northernbook Chapter 159 Zhao's life and death are unknown
Chapter 159 Zhao's life and death are unknown
The black shadow lowered his head, immersed in his own world, drinking the blood in the wooden basin as if no one was around.
Qin Miaoxi and Lu Qingchen exchanged glances, and they understood each other tacitly - this man's behavior was strange and there was something unspeakably weird about him.
Lu Qingchen took a deep breath, walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand, and was about to touch the other person's shoulder.
In an instant, the black shadow turned around suddenly like a startled beast, and its pair of blood-red eyes shot straight at Lu Qingchen, emitting a bloodthirsty light.
At this moment, the air around them seemed to freeze instantly. Lu Qingchen couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and blurted out: "Meng!"
There was glaring blood at the corner of Meng's mouth, and her eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on him tightly, just like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.
At this moment, Qin Miaoxi suddenly screamed loudly: "Be careful!"
In an instant, Meng pounced towards Lu Qingchen like an arrow, with her bloody mouth wide open, as if she wanted to swallow him alive.
In Lu Qingchen's eyes, a cold light flashed like a meteor.
In an instant, the hand hidden in the sleeve suddenly clenched into a fist, and the aura around the body was like a taut string, ready to go.
Just as he was about to exert his strength to repel Meng, his eyes inadvertently glanced to the side and Qin Miaoxi's figure suddenly came into view.
His face turned pale as paper in an instant, his eyes were full of fear, and like a lamb being chased by the god of death, he let out bursts of terrified howls and stumbled towards Qin Miaoxi.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Save me, save me!"
The hands were waving in the air in panic, and the feet were as unstable as if they were stepping on cotton, but they rushed over at an astonishing speed, like a black gust of wind, and hid behind Qin Miaoxi in the blink of an eye.
He curled up and shivered, like a frightened young animal in a storm, desperately trying to get behind Qin Miaoxi, seeking a little safe shelter.
Qin Miaoxi reacted almost instantly, and without hesitation, she tightly protected the person behind her, as if she was guarding the most precious treasure in the world.
She leaned slightly to the side, her eyes as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Meng in front of her, and shouted angrily: "Stop!"
However, Meng's fierce gaze instantly fell on her, and then she squeezed out a few broken, rough syllables from the depths of her throat, accompanied by heavy gasps, "Blood... I want blood!"
In a flash, Meng rushed towards Qin Miaoxi with bared fangs and claws.
Qin Miaoxi's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she suddenly raised her leg, wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, and kicked Meng like lightning.
At the same time, she opened her red lips and shouted harshly, "Meng, Mei Niang, and Li, were you the one who killed them?"
The only response she got was a mad beast's roar, the sound was sharp and terrifying, cutting through the air around her.
Meng's body hit the wall heavily and fell down like a kite with a broken string.
But she stood up again after turning over a few times, her eyes bloodshot, staring at Qin Miaoxi with madness.
Meng's clothes had long been soaked with blood, the red was glaring, but she seemed to have completely lost her sense of pain and was completely unaware of the injuries on her body.
After a brief pause, she let out a low roar from her throat and rushed towards Qin Miaoxi desperately, as if she would not stop until she drank Qin Miaoxi's blood.
Qin Miaoxi didn't want to get entangled with her, so she pulled out a bundle of hemp rope from her waist and rushed towards her.
Just when Meng was about to pounce on Qin Miaoxi, Qin Miaoxi dodged and cleverly tripped herself.
Meng's momentum was too strong, and she fell forward. In a flash, the hemp rope in Qin Miaoxi's hand danced like a snake, and in the blink of an eye, it was wrapped around Meng's body several times.
Meng struggled frantically, screaming constantly, but Qin Miaoxi was very skilled, and every knot was tied tightly, making her unable to move.
In a dim corner, the yamen runners huddled together, looking terrified and muttering to each other.
"It's so weird. Meng suddenly became so crazy and scary. Could she really be crazy?" One of them said in a trembling voice.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew past, and another yamen runner shuddered. He lowered his voice and said, "What do you mean by madness? I think the ghosts of Mei Niang and Li have haunted her! Otherwise, how can we explain drinking raw blood? No normal person would do that!"
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After hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on Meng, who had disheveled hair in the corner. She had disheveled hair, her eyes staring straight ahead, and she was making an indistinct growl from her mouth. From time to time, she stuck out her tongue to lick the blood stains on the corner of her mouth. It was frightening to see, and people were silent for a while.
Qin Miaoxi listened to the discussions quietly, but her eyes never left Meng.
She frowned slightly, a look of pity and thought in her eyes. After a moment, she murmured to herself, "It's the blood-sucking worms in her body that are causing trouble."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qingchen hurriedly asked, "Is there any way to crack it?"
Qin Miaoxi pursed her lips slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her eyes.
She subconsciously stroked the things in her arms with her hands, hesitated for a moment, and took out a set of silver needles from her arms.
The silver needle flickered with a cool and dim light under the candlelight.
Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. She stared at Meng closely and said word by word, "Go and control her."
Lu Qingchen responded without hesitation, and clumsily grabbed Meng's shoulders, making her unable to move.
At this moment, a dazzling white light flashed like lightning, so fast that people had almost no time to blink.
Under Qin Miaoxi's control, the set of silver needles had already pierced into Meng's skull with incredible precision.
Suddenly, Meng's body shook violently, followed by a creepy and shrill scream. The sharp sound cut through the night sky and spread throughout the Lu Mansion.
Her body instantly lost all strength and she collapsed to the ground without support like a ball of soft cotton. Her limbs twitched wildly and uncontrollably, and the wailing sounds from her mouth became weaker and weaker, gradually turning into a weak and rapid gasp.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
When Lu Qingchen heard her cry of pain, he stopped clamoring for blood and immediately looked up and asked, "Did it work?"
However, before Qin Miaoxi could answer, another person suddenly rushed in from outside the door. It was a servant of the Lu family.
The servant looked panicked and shouted at the top of his voice: "Oh no! Aunt Zhao... Aunt Zhao's life or death is unknown!"
Qin Miaoxi grabbed the servant and asked anxiously, "Where is Zhao?"
"In the dormitory."
"Lead the way!"
After Qin Miaoxi finished speaking, she turned around and quickly instructed Lu Qingchen, "Control her first. Saving people is the most important thing."
Looking at Qin Miaoxi's hurriedly leaving back, Lu Qingchen had no choice but to lean over and pull up Meng, who was slumped on the ground, with a voice as cold as ice: "Behave yourself and don't try to play any tricks."
Meng's eyes were filled with resentment, but because she was being held tightly by Lu Qingchen, she could not move and could only curse under her breath.
Lu Qingchen asked sternly, "Ha! You're able to curse now, it seems you've come to your senses. Tell me the truth, did you kill that person?"
A scornful smile appeared on Meng's lips, her eyes were full of disdain, and she cursed and muttered something in a low voice.
Lu Qingchen's face was stern, with a flash of anger in his eyes. He suddenly pressed her down and asked in a harsh voice, "What did you do to Zhao?"
Hearing the word "Zhao", Meng's originally somewhat distracted eyes suddenly focused and her body stiffened slightly.
She paused, stretched her neck slightly, and let out sharp sneers from her throat, the sound of which was like the cry of a night owl. "That bitch, damn it!"
"It really is you."
There was a fierce look in Lu Qingchen's eyes. He grabbed Meng's arm and pulled her quickly towards Zhao's bedroom.
When he arrived, Lu Qingchen saw Qin Miaoxi kneeling on the ground, her body slightly leaning forward, her hands gently but quickly examining Zhao's body, her eyes focused and serious.
The maids beside them were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. They huddled together tightly, not daring to breathe.
When Meng saw the scene before her, a crazy look appeared on her face. She put her hands on her hips, giggled, and shouted, "She's dead! She's finally dead now."
Qin Miaoxi's focused expression turned cold when she heard this. She raised her head abruptly, glaring at Meng with eyes as sharp as blades, and asked angrily, "Did you kill him?"
Unwilling to be outdone, Meng stiffened her neck and glared back fiercely, "So what? She deserved to die!"
Unexpectedly, Qin Miaoxi's mouth corners suddenly raised, the anger on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a faint smile.
She slowly stood up, folded her hands in front of her, straightened her back slightly, and said calmly: "Then you will be disappointed, she is not dead yet."