As soon as the wandering official left, there were whispers in the room. "Uhm..." Someone was humming.
Situ Feiyu walked quickly into the clean and tidy room. There was no extra decoration, only a desk with some books on it. The collapsed macheteman lay down quietly and covered the quilt with his quilt. His face was still pale, and his lips moved. He said in a low voice, "That horse pack... the head... is in the yard..." He said very hard. He spoke very slowly, and each word squeezed out of his throat. His right shoulder seemed to shake, but he did not feel angry.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a strong smell of medicine spread out.
After saying those words, he passed out again.
Upon hearing that it was a horsehead, Situ Feiyu knew that the heavy horsehead in the yard of the mansion w
