SFS Chapter 132 Nothing has changed, everything is developing in the direction of the previous life
Chapter 132 Nothing has changed, everything is developing in the direction of the previous life
As Liu Yiyi wished, she saw the light in Lin Zhaoyue's eyes shattered bit by bit.
I finally felt a little relieved in my heart.
God knows how jealous she was in her heart after she found out that Lin Zhaoyue stayed in the prince's bedroom again last night.
She opened her mouth and said word by word:
"Your maid is already dead, and her stomach was cut open after she died. Tsk tsk... How pitiful."
Her eyes were full of gloating.
This time, Lin Zhaoyue ignored her and rushed directly to the dungeon. She didn't believe Qingzhu would die.
Xiao Yan promised her.
Just as she reached the dungeon entrance, Lin Zhaoyue was stopped again:
"Miss Lin, the dungeon is a restricted area. You are not allowed to enter without the prince's message."
Lin Zhaoyue originally didn't want to make things difficult for them, but now... Lin Zhaoyue simply stretched out her hands and started fighting with those guards.
Those guards didn't dare to hurt Lin Zhaoyue. They only defended but didn't attack. They were really rushed into the dungeon by Lin Zhaoyue.
"Miss Lin, please stop making things difficult for me."
One of the guards said with a bitter face.
Lin Zhaoyue looked at him and said:
"Where is Qingzhu's body?"
"Miss Lin..."
The guard's face became even more bitter, and he looked embarrassed.
Seeing that she couldn't get anything out of him, Lin Zhaoyue rushed directly to the cell where Qingzhu was imprisoned.
There was no one inside, only a faint smell of blood and decay.
She searched room by room, with the guards following her closely.
It wasn't until she walked into a passage that she felt a chill blowing towards her.
The smell of decay was similar to the last time she entered the basement.
Remembering something, she walked straight inside.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, I saw a heavy iron door. Unlike other iron cages, this one was made of clay, a very thick layer, and looked like an ice cellar.
Lin Zhaoyue guessed that this was a place specifically used to store corpses.
"key?"
None of the guards following behind dared to say a word.
Lin Zhaoyue glanced at the people behind her and walked straight towards the warden.
The warden noticed Lin Zhaoyue's look and turned around and tried to run away.
He was grabbed by Lin Zhaoyue.
Seeing that Lin Zhaoyue was still trying to find the key, he was so scared that he quickly took out the key and gave it to her.
Lin Zhaoyue took the key and opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a chilly air filled the air, carrying a strong yin energy that made people's backs chill.
Three windows were chiseled in the wall and blocked with steel and extremely transparent glass to prevent the cold air from escaping.
On the wall, there were piles of large ice blocks. In the middle, divided into three layers by wooden racks, there were corpses wrapped in white cloth.
Lin Zhaoyue had killed people before, so when she saw these things again, she was no longer as frightened.
She walked in and lifted the white cloths one by one.
When he saw the headless female corpse, he couldn't help but vomit.
One of the guards couldn't bear to see this, and when Miss Qing was let go, they were almost implicated. It was Miss Lin who saved them.
They all remembered Miss Lin's kindness, so when they saw Miss Lin rushing in just now, they did not really try to stop her.
It's just my duty, I still have to do some superficial work.
He coughed, and when Lin Zhaoyue noticed him, he pointed at one of the corpses.
Seeing this, the other guards pretended to be deaf and dumb.
When Lin Zhaoyue walked towards the corpse that the guard was pointing at, she suddenly didn't have the courage to lift the white cloth.
Her hands raised and lowered, lowered and raised again.
Upon seeing this, the other guards exchanged glances with each other, then left the morgue and stood guard outside.
Gritting her teeth, Lin Zhaoyue finally uncovered the white cloth.
When she saw Qingzhu's pale face, the taut string in her mind broke completely.
Her mind was blank, her almond eyes looked straight at her, and her red lips trembled.
The light shone through the glass, making the whole place bright, but Lin Zhaoyue felt as if she was in darkness.
Her belly was cut open and then sewn up, with the catgut stitches making the wound look crooked.
Tears welled up in his eyes and fell to the ground with a plop.
Qingzhu is still dead.
Just like in his previous life, he died at the hands of Xiao Yan.
Obviously many things have changed in this life, but now they have returned to their original track, and nothing has changed.
Lin Zhaoyue staggered, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.
"Why...why is it still like this..."
She muttered to herself, her eyes blank.
If nothing changes, will Xiao Yan still execute the entire Lin family because of Liu Yiyi in the future?
Only the death of Liu Yiyi and Xiao Yan can change the fate of the Duke's Mansion...
Xiao Yan is the crown prince of a country. How can she kill him without implicating the Duke's Mansion...
Lin Zhaoyue didn't know how long she squatted there until her limbs became numb, then she slowly stood up.
Wiping the tears from her face with her sleeve, she carried Qingzhu's body on her back and walked out of the morgue step by step.
When people die, they should be buried in peace.
"Miss Lin..."
The guards looked at the green bamboo on Lin Zhaoyue's back and called out.
His eyes were worried and hesitant.
Lin Zhaoyue looked at them and said calmly:
"Since His Royal Highness has already cut open her belly, then he must have gotten everything he wanted. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility."
As she spoke, she carried Qingzhu on her back and walked out of the dungeon.
The sunlight outside was glaring, and Lin Zhaoyue couldn't help but squint her eyes.
The thin ice on Qingzhu's body melted into blood when it encountered heat, and it flowed down and dripped onto the ground, forming a long bloodstain.
A foul smell of corruption emanated from Qingzhu, but Lin Zhaoyue seemed not to smell it.
She had just taken a few steps towards the main entrance when she looked up and saw Xiao Yan walking towards her.
He walked in a hurry, and his black python robe was seldom messy.
Their eyes met, and hers were as empty as dead water.
His dark eyes revealed a hint of panic.