Lin Mengya immediately pricked the top of her head with three more needles.
Ruan Ying's bewildered eyes finally became a little clearer.
But her face was as pale as a sheet, as if she had not recovered from the shock.
"I, I'm still alive?"
Lin Mengya held her hand and checked her pulse.
"No matter what you saw just now, it was a dream. Don't be afraid, you're fine now. "
Ruan Ying heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that it was a dream.
She patted her chest and sighed.
"So it's just a dream, but this dream is a little too real. I thought I was going to die soon. "
Lin Mengya's eyes flashed.
She did not finish her words just now.
Ruan Ying had indeed experienced a cruel dream, but if she had really died in the dream, then in real life, she would most likely have met with misfortune as well.
This method of killing people in a dream was very secretive, but it was not completely unfamiliar to her.
"Eat something first, Baisu, come with me to prepare some sedative medicine."
Ruan Ying did not doubt her words, but just nodded awkwardly and accepted her kindness.
Lin Mengya brought Baisu back to her room.
She had ready-made sedative medicine, so she called Baisu to ask about Ruan Ying's condition.
"Was there anything unusual about her before? Did she see anyone? Did she eat anything special? "
Baisu thought carefully and said, "According to your order, we didn't let any strangers in. But one of her cousins came to visit. They just said a few words and left, but they were very quiet at that time, so I didn't hear what they were talking about. "
Was it the young man who instigated everyone to blame Long Tianhao?
Lin Mengya felt that he was very suspicious.
"What happened after that?"
"After that, he left. I remember that when Ruan Ying was about to sleep, she said a few words to herself. She said something like 'she was going to sleep, it was the will of the God of Dreams'. Cai Ru and I thought that her family had some kind of special belief. Now it seems that it was a sign that those people were going to hurt her. "
The God of Dreams?
What kind of god was that? She had never heard of it.
However, the most important thing now was to clarify the matter of Uncle-Master killing Song Da.
After giving the medicine to Baisu and telling them how to prevent similar things, she went to the cabin where her teacher and uncle were.
It was very quiet inside, and there didn't seem to be anyone inside.
She gently knocked on the door, but no one answered.
"Master, Martial Uncle, are you there?"
After checking again and again, she was sure that there was no one inside.
That was strange.
Where could he go at this time?
Speaking of which, Zhang Xuan and Senior Uncle were both experts in the art of poison, so they weren't particularly sensitive to interpersonal relationships.
As a result, although they were famous, they didn't have many close friends.
Even if he wanted to relax, he wouldn't go to other people's rooms.
Could it be that he went outside?
Just as she reached the deck, she heard a "plop" from the stern of the ship.
Could it be that something fell into the water?
She hurriedly rushed over, only to see that her Martial Uncle, who had previously said that he wanted her to think about it, was actually sitting paralyzed on the side of the ship with his eyes tightly shut.
"Martial Uncle!"
She hurriedly walked over and saw that her Martial Uncle was tightly covering his abdomen, which was already dyed red with blood.
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"Guards! Come quickly! "
She shouted loudly, and soon, many people came to help.
They hurriedly carried Wu Chong into the cabin. At this moment, Baili Rui rubbed his eyes and opened the door.
"What's the noise … Junior Brother! Why are you injured? Quick, help him inside! "
Martial Uncle was sent to the bed. Lin Mengya and Zhang Xuan looked solemn, but they cooperated very well.
The wound was on his lower abdomen, and it seemed that it was caused by a sharp weapon. The wound was very deep.
Fortunately, she brought the secret medicine with her. Otherwise, Martial Uncle's life would be in danger.
She quickly dealt with the wound, pried open his mouth, and fed him some medicine. Finally, his condition stabilized.
Lin Mengya let out a long sigh of relief. But there was a new situation outside.
"Someone found Martial Uncle Wu's suicide note!"
Immediately, the crowd's attention was attracted again.
She felt a little uneasy in her heart, especially after the will was opened by someone and verified.
"It says that Senior Uncle Wu killed Senior Brother Song, so he felt uneasy and regretted his actions. That's why he killed himself!"
A stone stirred up a thousand ripples, and the crowd was in an uproar.
Zhang Xuan's face instantly darkened. He was about to get angry, but Lin Mengya stopped him.
"It's better not to believe such unconfirmed things. Can I have a look at this suicide note?"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, everyone knew that she could not fake it.
After a while, the blood-stained suicide note was handed to her.
She opened it and found that the content was true, and the handwriting was very similar to Martial Uncle's.
After gently sniffing the paper, she immediately realized that this suicide note was fake.
"This is a forged suicide note. If you don't believe it, you can immediately find the Wu Family to verify it."
"But Martial Uncle Wu has a high status in the Wu Family. How could they tell the truth?"
Everyone had the same concern.
After all, everyone knew that the younger generation of the Wu Family worshiped Wu Chong very much.
Lin Mengya folded the suicide note twice, and after making sure that no handwriting could be seen, she said, "How about this? I'll find Martial Uncle's usual calligraphy and put it in an envelope, just like this one. Do you think it's fair to invite the Wu Family to choose under the witness of everyone?
If this was the case, there were a few letters that could be trusted.
Most of the people did not believe that Wu Chong was the real murderer, so they quickly prepared everything.
The Wu Family, who had just received the news, were also invited over.
This time, the "young genius" of the Wu Family had returned to the Wu Family in advance to work hard because his confidence had suffered a setback.
Wu Xun, a disciple in his thirties, was in charge of leading the team.
Moreover, he was steady, and Wu Chong liked him more than the young genius.
Wu Xun first bowed to her teacher with a cautious look on his face.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle. I'm Wu Xun."
Zhang Xuan waved his hand and remained silent.
Wu Xun nodded and bowed to her.
"Greetings, Master Gong."
According to seniority, she could only be considered his junior sister.
However, Wu Xun was a cautious person. He did not dare to overstep his boundaries in front of everyone.
"Senior Martial Brother Wu, I invited you here this time because I want to know which one contains Uncle-Master's letter."
Someone next to him placed two envelopes that looked exactly the same in front of him.
Wu Xun was about to open the envelopes when someone stopped him.
"It's like this." She tried to make her tone sound the same.
"One of the two letters is real, and the other is fake. The contents are completely different. We can't tell which one is the real one, so we've invited you here to see if there's any way. It's best if we don't have to read the contents to know whether it's real or fake. "
Most of the people were not optimistic about her words.
Some of the more radical ones even snorted through their nostrils to show their disdain.
Wu Xun seemed to understand something from Lin Mengya's words and nodded.
He picked up the envelopes and examined them under his nose. Then, without hesitation, he chose one of them.
"This is the Ancestor's letter. I swear on my life that it's definitely not wrong. "
No one knew what was inside. In order to ensure fairness, a few people had swapped the order of the treasures.
Lin Mengya looked at the envelope in his hand.
"Can you guarantee it?"
"Of course I can. What you don't know is that my Martial Uncle has a very special temper. A thief once pretended to be his notebook and almost caused a disaster. From now on, my ancestor's ink will be modified with a special kind of medicinal powder. Only the members of the Wu family can smell this powder. As for the others, we need to use some tricks. "
He handed the letter that he had identified to the nearest person.
That person was just a bystander and had no relationship with the Wu family.
"Please try it first and see what it smells like."
That person was skeptical, but he carefully took a deep breath.
Then, he shook his head and said, "There's no smell at all."
Wu Xun took out a small box from the small purse at his waist. He opened the box and found some ointment in it.
"Please smell this first."
The bystander immediately did as he was told. After taking a breath of the smell, Wu Xun continued, "This time, please smell it again."
That person lowered his head and frowned slightly.
"There's really a special smell. You should try it too!"
He immediately tugged at the person next to him.
But when that person took the ointment, there was no smell at all, just like before.
Wu Xun let him smell the smell in the small box again. Then, both of them had the same reaction.
Some people didn't believe it and asked them to smell another letter.
This time, the two of them almost vomited.
"Why is it so smelly?"
Wu Xun said apologetically, "My Martial Uncle really hates to be impersonated. So, after using this ointment, he smelled other people's ink and found it stinky."
This seemed to be something that Wu Xun, who had a fiery temper, would do.
Now, the crowd was 70 to 80% convinced.
After all, what Wu Xun had done was witnessed by everyone.
In front of everyone, Lin Mengya opened the letter that Wu Xun had recognized.
Sure enough, it was the letter that she had found.
She raised her hand and showed it to the crowd.
"Now, everyone can see it clearly, right? That so-called suicide note is indeed a fake. "
Some people nodded, but others raised their doubts.
"Although it's confirmed that the ink in this suicide note might not be what Senior Wu is used to. But when a person has lost the will to live, why would he care about these things? In my opinion, we'd better wait for Senior Wu to wake up before making a decision. "
This also represented the opinion of many people.
Wu Xun's seniority was high, so they had to be cautious.
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