Villain Boss Raiders [Transmigration Book]

"Meng...Uncle Meng, I'm fine."

Ye Fei carefully removed Meng Cang's hand that was covering his eyes, but he saw him frowning, leaning over to look at Mrs. Ye who was lying dead on the ground.

From the appearance of this female corpse, her clothes were disheveled, the dark red blood at the corner of her mouth had solidified, and there was a deep purple pinch mark between her neck.

There was silence in the house.

Zhong Bieli rushed in from outside the house, and found that the eyes from all directions were on him, his eyes widened, his hands spread out, and he almost jumped into a rage and rushed to the roof: "Are you suspicious of me??"

Suspicious indeed.

At this point in time, a strong outer man appeared in the inner courtyard of the dead lady.

Meng Cang glanced at him briefly, then turned his gaze to the seemingly flawless corpse on the ground.

He was not so flustered that he doubted the monk he had known since childhood.

"Come here, take down this demon way and send it to the eminent monk to subdue it."

Covering his sleeves and wiping away his tears, Steward Lin got up from Mrs. Ye's body, glared at Zhong Bieli angrily, and shouted with a voice like a broken gong.

As soon as the voice fell, several young and strong black-clothed servants rushed out from all directions. With quick hands and feet, they beat Zhong Bieli, who was standing at the back, with a short stick.

The latter was stunned for a moment, thinking that this group of mortals would not be able to overcome the big waves, he was careless for a while, and received a sharp blow on the arm, and the feeling of tingling and numbness spread all over his body in an instant.

Zhong Bieli's eyes widened: "You even wiped something on the short stick??"

Steward Lin stood up straight as if returning to the light, with cold eyes: "Master, as a disciple of Qingjing, naturally he will not allow orphans and widows to be bullied at will."

Fang Yesheng was no ordinary disciple.

Over the years, he has basically left the sphere of influence of Qingjingmen, running around for some mundane things.

His talent is average, and he has not advanced but retreated in the realm for many years. He usually collects strange magic weapons and leaves artifacts for his family that can resist foreign enemies, which makes sense.

Zhong Bieli had just been exhausted all night in the ghost gate, his nerves and body were exhausted to the extreme, at this moment, he was really unable to stand up to the toxins on the short stick, he was captured and half kneeled on the ground.

He had to turn his eyes to Meng Cang for help.

Meng Cang glanced at him, then turned to Butler Lin: "What do you want to do?"

Butler Lin: "This old slave thinks that this person is the most suspicious. Regardless of whether he is the real murderer or not, it is better to lock him up first."

Meng Cang: "For ordinary dead people, they must first report to the officials, and lynching is not allowed."

Butler Lin: "It's okay, shut him up in the firewood room first, I'm sorry he can't fly out."

Meng Cang: "There is a person outside the Xiazhi Gate, who can temporarily act on behalf of the government."

Lin Butler's face changed again and again, and his back unknowingly bent: "What are you talking about?"

The corner of Meng Cang's mouth raised slightly: "The daughter of the city lord, Qin Xin."

Butler Lin's face froze in a pale color.

His hand holding the cane trembled slightly: "It's Miss Qin...how could she be outside the door."

Meng Cang looked at Zhong Bieli.

The man in gray and white clothes hit the snake with a stick, and immediately said: "Qin Xin? She saw that I was born good-looking, and she must follow me back to Xiaoyaozong to be the young master of Tingyun Peak or something. No, I came to the mountain to do business, she I can't bear to leave me for half a step..."

Meng Cang, who witnessed everything yesterday, turned his face to Ye Fei.

Now, is it too late for him not to know this person? ?

Ye Fai who was stared at by surprise: "..."

Meng Cang stared into his tear-filled eyes: "You decide."

Ye Fen was stunned for a moment, and realized that this was a great opportunity to increase his favorability.

He pretended to be hypocritical, and held back a few crystal clear tears, hanging on his cheeks, looking extremely sad, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Mother is gone... I will listen to you, Master Meng."

After all, tears filled his eyes, and he looked at Meng Cang with trust.

Meng Cang: "Yes."

Ok.

Ye Fei turned to one side, and pulled out the thread of red dust between his wrists, huh? ?no change?

He couldn't believe it, so he looked at it carefully again. There was still only a small red spot the size of a dime, and there was no other red color.

Ye Fai, who thought he had figured out the growth law of Meng Cang's favorability, fell into deep thought again.

In the eyes of outsiders, he was overwhelmed with grief, his face was sallow, his eyes were dull, and he looked so sad that he was stupid.

Seeing this, Meng Cang made a move with his right hand and took out a white-faced plum cloak out of thin air. When Ye Fei was in a daze, he turned his back from the crowd and walked over quietly, put it on him, and tied it with two red ribbons.

During the whole process without saying a word, although the movements were not skillful, they were graceful and unhurried. Two slender and light hands with well-proportioned flesh and bones tied a delicate slipknot on the cloak on Ye Fai's eyes under Ye Fai's eyelids.

Ye Fei was immersed in his own thoughts, his eyelids raised and lowered, and he forgot to thank him.

On the other side, Steward Lin suddenly changed his mind and said, "Send this kid to the eminent monk first."

Meng Cang frowned: "Eminent monk?"

The servants were carrying the bell and were about to go out, but they were stopped by the butler Lin: "Wait a minute, forget it, whoever you are, invite the eminent monk."

This group of black-clothed boys are like wooden men, pointing and hitting, as if they have no mind of their own, they listen to orders, turn around, put down the clocks, and run out of the inner courtyard alone, without seeing their figure in a blink of an eye.

Steward Lin collected the corpse for Mrs. Ye, fetched a coffin that had been prepared in the mansion, and urged people to set up a mourning hall in the main hall, buy sacrifices, and take care of everything.

Meng Cang glanced at the tiny nanmu and gold silk coffin, and said, "There are always coffins in the house, why?"

Steward Lin avoided Ye Fei, and replied in a low voice: "The young master is weak, this was originally prepared by the madam for him."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Ye Fen's arm again, weeping his old face: "I didn't expect Madam to leave early... The young master was sent to a white-haired man by a black-haired man, making him even more lonely and helpless, and he would have to stay for another three years." filial piety……"

Ye Fei rolled his eyes in his heart.

He finally knew what the old boa constrictor was planning.

Glancing sideways at Meng Cang, the other party's expression was erratic, as if he didn't care about Lin Butler's words.

The author has something to say:

I went on a trip today, and I got motion sickness and vomited back and forth... It was very uncomfortable, and I will give you a new pension tomorrow.

I went to the nearby ancient town, the architecture is very interesting, and I feel that it is easy to radiate inspiration.

In the future, I may go to more places to collect wind~