On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1945 The Value of Death

Yan Ruyu stared at the man in black in front of her.

The man in black's heart was pounding: "We are responsible for guarding there. The guards outside may seem tight, but if we encounter an expert, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop them."

"Who are the women imprisoned there? What are they for?"

The man in black pursed his lips slightly, and Huo Changhe said coldly: "Don't say you don't know."

"I... I know some, but not all, because we usually stay in the yard and don't go anywhere else."

"They were captured, but this wasn't their first destination. They must have been screened elsewhere before being sent here."

"Why do you think so?" Yan Ruyu asked.

"Although they are frightened, they are not as helpless as they were at first, and are more obedient," the man in black whispered. "It's obvious."

Just like the women in a brothel, there is a clear difference between those who have just arrived and those who have been there for a while.

"What do they usually do?"

"It's about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. There are all kinds of rules. They're very strict." A hint of emotion flashed in the eyes of the man in black. "Those who practice well will be sent away, probably as gifts."

"Those who don't practice well... they will take an exam soon, and the one who ranks last will be..."

"By what, tell me!"

"They were killed," the man in black said in a lower voice. After a pause, he quickly explained, "but it wasn't us who killed them. We only guarded them, not killed them."

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly. "Capturing, training, selecting, and then killing them just because they didn't do well on the exam, isn't that too expensive?"

"Does this killing have other meanings, other uses?"

This killing is not just killing in the simple sense, it is about taking people's lives and letting them die.

To those demons, these beautiful women are commodities waiting to be sold at a price.

Death is the simplest and most unprofitable thing.

Even if they were sold as the lowest-class prostitutes, it would be better than letting them die in vain.

Unless, this "death" is more valuable.

A hint of surprise flashed across the black-clothed man's eyes, and he became even more afraid of Yan Ruyu.

The eyes are too poisonous.

"It's just... they'll cleanse themselves, bathe, and drink some kind of soup and medicine. Their whole bodies will be fragrant and soft. Finally, they'll use some medicine, and their bones will become soft, like a pool of mud."

"Later, we will use them to shape the image."

After hearing this, Yan Ruyu got goose bumps all over her body and shuddered in her heart.

She couldn't help but think of the lifelike statue that looked so much like her. Could it be...

She suppressed the urge to vomit, turned to the window and took a moment to relax.

Huo Changhe grabbed the black-clad man by the collar and asked, "Have you ever seen what a statue looks like?"

The man in black shook his head: "No, really not. After they bathed and drank the medicine, they were taken away. I don't know where they went."

"Sometimes they make mistakes and get beaten, leaving scars on their bodies, which requires an extra layer of special treatment. I just know that when making statues, there must be no scars and the whole body must be clean."

"The treatment was taken away and done somewhere else, so I was not aware of it."

"Whose people are you?" Yan Ruyu turned around and asked, "You are not Liu Balang's people."

The man in black was startled.

……

After an hour of fighting, the two men in black finally calmed down.

One itch is relieved, the other is less smelly.

But both of them were freezing cold, wrapped in blankets and drinking hot tea.

Seeing them like this, Liu Balang whispered, "You two, have you seen anyone else these days? Outsiders?"

"We're just in this yard. We're not going anywhere. How can we meet outsiders? Today is the first time."

"When I first came here, the Palace Master told me to only take care of matters within the courtyard and not anything else."

Liu Balang nodded: "Yes, but your itch must have been caused by poison."

The man in black laughed angrily: "How could I not know? When that bucket of water came down, I felt something was wrong."

"I was poisoned by this kind of poison before," said Liu Balang.

The man in black's eyes immediately flashed with a fierce light: "Who is it? Have you caught him?"

"No," Liu Balang shook his head. "There have been a lot of things happening in the mansion recently. There was an assassin, I was poisoned, my storehouse was robbed, and tonight, someone broke into Jingsi Garden..."

Before he could finish his words, the man in black interrupted him: "No one could have broken in. It was a bird that came in. We spotted it and chased it out, only then did we see the assassin."

Liu Balang was startled: "Bird?"

He really couldn't believe that what happened tonight was caused by a bird.

I was so stunned that I forgot what I wanted to say next.

"Everything is normal, except that someone poisoned us. However, since you haven't entered the yard, this matter is not our responsibility. You can handle it yourself."

The man in black was impatient and was obviously trying to drive someone away.

Liu Balang could also hear it and prepared to leave in embarrassment.

Just as he stood up to speak, one of the men in black asked, "Where's the third one?"

They don't have names, and when they go on missions, they form temporary teams. They don't ask each other's names, only have number plates.

The other man in black looked around and said, "I don't know. He was too busy washing the stench off his body to pay attention to anything else. He seems to have fainted or something. He should still be fighting."

The two immediately looked at Liu Balang, who understood and said, "I'll take people to look for him right away."

He left the yard and saw that everything was normal, even the shadows of the women reflected in the windows had not changed, and he felt a little relieved.

Sure enough, a few black hairs were found on a windowsill.

I thought to myself—birds? This is too far-fetched.

So what if there was a bird? So what if I saw it?

Is it possible that anyone can understand bird language, or can birds speak human language?

It's ridiculous.

He walked quickly out of the courtyard gate, called a few guards, and searched for people at the place where the fight had just taken place with a torch.

The traces of the fight were still there, the ground was still wet, and smoke was still coming out of the burnt area not far away.

But, after searching everywhere, where is the person?

But there is no trace of "three".

Looking more closely, there was blood on the grass leaves and the tree trunk under the tree. He must have been injured. The two men in black also said that he had fainted.

Even if he is not unconscious but dead, he should be here.

The assassin can't just carry the corpse away.

Moreover, Sun Qing didn't mention that the assassin took the person away.

But after searching around several times, I couldn't find it.

Weird.

"Call Sun Qing."

Soon, Sun Qing came in a hurry.

"Eighth Master, all the guards in the mansion are in place, please defend well."

Liu Balang nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, there is something I want to ask you."

"You say."

"Did you see clearly what the two assassins looked like?"

Sun Qing thought for a moment and said, "That's not the case. They moved very quickly. I could only see that they were two men."

"When they run, how fast are they?"

Sun Qing sighed softly, "They were very fast, and their agility is something I rarely see. If not for that, I wouldn't have let them get away."

The wound on Sun Qing's arm was soaked through by the bandage, revealing blood.

Liu Balang patted him on the shoulder.