowered his head, and intimately rubbed his chin against her hair.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… You Wuming!"

"Madam, what is it?" He smiled frivolously.

"Have we arrived yet?" She sighed.

He looked up. "Oh, we've arrived."

Sang Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and saw a young woman looking left and right. Then, she quietly snuck through a half-closed black wooden door, and escaped into a medium-sized courtyard.

"This surnamed Lu is amazing!"

Sang Yuanyuan said. "This woman secretly ran over to have a tryst with him. When the time comes, she will commit suicide, and no one will be able to do anything to him."

You Wuming patted Shang Ming's head, and said, "Stand guard outside."

Shang Ming impatiently pushed his hand away, disdaining him for being long-winded.

There were several trees planted in the courtyard, and they were lush and green.

You Wuming hugged Sang Yuanyuan, spread his wings, and lightly flew into the dense branches.

She gently parted the branches in front of her, and looked down.

She saw that the main house's door was tightly shut, and the woman who had sneaked into the courtyard was anxiously knocking on the door. She kept calling out, "Lu Lang, please, see me, see me one more time!"

A moment later, a cold male voice floated out from the house. "Go back, I won't see you again.

Min Banxiang, I can't marry a woman who was unclean before marriage. "

It was a magnetic male voice.

The woman cried. "But my body was given to you!"

The man's cold voice floated out. "So what? You gave it to me so easily, so naturally, you would give it to someone else.

Why should I be responsible for a very casual woman? "

"Lu Lang!" The woman begged. "I really like you!

I'm already yours. If you don't want me, I won't be able to live! "

"Heh." The door opened, and a handsome and tall man walked out.

He looked down at the woman's eyes from above, and his voice lowered a few degrees, full of charm. "Is that so?

If you really dare to die, then I'll believe that you're sincere to me. "

Starlight swirled in his eyes.

The Witch Tribe!

This Lu Le Cheng, he actually used the power of the Witch Tribe's bloodline to trick the women he abandoned to die!

Sang Yuanyuan's heart burned with anger. Just as she was about to explode, she suddenly caught a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eyes.

Her heart trembled, and she looked towards the roof.

She saw a small figure lying on the main roof, lifting up a tile, and sticking his head out to look into the house.

His small hand was holding a large tile, and that tile was even bigger than his face.

Me!

Sang Yuanyuan felt her back relax.

You Wuming had already quietly left her side.