"Just what?" Xiao Lige stood up and said, "Yuhuan, if you have something to say, it's okay."

Xiao Lige said this, quietly shrank his hand into his sleeve, clenched it gently, and the injured veins suddenly appeared and burst out.

Yuhuan did not answer directly, but turned his head slightly and raised his voice and said, "Let the head of the West Palace come in."

With a reply, the highest-ranking aunt of the West Palace walked in quickly and walked in at a distance of three meters away from Xiao and Lige and knelt down devoutly to pay homage: "I have met the wife of the owner of the manor."

"Western Palace..." Yingluo muttered in a low voice: "Isn't the West Palace the place where Yang Zi transferred to?"

"Get up." Xiao Lige bent his lips and said, "I don't know if I'm here so late, what happened?"

"I'm afraid!" The aunt in charge did not stand up, but lowered her head and said, "Miss Yang Zi, the personal maid who was beside you, suddenly... suddenly became infected with a bad disease, and now she is in the Birth Tower."

"Shoulou?" Xiao Lige looked at Yingluo inexplicably.

Yingluo's expression was shocked, but she still explained in a low voice: "Shoulou is the place where the dead bodies are temporarily stored before the burial."

"You mean..." Xiao Lige's face turned pale, his throat moved, and his whole face became haggard.

Yuhuan looked at Xiao Lige, lowered her head and said, "Please mourn Madam."

Yang Zi was suddenly adjusted, and Yu Huan guessed in his heart that Yang Zi must have done something that shouldn't have done or what she shouldn't have done. Now she suddenly died suddenly, I'm afraid she has nothing to do with the wife of the owner.

Xiao Lige's hands turned out to be so cruel.

Yuhuan's finger joints are a little white. Do she need to consider changing the camp? She is really on the opposite side of Xiao Lige. Is this choice really right?

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Xiao Lige's expression was not pretending, but that expression was not shock or sadness, but... guilt and self-blame. She actually... murdered.

Although it was not her own hands, Yang Zi would not die if it wasn't her.

She has never seen any scenes of killing chickens when she grew up so old, but after coming to the Light Realm, she has seen any disgusting and bloody scenes.

A little sweat came out from his forehead, Xiao Lige's feet softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

Finally, only Yingluo and Yuhuan shouted in his ears, and then he didn't know anything.

The sky outside is full of stars, and a cool breeze may occasionally blow, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, which makes people feel refreshed.

Mo Zifei sat under the lamp and looked at the ancient text. There were some words with complex characters on it, not like words in the light world. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he felt his right eyelid thrust.

In front of the table, Yili held a bunch of children playing with, playing with relish, and looked at Mo Zifei from time to time, as if afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

"Fei Shao." Yiqing knocked on the wide open door symbolically.

"Come in." Mo Zifei put down the book in his hand: "Is something wrong?"

Yiqing glanced at Yili and bowed and replied, "Madam accidentally got angry."

"What?!" Mo Zifei's hand accidentally brought to the book, and a whole stack of books fell on the ground, making a series of sounds.

The next second, Yi Qing hurriedly said, "But don't worry, it's okay. The doctor has prescribed medicine, and the lady is asleep now."

"I'll go and see." Mo Zifei raised his foot and was about to leave. Yili suddenly stood up and grabbed Mo Zifei.
Chapter completed!