On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 261: Scars Left
It's human sacrifice.

If you count carefully, there are as many as five people!
In other words, there are still some bodies of the deceased that have not yet been found.

Ye Zhiyu wanted to continue exploring, but his spiritual power seemed to have encountered a wall and could no longer pass through.

Ye Zhiyu reluctantly withdrew his spiritual power, and it seemed that he could only trouble the national master again.

"Let's go, clean up the remaining remnants first, and then take stock of what else is found in this house." Ye Zhiyu said, feeling a little tired.

"This evil statue?" Fu Jingtong stared at the strange statue with some hesitation.

Ye Zhiyu raised his hand and placed another restraint.

"I have set up two confinements before and after. I don't think anyone will take them away easily. What's more, these men in black robes are afraid that it will be too late to escape. Otherwise, this evil statue would not be left here."

Ye Zhiyu pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "With my current ability, I only know that there were five people who were sacrificed in front of this evil statue. I don't know anything else. I still need to ask the Imperial Master to find out. after all."

Feng Wuming heard this and nodded in agreement.

He and Ye Zhiyu came to the front hall. At that time, the patrolmen, people from Dali Temple and Rong'er had already tied up the remaining survivors.

"Master Fu, you have worked hard today. We didn't know there was such a place so close to the capital." The patrol leader saluted Fu Jing and was very grateful.

Fu Jingtong waved his hand, "Thanks to..."

"How long did it take for the people from Dali Temple to find out in time?" Ye Zhiyu interrupted Fu Jingtong's next words and blinked at him in the face of his stunned gaze.

Fu Jingtong realized that Ye Zhiyu didn't want to be in the limelight, so he rounded off his words, "Yes, thanks to these brothers from Dali Temple. I will definitely give you a good reward when I go back!"

"Next, please brothers, please take all these people back."

Fu Jingtong said to the general commander.

The man waved his hand: "It's easy to say, I will definitely send everyone to your Dali Temple without leaving a trace."

Fu Jing bowed to express his gratitude.

Ye Zhiyu glanced at the people in Dali Temple behind him who were interrogating one of the men in black robes.

Pulling off his black robe, there was an extremely ordinary face underneath.

If you pass someone by on the street, you would never guess that he is a madman with human blood on his hands.

"Tell me, where did the rest of the people retreat to? Who is behind the scenes? What are you doing here?"

The man just stared at the person who asked the question fiercely and didn't answer a word.

The people from Dali Temple kicked the man and knocked him to the ground.

"If you don't say anything now, then when you enter Dali Temple, grandpa will treat you well!"

After that, the patrol in the city escorted the people away.

"Wait a minute." Ye Zhiyu called out to the patrolman.

She said: "Put a piece of cloth in the mouths of these people to prevent them from swallowing poison or biting their tongues."

When Fu Jingtong heard this, he immediately asked someone to do it.

"A near miss."

Ye Zhiyu looked around and asked, "Can you find anything useful?"

"Yes." Fu Jingtong took a few books from his subordinates and handed them to Ye Zhiyu first.

Ye Zhiyu flipped through the two pages at random and found that the text here was not Chinese and could not be understood.But it can be vaguely discerned that what was recorded should be a secret technique.

There are also some weird things that look unlucky.

Ye Zhiyu handed the things back to Fu Jingtong, "I will set off to find the Imperial Master. I will leave the matters here to your lord."

Fu Jingtong said seriously: "Don't worry, Divine Doctor Wang, just leave it to me to wait here. You can go without worries."

Ye Zhiyu turned around and was about to take Rong'er away when Fu Jingtong's voice came from behind him. "By the way, your injuries...?"

Ye Zhiyu touched the scar on his arm, which was left accidentally when he fought against the man in black robe.

But she didn't look back and just said: "It doesn't matter, the minor injury doesn't matter."

Fu Jingtong stared at Ye Zhiyu's back and stood there for a long time.

On the carriage, Rong'er carefully bandaged Ye Zhiyu.

The wound was deep enough to show the bone, which showed how hard the person who cut it was.

However, Ye Zhiyu didn't care at all. If Rong'er hadn't said that she wanted to bandage, she would have probably forgotten about it.

"Girl, you'd better be careful in the future. Scars on a woman's body are not good-looking after all, and she might be disliked by her husband's family."

Ye Zhiyu smiled and said: "Rong'er, you haven't learned anything else in these days as a human being, but you have learned ten percent of the etiquette of eating people without spitting out their bones."

"Who said women must marry? I already have someone I want to protect, and I have a goal to strive for for the rest of my life."

"Besides, let me ask you, why is it that having scars on a man's body is a sign of masculinity and a sign of bravery, while a woman is shamed if she has scars on her body? Where does this come from?"

Rong'er was silent for a while, and finally he could only raise his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I can't help you. It's always good to avoid getting hurt, right?"

"Besides, I'm afraid the prince will feel distressed after seeing this."

Ye Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, "I just remembered something. Now that the two of us are linked together by a spell, wouldn't it mean that Feng Wuming is also injured now?"

Rong'er only remembered this after Ye Zhiyu reminded her.

Ye Zhiyu pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I can only go back and compensate the prince again."

In the palace, Feng Wuming suddenly felt a pain in his arm, as if someone had cut his flesh and blood with a knife.

He sat up and, under the moonlight, discovered that a bone-deep wound had appeared on his left arm out of thin air.

Feng Wuming thought of Ye Zhiyu almost subconsciously.

He put his hand on the wound and looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

On the other side, the window in Wen Yufu's boudoir was blown open by the wind at some point.

Bits of cold wind rushed inside.

Wen Yufu stood up, put on a coat and walked to the window to close it.

The half-closed window was held by a hand.

The hands were coated with blood-red kodan, and under the moonlight, they looked pale and transparent.

Wen Yufu's heart moved, he took off the strength from his hands, walked towards the bed, and the window was opened.

As soon as those hands exerted force, the window was completely opened.

The woman in red climbed in through the window.

Wen Yufu turned around and happened to see this scene, frowned in disgust, and then quickly relaxed.The emotion disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Therefore, the woman in red did not notice it.

He only asked diligently: "Miss Wen, why are you still up so late?"

Seeing the fawning expression on that terrifying face, Wen Yufu felt disgusted, so she simply closed her eyes and pretended to rest.

"If I fell asleep, wouldn't you wake me up if you came now?"

(End of this chapter)