Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 118 She is the Bride of the River God
Fang Yao quickly pulled out the branch, stood up and looked back.

The little maid didn't come alone, she was accompanied by Gou Wa, who carried an iron pot in his hand.

The iron pot is filled with tung oil, which was used for many things in ancient times, and it was useful for preventing rain and moths, so Fang Yao naturally prepared some.

"Young Master Mu!"

The little maid went back and seemed to be in a happier mood, but soon, she saw Fang Yao at the side, and became timid again, calling out in a low voice, "Master, Master."

Gou Wa followed, but naturally shouted: "Master, how do you do it?"

Fan Chen walked over, "Give it to me, I'll do it."

Fang Yao obliquely teased him, it was rare for this person to become so diligent.

He took the iron pot and asked the little maid to drag her lady into the pit. Gou Wa originally wanted to help, but was dismissed by Fan Chen, "You take these tools back first, we don't need so many people here."

Gouwa scratched his head, picked up the shovel and hoe on the ground, carried them on his shoulders, turned and walked back.

Fang Yao saw that the little girl's thin body was pulling Miss Zhang with great difficulty, and just about to step forward, she suddenly heard Fan Chen say lightly: "It's better for others not to interfere in this kind of thing, Dong'er must want to hand over to her Miss Zhang." bury."

Fang Yao: "..."

The little maid was panting heavily from exhaustion, and her words turned into white mist in an instant, "Yes, yes, master, you don't need to help me."

When everything was ready, Fan Chen opened the stopper of the tin can and poured the tung oil inside on Miss Zhang's body.

The flaming torch fell on the clothes, and the flames more than three feet high were ignited.

Seeing this scene, the little maid, who was originally in a calm mood, let out another mournful cry: "Miss—"

Fan Chen sighed: "Okay, the situation is special now, let's go first, and I will send someone here to deal with the rest after we get out of the mountain."

The little maid kowtowed three times to the burning earth pit, then wiped her tears with her sleeve, stood up eagerly, and said softly to Fan Chen: "Master Mu, let's go."

The three left, Li Fugui and the others had been waiting for a long time on the official road.

Jiang has been looking this way with her head, and when she sees Fang Yao, she quickly waved, "Second sister, come in, it's cold outside."

Fang Yao was just about to go.

Fan Chen suddenly lowered his voice: "Go to Miss Zhang's carriage, I have something to talk about."

Out of the corner of her eye, Fang Yao caught a glimpse of the little maid who was obediently standing in front of the black carriage, and waved her hand at Jiang Shi when her heart moved.

Knowing that she had something to do, Jiang lowered the curtain.

Fang Yao patted the snow on her head and body, and got into the carriage first, followed by Fan Chen.

The two got into the car, and the little maid was sitting outside the car. With a shout from Li Fugui at the front, the team moved forward slowly.

Fang Yao raised the curtain and saw the flames on the other side of the forest, burning hotter and hotter, she couldn't help but whispered: "Is it really okay to be like this beside the official road?"

"Have you ever heard that if the people don't prosecute, the officials will not investigate?" Fan Chen sat down on one side, "In Daxiang, as long as no one reports the unclaimed corpses in the wild, few parents and officials will come to find people to solve the case. of."

Fang Yao turned her head to look at the little maid who was driving the car outside, and signaled him to pay attention with her eyes.

If the servant girl knew that the murderer who killed her young lady was right in front of her eyes, why didn't she report the crime?

Fan Chen acted as if he hadn't realized it, but instead lifted the curtain and said, "Dong'er accidentally stepped on a trap when he was swimming on the river bank, fell into it and fell unconscious."

"Huh? Trap?"

Dong'er in front heard the conversation between the two, turned his head and explained: "Well, although this is an official road, because of the deep mountain, animals often go down the mountain to drink water by the river, so there are occasional hunting traps by the river... ..."

Fang Yao was stunned, no wonder she didn't see this little maid by the river when she went to look for Miss Zhang.

Dong'er said, and continued to be grateful: "Fortunately, I met Mr. Mu, otherwise I really don't know what the consequences will be..."

"..."

Fang Yao's mood was so indescribable, she turned her head and glanced at Fan Chen, this guy clearly killed the young lady with his front foot, and he was treated as a lifesaver with his back foot...

However, she was more concerned about another matter. Fang Yao frowned and said tentatively: "Miss Zhang doesn't look like the daughter of ordinary poor people. If she doesn't arrive on the day of the sacrificial ceremony, will her family... ..."

"No." Fan Chen answered her words, "You guessed right about one thing, this Miss Zhang is indeed the bride of the River God."

Fang Yao let out a soft "Ah", the bride of the river god is missing... No one will report it to the authorities?

Fan Chen continued to speak slowly: "However, she is the bride from five years ago."

The carriage swayed, Fang Yao stared at the brazier that was about to go out in front of her, a flash of light flashed in her mind, but was quickly confused by some fragments and memories that floated up.

After waiting for a while, she asked: "Did you really marry the river god?"

Fan Chen nodded.

Dong'er, the maidservant in front, also said: "Mm, originally surnamed Fan, she was born prematurely. She was weak and contracted tuberculosis since she was a child, but she was naturally beautiful, and she was chosen as the God of the River in the second year after her birth." 's bride..."

Although her parents were crying heartbreakingly, she sat on the bamboo raft carrying the bride very calmly that day.

Everyone watched her sink to the bottom of the river, and the priest who offered the sacrifice also said that the lady was picked up by the river god.

One day five years later, Dong'er, the maid who had been with her since she was a child, was beaten unconscious by someone while she was shopping in the street.

When she woke up, she actually saw her young lady who had disappeared for five years, sitting in front of her!
"I thought Miss was rescued from the water five years ago, but Miss said she was the wife of the River God. She told me not to call her Miss, but Mrs. Zhang..."

Fang Yao opened her mouth slightly. Although it sounds ridiculous, if it is true, the strange disease that Ms. Zhang contracted may really be related to the river god...

She held her breath unconsciously: "Compared with before, is there any obvious change in your young lady?"

Mentioning this, the servant girl Dong'er seemed to have thought of something terrible, and flinched a little, "Yes, miss, her mouth is covered with white sores, which emit an extremely strong stench..."

Not only does Ms. Zhang have a foul smell in her mouth, but she only eats fish and shrimp that emit the same foul smell every day.

Because the smell was too obvious, Ms. Zhang seldom communicated with other people, and hid in the carriage all day long, using the spices she bought to cover up the smell.

The maid said, pointing to the box behind the carriage, and said, "Just soak it in the black water in the jar inside, and even the freshest fish will stink quickly."

Fang Yao turned her head and saw that the huge black lacquered wooden box was locked, and she was thinking about whether to find an ax to split the box.

Fan Chen had already taken out a thin, soft wire-like thing. His slender fingers with well-articulated joints twisted the wire a few times at will, then inserted it into the keyhole, twisted it lightly a few times, and the padlock popped open with a click.

Fang Yao was silent.

Sure enough, the baby items have to be carried close to the body to be at ease.

Fan Chen didn't know that Fang Yao had quietly raised his risk factor by another level, so he just gently pushed the box open.

Fang Yao poked her head over, and there were three identical clay pots inside. The empty one should have been beaten to death by that reckless man Yang Gao today.

It's just that two of the three jars are already empty, and the other one has only the last shallow layer of the bottom of the jar.

Fang Yao thought for a while, then tore off a piece of hair and threw it in. A cluster of white smoke with a foul smell immediately came out of the jar.

(End of this chapter)