Bloody Kyoto

"Sir?" The middle-aged man called out when he saw that the man remained silent for a long time.

Zhao Moyan snapped out of his reverie, his expression calm, and replied methodically, "It is true that your wife's luck was stolen, but simply having one's luck stolen would not be fatal. There are other suspicious circumstances surrounding her death."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man was first taken aback, then his eyes changed drastically. He turned around and ran wildly toward the carriage where the deceased was, his steps hurried and flustered, kicking up a cloud of dust.

When he got off the train, he seemed to have lost his mind and became completely deranged.

He lunged at the guard, snatched the knife from the guard's body, and without hesitation slashed it hard at his own arm, blood gushing out instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he ran to Zhao Moyan at lightning speed, stretched out his injured arm with trembling hands, and shouted hoarsely, "Blood, give you blood, kill that bastard!"

He was completely devastated. Some of the words his third grandfather had said earlier were still echoing in his ears. He had originally thought that his wife had willingly given her life to that so-called wicked child.

But when he heard the person in front of him say that taking away one's luck would not cause death, he examined the lady's body.

Sure enough, his neck, beneath the high collar of his clothes, was covered with shocking bruises; it was clear that his wife had been strangled to death.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Moyan quickly took out a clean white handkerchief from his bosom and gently and swiftly pressed it onto his wound.

The handkerchief quickly became soaked with blood, its pure white color instantly turning a glaring red.

"That's enough."

After saying that, he added with concern, "Master Lu, you should go and get your wound bandaged quickly."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old steward, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, hurriedly pulled the family physician over.

Having obtained the blood, Zhao Moyan did not linger any longer. He bowed to Master Lu and immediately took his leave.

He had only taken a few steps when Master Lu's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Sir, the real culprit is the one inside your body, isn't it?"

Zhao Moyan paused, turned his head to look back, and answered seriously and affirmatively, "Yes."

"Could you please return Gouya's body after you've dealt with this wicked creature?"

As Master Lu spoke, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, his face full of pleading.

He knew perfectly well that the reason the lady was willing to give her fortune to that wretched child was for Gouya, that silly girl who only knew how to eat.

Rather than the real evil that has awakened.

Therefore, no matter what, he wanted to protect Gouya's body.

Those around him, including the busy guards, maids, and servants, all knelt down upon seeing this, forming a dense, dark mass of kneeling figures.

Zhao Moyan did not agree immediately. He knew in his heart that the ancestor was thinking about torturing Qin Lanyue all the time, and torturing someone would inevitably lead to the loss of their body.

He was somewhat embarrassed and could only turn his gaze to the ancestor, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Li Nanle really wanted to torture Qin Lanyue, but there would be other opportunities in the future. It wouldn't hurt to let her die a little easier this time.

She nodded at Zhao Moyan.

Only then did he nod in agreement to Master Lu.

Master Lu was immediately moved to tears, prostrated himself on the ground, and respectfully performed a deep bow.

The reason I asked Qin Lanyue to use magic to draw a map to find her the previous times was because she had changed bodies and I had no idea where she had moved to.

The reason she is only using Master Lu's blood now is because her body now carries Master Lu's bloodline.

However, even if there is a blood connection, it may not be possible to find it, since Qin Lanyue is a witch, and it is relatively easy for her to block the method of bloodline tracking.

A drop of bright red blood floated in front of Zhao Moyan. He quickly made a hand gesture, muttered incantations, stared intently at the drop of blood, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The drop of blood floated in the air and then slowly spun around before returning to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Zhao Moyan and Li Nanle's expressions instantly darkened, and the atmosphere became somewhat oppressive.

"Finding her now is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Li Nanle pursed his lips, his eyes seemingly burning with anger.

Zhao Moyan glanced in the direction of the Lu family. At this moment, the Lu family was preparing to set off into the city. The carriages were already harnessed, and the accompanying personnel had all boarded the carriages and mounted their horses.

"Perhaps we can also search based on the portrait," Zhao Moyan said after a moment's thought.

Li Nanle disagreed, "Compared to blocking bloodline tracking methods, disguising oneself seems easier."

Zhao Moyan smiled and comforted him, "Ancestor, I have another skill: no matter how a person disguises themselves, they can't escape my eyes."

After saying that, he added, "When I first met you, ancestor, I could tell that you shouldn't be like that."

Li Nanle was puzzled and asked doubtfully, "No, I have never disguised myself. I just applied makeup skillfully."

Zhao Moyan raised an eyebrow, a confident smile on his face, and explained, "Ancestor, I look at bone age. You've made yourself look older through makeup, and that's the biggest flaw."

“That doesn’t make sense either. People who have suffered a lot can look like they’re 40 even at 20,” Li Nanle retorted.

"Indeed, but the traces of suffering can be seen on such a person's face at a glance, which is completely different from your makeup skills."

Zhao Moyan explained patiently, a gentle smile always on his face.

Li Nanle gave him a thumbs up and sincerely praised, "Young Master Zhao is observant and versatile. The old master admires him."

Zhao Moyan laughed heartily, his cheerful laughter breaking the somewhat somber atmosphere: "Then please wait a moment, Ancestor, I will go and ask them if they have any portraits."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the Lu family.

"Okay, hurry back." Li Nanle nodded as she watched his retreating figure.

About half an hour later, Zhao Moyan hurriedly returned with a portrait in his hand.

Li Nanle looked closely and saw that the ink on it was still wet, so it seemed to have been painted just now.

Zhao Moyan gently shook the painting to help it dry faster, and said:

"This painting was done by that Mr. Lu himself. He said he had no business acumen and had handed over the family business to his wife. Since he had nothing to do, he learned some arts and crafts to appear cultured."

Li Nanle looked at the painting, nodded slightly, and then asked with some concern, "However, can you tell her original skeletal structure just from the portrait?"

"Of course not!" Zhao Moyan blew on the painting to make sure it was almost dry before carefully handing it to Li Nanle. "Ancestor, put it inside."

Li Nanle took the painting and put it into his space. He then heard him continue, "Portraits cannot reveal bone structure, so when Master Lu was painting the portrait, I asked the servants of the Lu family about the height, shoulder width, hand size, and other physical characteristics of that silly girl."

Hearing him say that, Li Nanle felt relieved.