Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 239 Fan Chen's Abnormality

At Youshi, it was already dark.

A courtyard in Cangling Temple was brightly lit.

Seven or eight lanterns were hung in the yard, and the passing soldiers held torches in their hands, and even two oil lamps were lit in the wing room.

Soldiers, guards and monks stood guard outside the gate, in the courtyard, and outside the courtyard, guarding the Yiping county head who insisted on staying to "pray for Jianglang and the people of Changxi".

I'm afraid that the unknown snow monster, coveting the beauty of the county lord, will take her captive again.

Since the county master of Yiping has stayed, the eldest son and the second young master of the Duke's mansion are naturally embarrassed to drive the carriage back home.

These two... also stayed.

"Deputy Jiang, I heard that you went to the back mountain to search again in the afternoon, but you didn't see the shadow of the snow monster. Isn't the matter this time very difficult?"

"My son is worrying too much, the matter will be resolved soon, please rest assured."

"That's good..."

After Jiang Wenjie came out of the conversation between the two young masters, he waved to the two subordinates waiting at the door, and walked to the quieter and cooler room at the other end.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open, the brazier was not even lit inside, and the room was cold.

One was guarding outside, and the other followed in.

The subordinates lit the oil lamp on the table in the house, turned around and saw Jiang Wenjie's gloomy face, his heart tightened immediately, and he shouted in a low voice: "Deputy lieutenant..."

"We can't wait any longer. The longer it takes, the more mistakes will be made."

"Deputy lieutenant, the servant of the Ministry of War must be cheating us, so don't mess yourself up."

The subordinate pointed to the wall where Guanyin was hung, and said in a low voice, "My son originally wanted to clear away the irrelevant people in the temple, but the men in the courtyard next door were actually brought by Master Fan."

"I knew he had made up his mind to intervene."

Jiang Wenjie sneered, "It's just that after tonight, everything will be settled, and there is no room for him to interfere."

The subordinate asked in a low voice with doubts: "Then what happened to the county lord's injury..."

Jiang Wenjie's eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "As long as the snow monster is not removed for a day, then anyone can be a snow monster."

The subordinate's eyes widened in shock, and he let out a low voice: "Could it be that someone is also using the name of the snow monster..."

In the room, fell into silence.

After a while, Jiang Wenjie said: "So, these matters must be resolved tonight."

The subordinate nodded, thinking of something, and boldly asked: "Then... what about Mrs. Jiang and her children? It would be a disaster for you, Lieutenant, if they stay here, why not take this opportunity..."

Under Jiang Wenjie's warning gaze, his subordinates slowly shut their mouths.

"I have my own way to deal with that woman, don't worry about it so much."

Jiang Wenjie paused as he spoke, took out a badly damaged booklet from his body, and asked, "Where's the old man?"

"It has been brought."

"Ah."

Jiang Wenjie nodded in satisfaction, "For such a heinous person, living so many days longer is already a great gift to him."

Then, he turned around, threw the booklet on his subordinates, and said in a low voice: "After the night gets darker..."

His voice became lower and lower, leaving only the quiet figure hanging on the paper window under the candlelight.

The other side.

Behind the heavily guarded courtyard is also a squatter room used to receive pilgrims.

Fang Yao tossed and turned a few times on the hard board bed with only a thin layer of mattress, recalling what happened during the day in her mind, feeling a little anxious.

Ever since she met Jiang Wenjie, she sent someone back to talk to Li Fugui, telling him to look for Mrs. Jiang.

It's just that until now, there is no news.

And the Rausch Snow Monster...

She didn't believe there were snow monsters here at all.

At least not at this stage.

Sometimes life is such a coincidence.

Jiang Wenjie probably would never have thought that she had seen the dead Deputy Captain Chang and the other soldier beforehand.

He even learned the festivals and secrets between them from the mantra uttered by several people after drinking.

Almost without using her brain, Fang Yao can guess who the instigator is with her toes.

However, when Deputy Captain Chang had an accident, she only had time to see the tall bushes trembling violently, a touch of white almost inlaid in the snow, rushing away from under the knocked-off bushes.

If she guessed correctly, that thing might be about the same size as a fatter hare.

Otherwise, according to the thick thorn bushes, it would be impossible for a one-foot-tall monster to escape quietly without a trace when there are so many people nearby.

unless……

Something broke into her mind, and then flashed between lightning and flint.

Fang Yao sat up suddenly, vaguely, she had a bold guess.

This thought made her heart beat like a drum, and she even got a little short of breath with excitement.

She touched the mask from her side and put it on, and the dark room instantly became brighter and clearer.

There were a few spots of water from melted snow under the boots by the bed.

She didn't have time to clean it up, so she put on a thick wool coat, kicked her feet into the boots, and got up and hurried outside.

As soon as the old wooden door was pulled open, there was a sharp "squeak" sound in the night, which made people's heart spin around.

"Hiss...why do you look like a ghost?!"

Fang Yao held back the exclamation that almost blurted out, and stared at the tall man standing at the door.

"Shh-"

Fan Chen was as nimble as a fish, squeezed in from her side, and closed the door again by the way.

Fang Yao turned around and saw Fan Chen pull out the hanging mirror from his pocket, and said in surprise: "What's wrong? Your hanging mirror has responded?"

"Ah."

Fan Chen's face turned pale, "It's very hot."

Only then did Fang Yao realize that there seemed to be something wrong with him, her heart skipped a beat, she quickly walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and cried out in surprise, "Why are your hands so cold?!"

It competed with some ice cubes outside!

In the next second, her hand was turned over and completely wrapped by a big hand.

Fan Chen didn't speak, but just held this soft and warm little hand tightly, feeling a stream of warmth coming from the palm, all the way to his limbs and cheeks.

His cold and stiff body gradually melted, and he let out a long and comfortable breath.

"you……"

In the darkness, Fang Yao's voice resounded faintly close at hand, and Fan Chen's relaxed body froze again.

The room was very dark, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only clearly feel each other's slightly heavy breathing.

"Could it be that you were backlashed by the hanging mirror?"

After a while, Fang Yao asked cautiously and tentatively.

"Well, it should be."

Fan Chen's voice was a little hoarse, and after a while, he let go of his hand reluctantly, coughed, and continued: "Every time there is something abnormal in Xuanjing, I can feel it, and this time the feeling is particularly strong."

"Isn't that the plague monster has already appeared?!"

Fang Yao's eyes widened slightly, and she wondered, "Then why doesn't my mask respond?"

Fan Chen also frowned slightly, logically speaking, since Xuan Jing's reaction was so strong, the Plague Demon should be not far from the mirror.

But now... besides him, there is only one person.

Fan Chen suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and whispered: "Don't worry, let's test it first."

　Thank you for falling flowers and not knowing the rain,

　　
　
(End of this chapter)