The Heartless Mage Chapter 127: Soul

As Master Ma expected, General Inaba was shocked by his mysterious description.

He was about to shiver like crazy in front of the general, his expression and tone as if he had been terrified. A piece of bunker adventure was said by him that the foreword did not fit the description, but the attitude was very serious, seriously making General Inaba sweat secretly, almost suspecting that Mr. Ma was also caught by a ghost, I wish I could burn him on the spot. .

Because it is true that there is no evidence of death, General Inaba temporarily appeased Master Ma, and then went to meet Saiwei Shengyi and Wuxin in person. Saiwei and Shengyi followed their father's teachings. Like two desperate sick chickens, they stretched their necks, hunched their backs, and slumped their shoulders, talking nonsense in front of General Inaba. General Inaba asked in a hurry, Katsui closed his eyes and said nothing, and Saiwei had a little talent for acting, staring at the general in a daze.

The general's suspicions about the Ma family were all frightened, so he turned his attention to Wuxin. As far as he knew, Wuxin was a first-class onmyoji, and he must not be afraid of ghosts and gods. But after talking face to face for a while, the general closed his mouth very uncomfortable. Wuxin is full of nonsense, every sentence is creepy; when he asks others about things, he opens a pair of black eyes, but he asks three questions.

When the general was at a loss, Mr. Ma spoke again, saying that he was going home; he also said that he would go home for a few days to rest for a few days. By the way, he wrote a report on his expedition and presented it to the general. .

General, because he thought he could squeeze some nutrients out of the dry Ma family, he didn't turn his face. Since he didn't want to turn his face, he went to the other extreme, sending warmth to the Ma family like a spring breeze. When Mr. Ma wanted to go home, he sent a car to transport the four mental illnesses in his eyes to Beijing.

On the way from Tianjin to Beijing, Wuxin sat in the back seat of the car, slowly wiping the silver belt in his hands, and looking around suspiciously.

There is always a trace of the bleak and cold atmosphere unique to the bunker in the car, but there is no trace of ghosts wherever he can see. He made a murmur, but he couldn't tell others, because there was no basis and no evidence, and it was not right to scare people casually.

Sawei knows that although everyone can return to Beijing, it is far from safe and sound. Leaning her head on Wuxin's shoulder, she stared straight ahead. Wuxin's fingers are very flexible, holding a rough cloth to rub the lotus pattern. Saiwei stared at his reddish fingertips and thought blankly: "Nails are so well done."

After half a day, they arrived at the Beijing Ma Zhai.

They only walked for about a month in total, but it was autumn when they left, and the horse house was decorated with autumn chrysanthemums and red leaves; Since Master Ma is not dead, the rules of the Ma's house cannot be changed; The housekeeper secretly told Mr. Ma that it was the fourth concubine who eloped with the driver at home, and nothing was taken away except her own money.

Master Ma nodded, not too interested in Fourth Aunt. There is still no shortage of Japanese soldiers before and after the Mazhai, and the back garden has become a small barracks. Eyeliners were everywhere. Master Ma sat behind the desk in the study and asked the housekeeper to close the door. When the housekeeper came back after closing the door, Master Ma pushed a letter full of small characters in front of him.

The butler picked up the stationery and looked at it, and his face immediately changed color. Taking the pencil from Master Ma, he pulled up a chair and sat down, and began to respond on the paper.

Meanwhile, Saiwei and Shengyi took a shower, changed their clothes, and took a selfie in the mirror, thinking they needed some grooming. Shengyi was too cold and wanted to call the barber to come to the door for service. He walked into Saiwei's house with the phone book in between, he and Saiwei discussed the current modern hairstyle, and said, "I don't want to cut it too short, and I won't be obedient if my hair is short. What about you, sister? Are you still hot? Don't burn it, you see the ends of your hair are burnt yellow."

Sawei touched his hair and was about to answer, but his mind changed faster than his words: "Where's Wuxin?"

Shengyi stretched out his hand and pointed out: "I'm wiping silver in my house." Then he poked his head towards Saiwei and asked in a low voice, "Sister, why do you think he doesn't change his appearance?"

Sai Wei was also puzzled, and replied softly: "I also found out, he... he always seems to be the same."

Sheng Yi said again: "Did he practice some kung fu to become crazy? You can see that his hair never grows, and he doesn't have a beard on his face. It's nothing if he doesn't have a beard, and my face is pretty clean. But no matter how many, there must be a few on his chin and lips, right? I have observed him, and he really has no hair at all."

Sai Wei pondered and replied: "There are also people who don't grow a beard...such as the fifth uncle."

Sheng Yi nodded: "Yes, maybe he is like the fifth uncle. When he was young, his face was very slick, and the older he got, the rougher he became."

Savi was not happy when he heard it: "Fuck you!"

Sai Wei and Sheng Yi silently called a hairdresser, wanting to beautify their image. At the same time, Wuxin sneaked out of the hospital while they were not paying attention, and wanted to find the eldest wife Peihua.

Ma Zhai is too big. Although he knows that Peihua is a person who was put into the cold palace, he does not know where the cold palace is. Walking along the road to the secluded place, he thought that Peihua was just a piece of furniture in Master Ma's hands, and it was a piece of furniture that fell out of favor and committed a crime, so he must not enjoy any good treatment.

Then he looked up and suddenly met Peihua.

Pehua is like a piece of pasta with no taste, plain and dignified. Wuxin was thinking about her, but when she thought about it unexpectedly, she came up with a living person, but she was shocked. And she stood on the bluestone road and smiled at Wuxin: "Master Wuxin."

Wuxin also bowed: "Mrs. I have something to say-"

At the same time as he spoke, Peihua also said: "I have something to say-"

The two of them grabbed the words in unison, and then received the words together again. Wuxin nodded to Peihua: "Mrs. first, let's talk."

Peihua lowered her head and asked softly, "Master Wuxin, I want to ask about the eldest young master - is the eldest young master back?"

Wuxin couldn't make the news of Ma Yinghao's death tactfully heard, so after a brief thought, he simply answered: "He died, he was killed by a grenade. He was with me before the explosion, Let me bring you a few words."

Pehua had always stood firm, but when she heard the word "death", she became more and more motionless, and people became statues. After Wuxin had recited Ma Yinghao's last words, she let out a low "Oh", as if her neck was stiff.

Like a small-faced person, she stood in the cold wind, without tears or choking, just standing. After a long time, she slowly asked again: "Yes... did you leave all at once?"

Wuxin told him with certainty: "Yes, the grenade is so powerful, it's gone at once."

Peihua swayed suddenly, looked up at Wuxin, like a little girl asking for assurance from an adult: "It doesn't hurt, right?"

Wuxin shook his head firmly: "It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt for a second."

Peihua's eyes gradually flashed with water: "Before leaving... did you suffer?"

Wuxin continued to shake his head: "No."

Peihua bowed to Wuxin with a light voice: "Master Wuxin, thank you."

Pehua slowly moved back step by step until she moved into her cold room.

She settled down on the bed, tears rolling in her eyes a few times before finally drying her eyes to the point of bitterness.

She doesn't call anyone, and Mommy doesn't show up. She sat and sat all the time, thinking about how she and Ma Yinghao met and how they got along. Ma Yinghao is not easy to serve, and his temper is a bit strange, and he is often lukewarm to her. She didn't know what to do, she was really tortured by him.

Well now, no one can torture her anymore.

In the dimly lit room, a familiar little shadow suddenly appeared. Peihua raised his head and saw Ma Junjie in a trance.

"Five young masters..." She murmured, "Didn't you die outside?"

Ma Junjie stood looming in the dark and laughed at her: "I am dead, so is my eldest brother. Mom, do you want to come? You can see my eldest brother when you come."

Peihua stood up on the bedpost like a sleepwalker: "Can I see the hero?"

Ma Junjie stood in the unreachable place and smiled very cutely: "When the big brother dies, you die too, and you can be together forever."

Pehua's brain seemed to be rusted, unable to move at all. After listening to Ma Junjie's words in confusion, she thought that Ma Junjie's words were reasonable, why? do not know. Anyway, I have to die, and when I die, I can see the hero.

Stepping up on the stool, she desperately hung a nylon **** the bed beam. With her head in the noose, she kicked the stool under her feet. Two scripts could still step on the edge of the bed, but the kid's words always echoed in her ears, making her straighten her legs willingly.

Ma Junjie waited eagerly. As soon as Peihua's soul left the body, it was completely swallowed by him.

Inadvertently lying next to Sheng Yi, rubbing his belt with the black touch. The Ma family has many eyes, but he wants to keep a little distance from Saiwei.

He always felt that there was a ghost in the horse house, and it was not a good thing. But where is the ghost, he doesn't know. Ghosts seem to be everywhere, but they only hide from him.

The next morning, Mr. Ma heard the news of Peihua's death in bed. Wearing his embroidered hat and sitting up, he first subconsciously scolded: "Bitch, do you want to make a fuss?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he froze thoughtfully for a while, then clapped his hands violently, with a happy expression on his face. He called his most trusted and beloved big housekeeper to the bedroom, and he gave some orders. After the big butler left the bedroom, he immediately announced the master's will to hold a funeral for his wife, and took the eighth concubine who was frozen in the hospital with him, and then gave the eldest young master and five who were dead without a whole body. The young master made a tomb of clothes.

The people of the Ma family are under surveillance, but there is no problem with reasonable access. The housekeeper travels in and out like a shuttle every day, taking advantage of the chaos to transport out a large amount of gold. The gold terminal is Shanghai. Master Ma has an old sister in Shanghai. The old sister's feelings for her younger brother are similar to that of her mother for her son, even if the younger brother is an angry person.