Chapter 1351: Everyone Who Was Good to Her Died

"Feet out first, feet out! This is the rule." One porter said hurriedly, "If the head goes out the door first, the soul won't be at peace and won't be willing to leave, and will linger here to demand life from the living! This is all particular, don't turn blindly!" The other one was panting as he carried it: "Looking thin and small, didn't expect it to be so heavy!"

"Otherwise why is it called 'dead heavy'? Dead people are very heavy, whether they are ten or one hundred years old, no matter how thin or small, they are dead heavy."

Little An widened her eyes to look at the white cloth.

Other five or six-year-old children probably didn't understand what "death" was, but she understood very well.

A few days ago, her mother was carried onto the fodder cart like this, but without a cloth covering.

Not to mention before that, she had seen this kind of scene again and again.

Today, whose turn was it to die? The two porters were still muttering: "Such a beautiful girl, it's really pitiful."

"Pah, you're a newcomer, you have little experience; you'll get used to it in a few days. The manor pays us so much money, are we here to be good people?"

"Ah, but, but?" This porter was an apprentice brought in by his master a few days ago, and his legs were a bit weak when he saw a dead person today, especially this one; looking at it, he had a bit of unbearable feeling in his heart.

He swallowed his saliva: "The manor is like this... is it really okay?"

"What could be the matter? Even if you and I go to the county town to speak clearly, no one can manage it. There are no victims, understand? These are all bought from outside by human traffickers." The companion said, "Besides, the Wuma family is rampant here; who dares to go against them? Hey, be careful!"

It was too late to shout; the first person didn't pay attention to the round stone under his feet and was tripped into a dog-eating-mud, and it took him a long time to crawl up after spitting.

With such a fall, the corpse he was carrying fell to the ground.

The white cloth wasn't wrapped tightly to begin with, and it scattered for a small half, revealing the face of the female corpse.

Little An widened her eyes.

Han Tingting! That face had no blood, eyes closed, looking particularly strange.

But Little An recognized at a glance that the person wrapped in the white cloth was Han Tingting.

Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, but it wasn't out of fear.

The person on the ground crawled up, lifted the cloth to cover her face, and carried it again.

"How much further to the mule cart?"

"Almost there, carry it another fifty steps, the cart is parked outside."

"Where, where will it be transported?"

The companion stared: "Why do you care so much? Do you want to be wrapped in the cloth too, then you'll know where it's going!"

"Don't dare, forget it." He was only here for the high wages that he took the job of carrying the dead.

Until the two walked far away, Little An stood out from behind the tree and looked back at the blue stone courtyard wall.

She understood the words of the two servants.

Han Tingting died right here, for some reason, the Second Young Master killed her.

The girl who could talk and laugh before last night, who sewed socks for her and promised to bring her a chicken leg, had now become a cold corpse, wrapped in a thin piece of white cloth.

In Little An's heart, an indescribable emotion emerged.

Her mother was good to her, and her mother died.

Han Tingting was good to her, and Han Tingting also died.

Everyone who was good to her died.

Then why should the Second Young Master live? After the two porters left, the small door was only slightly ajar, and she drilled in through the door.

The courtyard was full of flowers and willows, blooming brilliantly and unrestrainedly, as if it didn't care at all that a girl in her prime had withered here.

Was it one, or many, many, no one cared at all.

Hiding behind the low wall of the garden, Little An heard footsteps again, and the Second Young Master's... yawn.

"What's the matter?" The Second Young Master hadn't slept all night and was making up for it at dawn, and he wasn't very energetic at this time, "Don't tell me you couldn't even watch a little girl."

"Se-Second Young Master." This was the sturdy servant's voice, "She, the little one didn't watch her closely, she disappeared while going to the latrine."

"Trash!" The Second Young Master raised his voice, "Where can a five or six-year-old girl run to? Find her, mobilize more people to find her!"

Little An hid in the dark, staring at the Second Young Master's Adam's apple, breathing rapidly, with an impulse in her heart.

She had this kind of impulse more than ten days ago.

With a "clatter," she accidentally stepped on the branch by her feet, and the two people talking looked over immediately: "Who's there!"

Little An stood out from behind the tree, expressionless.

Seeing her, the Second Young Master couldn't help but be startled: "Didn't she run away, how could she be here?"

"She might... the little one will take her away immediately!"

He ran toward Little An, but the latter turned her head to look at the Second Young Master.

At this moment, in the sunset, half of the Second Young Master's face was in the sunlight, and half was in the darkness.

She suddenly opened her mouth, her voice crisp: "You are as fat as a pig, not scary at all."

This made the sturdy servant's feet pause, and the Second Young Master was furious: "Take her!"

He hated others saying he was fat the most! "Second Young Master, if you died too, that would be great." Little An said gloomily, "Father said, people who are not good to me shouldn't live!"

In the bushes behind, the clicking sound she was familiar with came again.

A bit of cold wind blew from behind, and the goosebumps on the back of Little An's neck all stood up—

The monsters were here, right behind her, only one step away! Usually, she would run away, but she didn't want to run now.

The monsters chasing her were so terrifying, they shouldn't only hurt her, right? The sturdy servant grabbed her and sent her to the Second Young Master like a treasure: "Second Young Master, how do you want to teach this girl a lesson?"

"Interesting." The Second Young Master touched her face, the feel was particularly smooth and tender, "I intended to find you to play in a few days, but now..."

Before he finished speaking, his complexion suddenly changed.

First surprise, then terror.

Baiting County.

County Magistrate Li got busy as soon as he returned to his territory, and he was nowhere to be seen all day.

Fortunately, before nightfall, he came to find He Lingchuan:

"There is progress, there is progress! We sent out more than a hundred people to search all the way, and finally found a corpse under the Songjian stream five miles west of Chen Family Manor. Although it has rotted beyond recognition and was torn apart by wild beasts, it can be vaguely identified from the remaining clothes that it should be a woman!"

"One?"

"Yes, only one corpse, and it's an adult's." County Magistrate Li added, "A child doesn't have such long arm bones."

He Lingchuan pondered; if this female corpse was A-Hui, what about Little An? It was unlikely that the five people of Chen Fu'ang would dump the little girl's body elsewhere.

He Lingchuan continued to ask: "What about Maodun and Xingyun Village?"

County Magistrate Li hurriedly said: "Oh, it will take some time to check these two places."

He didn't have three heads and six arms; he was busy looking for the corpse all day, so how could he have time to check these? A figure flashed outside the house, and He Lingchuan remained calm.

After County Magistrate Li finished reporting and turned to leave, He Lingchuan said to the outside: "Come in."

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