C4 Drunken Dream Sheng Help Young Master Revive the Blood and Remove the Blood Stasis

"Oh my God!" Chu Yizhen's eyes were wide open. His face was full of surprise. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He walked back and forth. The golden jade waist tag in his hand had just been a treasure. Now, it had become a hot potato.

"It's over, it's over, it's over! This time it's considered a failure." The thief ran into an official and even took the official's token. It was extremely difficult to deal with an official. This time, even if he had a hundred lives, it would not be enough for him to die.

Should he chop off his head?

That white robed official didn't seem to be someone to be trifled with. Furthermore, Godly Constable was personally conferred by the Emperor. Since the start of the dynasty, Shaan Qingyun was the only one who had obtained the approval of the Imperial Family.

Godly Constable held the golden jade waist tag that was bestowed by the emperor. He was allowed to handle cases alone. Once his martial arts were exceptional, his hidden weapons were exceptional. Hundreds of cases proved that those who were targeted by White Yama and Shaan Qingyun spent the rest of their lives in prison.

How unlucky would he be to pick on Shaan Qingyun in the sea of people and steal the golden jade badge given to him by the emperor? It would be fine if he had only stolen some money, but he had even stolen the badge given by the emperor. Wasn't he committing a sin for himself?

If Shaan Qingyun had worn the golden plate often on his belt, he would have long taken a detour after seeing it. How would he dare to have any thoughts of hitting the officer? Chu Yizhen wanted to cry but had no tears. There was a bitterness that he could not put into words.

As expected, after Chu Yizhen finished reading the six words "Godly Constable," two pairs of raised hands were tightly bound by a pair of iron shackles. These handcuffs were a bit heavy, and when they touched the skin, it was cold and cold.

"Master, don't chop my head!" Chu Yizhen knelt down and hugged Shaan Qingyun's thigh tightly. He cried until he had snot and tears. He was very sad.

"You have committed a crime worse than being beheaded." The young constable's voice was deep and pleasant. It was serious, but it was comforting. Chu Yizhen did not have time to savor it. He took the golden waist tag from Shaan Qingyun and took the purse back.

This Shaan Qingyun had an imposing manner and an extraordinary bearing. He could still talk to a thief so calmly after being robbed. If it were any other Master, he would have beaten the thief to vent his anger. However, Shaan Qingyun was different from the other Master. Not only did he not beat him, but he also brought him back to the inn.

The waiter with a white cloth in his hand was greeting the guests. When he saw Shaan Qingyun, he quickly greeted him with a smile, "Master, where are you going? Are you staying in the inn?" The waiter's eyes drifted to Chu Yizhen, who was behind him. When he saw that Chu Yizhen had handcuffed his hands, he immediately understood what was going on, but he didn't say anything.

"Stay in the restaurant." Shaan Qingyun put an ingot of silver on the counter without hesitation. The waiter enthusiastically agreed and led the waiter upstairs. He led Shaan Qingyun to a room with a high room. This room was rather elegant. A screen of purple bamboo canvas was set up in front of a low table. On the table was a white porcelain tea set, and on the walls hung paintings of mountains and rivers.

Shaan Qingyun handcuffed Chu Yizhen to the room. Chu Yizhen struggled a few times but did not break free. He smiled at him flatteringly. "Master, if I can solve a few cases for you, will I be able to make up for my mistakes and not have to go to jail?"

"If you can really make up for your mistakes, I will ask Master of Directorate of Celestials to reduce your punishment." Shaan Qingyun did not say much to him and quickly left the inn.

Shaan Qingyun only came back at night. He did not know what he did. He might have gone to do some work. When he went to bed, Shaan Qingyun gave the bed to Chu Yizhen and sat in the chair with his eyes closed.

"Master, actually, I don't mind squeezing in with you." Chu Yizhen patted the side and gave him a seat. Shaan Qingyun did not say anything. Clearly, he did not accept his kindness.

Chu Yizhen waited for half a night. Master called out several times. When he saw that the other party did not react, he thought that he was asleep and wanted to slip away quietly. When he passed by Shaan Qingyun, the other party suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Go where."

Chu Yizhen's legs went soft. With a plop, he collapsed on the ground. He sucked in a breath of cold air and patted his chest. "You scared people to death, don't you know?"

Shaan Qingyun did not answer. He just looked at him. Chu Yizhen felt guilty. He walked towards the bed. "I don't want to go anywhere. I just came to ask if you want to go to the bed and lie down for a while."

"No need." Shaan Qingyun rejected Chu Yizhen's "kindness" without thinking. With Shaan Qingyun guarding him, Chu Yizhen could not run even if he wanted to. He had to go back to sleep.

The next morning, the waiter anxiously knocked on the door of the guest room. It was as if the door would not stop until it was smashed. He said anxiously, "Master! Master! Wake up! Something big has happened!"

Shaan Qingyun opened his eyes and walked to the door of the guest room. Chu Yizhen was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door as if he was asking for his life. Immediately after, the waiter was shouting like a ghost.

He heard Shaan Qingyun getting up. Then, he felt a sudden pain in his neck. Something like a thin rope instantly wrapped around his throat and made him unable to breathe. He coughed and the beautiful dream that he had for a night suddenly disappeared. It almost took half of his life.

"Cough, cough, cough... Master, if you want to execute me, I will accept the poison wine. But giving Bai Ling is not your way of doing things. Besides, this isn't the white silk either. Don't just randomly pick up a hemp rope from the ground and use it as Bai Ling's way of doing things, I don't want to die like this... "

The wails of ghosts came from behind. Only then did Shaan Qingyun stop in his tracks. He turned around and saw Chu Yizhen lying on the ground like a toad. He immediately let go of the rope in his hand and said calmly.

"I was afraid that you would escape last night, so I tied you up. I didn't want to execute you. I told you that you wouldn't be punished to death."

Chu Yizhen untied the rope around his neck and accidentally saw Shaan Qingyun's hand. He couldn't help but be shocked. He was afraid that Shaan Qingyun would run away. The rope was tightly tied, and there was a sharp red mark on his palm. The circulation of his blood was not smooth, and it blocked his blood vessels. His meridians were difficult to open, and a few red marks seemed to have been embedded into his skin. It was unbearable to watch.

Chu Yizhen got up from the ground and patted his clothes. He walked towards Shaan Qingyun. As soon as his hand touched Shaan Qingyun, he avoided it like a needle. Chu Yizhen smiled and said, "I won't hurt you. I will help you heal your blood and blood stasis."

Chu Yizhen picked up Shaan Qingyun's hand again and rubbed it back and forth in his palm. He was skilled and experienced. Shaan Qingyun looked at him quietly and slightly turned his face away. He did not look at his long black eyelashes or his focused eyes. The air seemed to freeze. The waiter's knocking broke the short silence. Shaan Qingyun came back to his senses and quickly pulled his hand away. He turned around and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, Shaan Qingyun saw the disappointed face of the waiter. His face was pale. His face was as white as a sheet of paper, as if he had been stimulated by something. When he saw Shaan Qingyun, it was as if he had seen his savior. The color on his face had recovered a lot.

"Master, someone's dead. Quickly take a look!"

The waiter was quite frightened. He still had lingering fear. He led the two of them through the straight corridor and up the stairs. The strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Chu Yizhen could not help but frown. The waiter covered his nose, closed his eyes, and did not dare to look. He only pointed at a large open room.

"That's it. When I fetched water in the morning to wash the face of young master Situ, I found that he was dead. He died miserably. " I'm not going to say anymore. I'm afraid that I might have a nightmare. Master, you are the one in charge of these things. Take a look for yourself. "

The waiter didn't dare to approach the crime scene. Shaan Qingyun didn't say anything. He went straight to the room and got closer. However, he didn't change his expression. After all, he was an official. He had seen this kind of thing many times. Chu Yizhen followed them to the door of the room. The floor was full of dried blood. There was little, there was deep. There was a shallow place where they met. There were no rules, like red ink that was randomly sprayed.

The cold and stiff headless corpse lay flat on the bed. From the looks of it, the owner of the body and the clothes that could be broken out of the corpse was Situ Jian. The cut on the neck of the corpse was slightly slanted. It could be seen that it was cut from top to bottom with a swift blade. Even a piece of the neck bone was cut off. Blood splashed three feet and more than half of it sprayed onto the wall. The rest soaked the bed, flowed down from the bed, and onto the ground. The scene was truly shocking.