Chapter 227 What's that Bun?

When he saw those royal guards, Ma Zhongcai was so frightened that his legs went weak. When he heard Ling Chu's words, he was even more frightened and his face was ashen.

Manager Chen looked at Ling Chu and then at the colorful chrysanthemums with a surprised and uncertain expression.

Under those chrysanthemums...are there bones buried?

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

The weeds were as lush as chrysanthemums, and it was obvious that Ma Zhongcai had 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 admiring, "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."

Ling Chu's mouth twitched when he heard this. If she were a man, she could take the imperial examination and become an official. It would not be impossible for her to become a royal guard in the future.

But as a girl, if she went to Jinyiwei to point fingers, the world would definitely accuse her of being a bastard, and the censors would drown her in their saliva.

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 bloody and cruel things, which her frail body cannot bear.

Although Ma Zhongcai was extremely frightened, 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 offensive just now. I asked the lady to give you a lot. 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 and 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 air of concealment.

"Go and dig up those flowers." Ning Chuyi directly ordered the Jinyi guards behind him.

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

He wanted to step forward to stop them, but seeing those wolf-like and tiger-like guards in uniform and the sabers on their bodies, he did not dare to act rashly.

More than a dozen Jin Yiwei took action at the same time.

After 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.

Manager Chen was even more frightened and stepped back again and again.

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 men arrived just in time.

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

Upon inspection, he found out 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... Sir, I didn't kill these people. Don't arrest me. I don't know anything."

Ling Chu knew that Ma Zhongcai would definitely not plead guilty 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, a scream blurted out, "There is a ghost..."

Ma Zhongcai turned around and ran away, but the three skeletons pursued him.

Although 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 hot stream spurted out from the 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 will repay you as much as I can..."

The female ghost who was making dough with a weird smile said to Ma Zhongcai, "Don't be afraid, just bear with it and you'll be fine. I'll cut off the flesh from 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 on the ground.

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

It was obvious that he had killed the three bodies.

The Dali Temple Minister waved to the people around him, "Take them away, take them back for interrogation."

Ma Zhongcai's face changed. Although he was afraid, he could only defend himself, "Sir, I didn't kill anyone, you can't arrest me..."

Ling Chu sneered, "Still want to quibble, don't you think no one knows that you killed those three girls and cut off their flesh? You said you didn't kill them, do you want to let the three puppet souls come out and confront you?"

As soon as Ling Chu finished speaking, Ma Zhongcai stared at him with a look of seeing a ghost.

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

He thought that as long as he didn't admit it, no one would know about it.

Unexpectedly, this girl could actually see the three puppet souls.

Doesn't that mean that he can't hide what he did!

Ma Zhongcai was so regretful that he couldn't help but have such evil thoughts when he saw this delicate girl in the dental shop.

Ma Zhongcai was full of regret and despair.

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

Before he finished speaking, thinking of the buns he had bought from Ma Zhongcai, Manager Chen really couldn't help but vomited.

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