I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times Chapter 227

Chapter 227 What are those buns?

　　When Ma Zhongcai saw those Jinyi guards, his legs were weak with fright. When he heard Ling Chu's words, he was even more frightened and his face was ashen.

Steward Chen looked at Ling Chu and then at the colorful chrysanthemums with an expression of surprise and uncertainty.

 There are corpses buried under those chrysanthemums?

 At first, Guanshi Chen thought the flowers were growing well and blooming beautifully, but now he felt something was wrong.

The weeds are as lush as chrysanthemums, and you can tell at a glance that Ma Zhongcai has not taken care of them.

Moreover, the soil under the flower is dry and cracked, which shows that it may not have been watered for a long time.

 Normally these flowers and plants should be dead.

 But it's really weird that he looks so good.

Ning Chuyi looked in the direction of Ling Chu's finger. When he came in, he saw those overgrown flowers, but he didn't pay much attention to them before.

After looking around, I didn't see any big problems on the surface.

 But he knew that Ling Chu could see things that others couldn't.

Wei Feng looked admiringly, "Miss Ling, you can calculate everything under the ground, you are really amazing. It's such a waste of your ability to use it to set up stalls and tell fortunes. You should come to our Jinyiwei to help us investigate the case."

Lingchu's mouth twitched when he heard this. If she were a man, she could take the imperial examination and become an official. It would be possible to become a royal guard in the future.

But as a girl, if she goes to the Jin Yiwei to tell people what to do, the world will definitely accuse her of being stupid, and she will be drowned in the spit of the censors.

Ning Chuyi frowned. Although he felt sorry for Ling Chu's abilities, he had never thought of letting her enter the Jinyi Guard.

Although Jin Yiwei looks good on the surface, she actually has to face many **** and cruel things, which her frail body cannot bear.

Even though Ma Zhongcai was extremely scared, he still bit the bullet and knelt down towards Ling Chu with a plop, "Girl, those flowers were planted by my wife, there are no corpses.

I'm a rough guy who can't speak. I was so offended just now, so I asked you to give me more. Don't argue with me, an old man. This house of mine was passed down from my ancestors. I want to keep it for my memory and not to sell it for takeout.

It's hot, I can't help but let the girl go all the way in vain. This ingot of silver, girl, take it to drink tea. "

Ma Zhongcai smiled honestly and took out a silver coin from his pocket and handed it to Ling Chu.

Ling Chu didn't answer.

Even Ning Chuyi and the others noticed that this man's words had an overpowering flavor.

"Go and dig up those flowers." Ning Chuyi directly ordered the Jin Yiwei behind him.

Ma Zhongcai's legs went weak and he almost fainted on the spot.

He wanted to step forward to stop him, but when he saw those wolf-like and tiger-like imperial guards and the sabers on their bodies, he did not dare to act rashly.

More than a dozen Jinyi guards took action at the same time.

With only half a cup of tea, three corpses were dug out.

These three corpses were just like what Ling Chu saw. Except for the heads, there were only bones from the neck down.

 Seeing such a corpse, even the well-informed Jin Yiwei felt a chill on their bodies.

 Steward Chen was even more frightened and stepped back repeatedly.

Fortunately, Miss Ling stopped him from digging up those chrysanthemums. If he had dug up these bones himself, he would probably have nightmares every night in the future.

 The bones were exhumed, and the minister of Dali Temple and his people arrived just in time.

It turned out that Ning Chuyi met Xia Zhi on the street and heard that she was going to report to the Dali Temple, so she directly asked her subordinates to go on her behalf.

Upon inspection, we found that the three corpses had been hacked to death with knives.

Before the Dali Temple Minister opened his mouth to interrogate, Ma Zhongcai was already frightened and knelt down, "Sir, I didn't kill these people. Don't arrest me. I don't know anything."

Ling Chu knew that Ma Zhongcai would not confess his crime easily.

 He directly took out the cow's tears exchanged by the system and flicked them into his eyes.

Ma Zhongcai, who was kowtowing desperately for mercy, didn't even notice the coolness in his eyes.

 When he kowtowed his head again and raised his head again, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Only then did Ma Zhong see three familiar skeletons standing in front of him.

In fright, he blurted out a scream, "There is a ghost..."

Hunted, he turned around and ran away, but the three skeletons pursued him relentlessly.

Even though he ran very fast, he couldn't escape the pursuit of the three skeletons.

After catching Ma Zhongcai, the round-faced female ghost said nothing and wrapped him around with the thick rope in her hand.

 Another female puppet, waving an extremely sharp kitchen knife, said grimly, "Ma Zhongcai, we died so miserably, God is wise, and finally gave me a chance to take revenge.

Didn't you use a kitchen knife to cut off all the flesh on our bodies? Today, I want to let you taste the feeling of being cut with a kitchen knife..."

Ma Zhongcai looked at the sharp kitchen knife and trembled.

 A stream of heat spurted out from his lower body.

But he didn't care about the embarrassment that he thought he was scared to death, and begged for mercy incoherently, "Don't kill me, please, don't kill me. It was my fault, I shouldn't kill you. Just let me go, and I will do it in the next life." I'll repay you like a cow..."

The female ghost who was making dough and smiling strangely said to Ma Zhongcai, "Don't be afraid, just be patient and you'll be fine. I'll cut off the flesh on your body, Jiejie..."

Even though he had already guessed what Ma Zhongcai did to the three female puppets, Ling Chu couldn't help but feel his stomach churn when he heard those words.

Although Ma Zhongcai deserves to die, he cannot die at the hands of those puppet souls.

Seeing that the female puppet holding the knife was about to take action, Ling Chu endured the churning of his stomach and put them away.

Ma Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately collapsed to the ground.

Although the Minister of Dali Temple could not see the three puppet souls, he had already heard Ma Zhongcai's begging for mercy just now.

 Obviously, those three corpses were killed by him.

The Minister of Dali Temple waved to the people around him, "Take him away and bring him back for questioning."

Ma Zhongcai's expression changed. Even though he was scared, he could only defend himself, "Sir, I didn't kill anyone. You can't arrest me..."

Ling Chu sneered, "You still want to quibble, do you think no one knows that you killed those three girls and cut off all the flesh from their bodies? If you say you were not the one who killed them, do you want to let those three puppets just now?" Come out and confront you?"

As soon as Ling Chu finished speaking, Ma Zhongcai stared at him as if he had seen a ghost.

 He just discovered that it seemed that only he could see the three puppet souls, and no one else could.

He thought that as long as he did not admit it, no one would know about it.

I didn't expect that this girl could actually see the three puppet souls.

That means he can't hide what he did!

Ma Zhongcai's intestines are almost green. Why can't he help but have such evil thoughts when he saw this girl's delicate skin and tender flesh in the dental shop?

 Ma Zhongcai is filled with regret and despair.

Manager Chen was not much better, "Ma Zhongcai, you really made those buns, vomit..."

Before he finished speaking, Guanzheng Chen couldn't help but vomited when he thought of the buns he had bought from Ma Zhongcai.

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ps: What kind of bun is that? Can everyone understand it? I originally wrote directly as 人*包子, but it was deleted by the platform, so I could only use that instead.

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