Although Zhuang Qingyun felt that there was no way to talk about it, he had no choice but to believe in Qin Wuyan's nonsense for the time being. After all, forcing Yu Mo to death at this time would not be of any benefit to the entire priest's house.
Even if Zhuang Xiaoyu's grave is safe, with Yu Mo's status as the eldest lady of the Mo family, the Mo family army might even dig up Zhuang Xiaoyu's grave with its bottom turned upside down.
Even if Qin Wuyan didn't think about the people of Yuecheng and the people in the priest's mansion, he would think about Zhuang Xiaoyu.
The sky was dimly lit up.
Qin Wuyan watched Zhuang Qingyun leave, picked up the Langhao pen again, and continued to write something...
Zhuang Qingyun ordered people to block all news in the priest's mansion, and let the wizard and witch doctor 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 tied up by his personal guards, more than a dozen of his personal guards were seriously injured by him...
The aristocratic family handed in invitations at this time, wanting to ask to see the high priest, but Zhuang Qingyun could only order someone to refuse.
Qin Wuyan still locked himself in the bedroom as before, and did not take half a step out of the bedroom door.
During the day, Zhuang Qingyun dealt with the outside world, but at night, he had to deal with the trivial matters in the priest's mansion, review 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 the bedroom for Qin Wuyan at every turn, and he was already used to the situation of not eating or drinking and not seeing people, so he didn't notice anything unusual...
The paperwork on the table was only half processed, and the butler hurried over: "Master Qingyun, it's bad, Mr. Qingmu is about to die."
Zhuang Qingyun: "..."
Zhuang Qingyun threw away the document in his hand and stood up: "When did it happen? Why did you come to tell me now? Does the high priest know?"
The housekeeper shook his head: "The old slave went to the high priest just now, but was stopped, saying that the high priest didn't want to see anyone tonight, and no matter what happened, don't go to the high priest, so the old slave had no choice but to come to you.
The old slave went to see Mr. Aoki, Mr. Aoki was already rotten all over, that miserable state... I really couldn't bear to look at it directly.
Unless Master Qingmu sends someone to inform the old slave about the matter in Mr. Qingmu’s courtyard, otherwise, it is impossible for the old slave to know about it..."
Zhuang Qingyun strode into Qingmu's courtyard, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and smelled a soaring rotten smell, like a rotting corpse exposed to the air...
Zhuang Qingyun couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, walked to the side of the bed, lifted the curtain, and saw Aoki covered with a thick layer of bedding, his cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be soaked with poisonous juice , full of jealousy and resentment, but almost speechless.
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Qingmu, feeling distressed, "Qingmu, why did you become like this?"
As he spoke, he immediately called the witch doctor over.
Aoki wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from the corner of his lips. Only then did Zhuang Qingyun see clearly that his mouth was full of fuzzy flesh and blood, only the skin next to his lips was barely intact... ..
But Zhuang Qingyun still endured the stench, moved closer, and asked, "What did you say first?"
"Yu Mo... Yu Mo..." Aoki's throat made an indistinct sound, as if it was blocked by phlegm.
However, Zhuang Qingyun misunderstood Qing Mu's meaning, and replied: "Yu Mo has been ordered to die by the high priest, and he cannot save you..."
Hearing this, Aoki suddenly twitched the corners of his lips, revealing a strange smile, as if his revenge had been avenged, he spat out a few words with all his strength: "Kill me! I...not even a ghost... ...will let her go..."