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“How long have the officials been here?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
“More than an hour!” the vendor said.
“Looks like the Gu Master didn’t go to the Flying Cloud Restaurant, ” Su Xiaoxiao said.
“Seventh Young Madam! Seventh Young Madam…”
The coachman covered the wound on the top of his head and stumbled over. “Ah Fu!” Su Xiaoxiao looked at his wound. “Let me take a look.”
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The coachman endured the pain and shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s just a superficial wound. Don’t worry about me… Hurry up and save the young masters… The carriage has been snatched. There are three of them… They went that way…’
Su Xiaoxiao and Ghostfear rushed to the event location in the direction the coachman pointed, but they only saw an empty carriage, two cold corpses lying in a pool of blood, and a pool of blood not far away.
There were traces of a collision in the carriage. There was no blood in the carriage, which meant that the children were not injured at that time.
“They are killing each other,” Ghostfear said as she looked at the two corpses on the ground.
“Why did they kill each other? Did they fight among themselves?” Su Xiaoxiao didn’t understand.
Soon, she found a cloth bag on the ground.
Opening it, it was the Gu Master’s Gu bag.
However, all the Gu inside were dead.
Who did it?
This was too heaven-defying.
Wuhu, who had gone to scout, flew back. “Master! Master! Master!”
Ling Yun had been here?
Could these… have been done by Ling Yun?
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head decisively.
Ling Yun was just a sickly zither player who had been troubled by anorexia for many years and did not even have the strength to walk.
The two of them hired a carriage to return to Pear Blossom Lane.
In the carriage, she bandaged the coachman’s wound.
She treated a servant no different from the other injured. Seeing this, Ghostfear did not say anything.
The carriage arrived.
Su Xiaoxiao jumped out of the carriage. “Ghostfear, bill!”
Now, he was Ghostfear again.
All the servants in the courtyard rested. Deng An was also recuperating in his room. Ling Yun guarded the three sleeping disciples alone.
Xiaohu was washed clean and changed into dry clothes. He slept soundly.
Ling Yun sat on the futon. The moonlight shone gently, making him look cold.
“Ling Yun.” Su Xiaoxiao took off her shoes at the door and walked in wearing white footwear.
She saw the three little ones on the bed and felt relieved.
“Eh? Why did Xiaohu change his clothes?”
Ling Yun had three children to change their clothes, but generally speaking, the three of them would dirty themselves and change together.
“He peed.” Ling Yun didn’t want to remember carrying his little sinful disciple who had peed his pants all the way.
“Thank you… for tonight.”
Su Xiaoxiao probed and didn’t say what it was.
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