MTL - What If I Can’t Die?-Chapter 15 dead dog open eyes

The Song Family Manor covers an area of ​​tens of mu, just like a small village. The buildings in the south are mainly for welcoming guests, the west gate area is home to servants, the north is the residence of the Song family, and the east is mainly warehouses and street-facing industries.

And in the middle, there is a small square, where the family holds some activities, and it is also the usual place for the family's martial arts practitioners to practice martial arts.

In recent years, due to the gradual decline of the Dagan dynasty, the corruption of the court, and natural and man-made disasters, many remote places rebelled.

In order to protect the property and the safety of the clan, the Song family has recently recruited many experts from the rivers and lakes to serve as nursing homes.

These people are all fierce and fierce, wearing blue strong clothes, forming a circle on the martial arts arena, quite impressive.

It's just that they don't look very good.

In the area surrounded by them, there were a lot of dead dogs, of various colors, mainly black, many of them were wolf dogs, the number exceeded one hundred, and all the seven orifices bleed to death.

In essence, they are similar to these dogs, except that dogs keep watch at night, and they mainly keep watch during the day.

Now that the dog is dead, their danger is at hand.

Outside the nursing home, many maids and servants looked panic-stricken and whispered.

"I heard that these dogs were not poisoned to death. They died very strangely. There is no way to find out the reason."

"I'm afraid there is something unclean."

"The old concierge who died yesterday also died in this way. Now I dare not go to the toilet alone."

"Can't black dogs ward off evil spirits? Black dogs are like this, there are really unclean things..."

"Hey, my contract of sale is still here, otherwise I would have been scared away."

At this time, a group of people came over.

Among them, a middle-aged man with a medium-sized body, a goatee, and a green shirt walked on the side, staring and shouting:

"Shut up all of them. These dogs died of the plague, and so did the old concierge. Where is the dirt?"

Everyone immediately shut up, not daring to talk nonsense.

The Song family has a big business, and the rules are very strict. Their servants and servant girls are often inferior to meat-eating wolf dogs. If they dare to contradict the big housekeeper, they will be beaten severely.

The big butler Jia Yiqian, who had just stopped the noise from the crowd, restrained his stern expression the next moment, lowered his body and respectfully said to the people around him as if changing his face: "My lord, do you think you want to start burning these sick dogs?"

The object of respect for the chief steward of the Song family, who is in charge of all the servant girls, is Song Jiang, the eldest son of the Song family.

He was tall and tall, in his forties, with a stern face and deep eyes, which seemed unfathomable. His whole person was both cold and majestic.

"Well, let's start, solve it as soon as possible, and don't let this matter spread indiscriminately."

Song Jiang nodded slightly, suddenly noticed something, and turned his head to look outside the square.

As soon as Song Shi and Xiaomei came over, the elder brother stared at him sharply: "Seventh brother, I don't have basic etiquette. When I see an elder, I don't know how to come here to pay respects."

Song Shi cursed secretly, he hated the red tape of this ancient world the most, especially that of scholars, he had to go through it once he saw everyone.

He reluctantly said: "I don't want to disturb Big Brother, you burn the dog?"

"Hmph, it's just burning a few dogs. Why don't you hurry up and prepare for the next spring test?"

Song Jiang's face was cold and his gaze was breathtaking.

"Watching a play."

Song Shi replied calmly, he didn't want to fight with this big brother before, he didn't have any foundation, now he is not even afraid of death, and he is afraid of shit.

Song Jiang was slightly stunned, this seventh younger brother dared to talk back, he looked at Song Shi coldly: "You are still stubborn, did you go to Yaoyuelou again yesterday?"

"I went to discuss the path of life with Miss Xue'er."

As soon as Song Shi said this, many servant girls blushed, and the servants secretly laughed.

"spendthrift!"

Song Jiang sneered: "The Song family doesn't raise waste. In two years, you will be an adult. If you don't have any achievements in the imperial examination, go to the countryside to farm!"

"Brother, you are not the head of the family yet, so don't worry about my affairs!"

Song Shi's face was indifferent.

It didn't take a day or two for him to be targeted by Song Jiang and even the entire Dafang.

The reason was that his mother was the maid of the big house, but she was favored by the old man and hated by the mistress, even if she died of illness, she did not give up targeting him.

If it wasn't for the old man paying attention to him, whether he could grow up normally would be a problem.

Before he backed down as much as possible, this guy grabbed him for a while when he was fine, did he really think he would endure it all the time?

"Okay, I've been to brothels a few times, and I'm getting bolder!"

There was a gloomy look in Song Jiang's eyes, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, why are you fighting with a dude, you better deal with the dead dog quickly, it stinks to death!"

A clear and capable female voice appeared from the sky, and then a yellow dress fell from the top of the building, light and floating, as if it had no weight.

This is a woman in her twenties, with a ponytail, phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows, an oval face, thin cherry lips, and a good complexion.

At this moment, she was smiling, wearing a long yellow dress, wearing purple-gold boots, and holding a gold-encrusted sword, she descended from the sky, tapped the ground a few times, and landed firmly in front of everyone.

"It's Miss Jia Er."

"Miss Jia seems to have achieved success in the Necromancer Sword School."

"It must be successful, otherwise ordinary people would have fallen to their deaths if they jumped from such a high height!"

Song Jiang, who was cold just now, suddenly showed a gentle smile: "Jiajia, you came back so soon, doesn't it mean you don't have to come back?"

"There is trouble at home, how can I ignore it, and the master said that I am capable enough to walk in the rivers and lakes, and something happened at home, so I just took a trip."

Song Jiaying turned around energetically, her tone was like a son or daughter of the world.

Song Shi curled his lips, and this woman actually ran back.

Unlike him who studied literature, this Song Jia was found to have a high talent for martial arts since she was a child, so she was sent to Tongling Mountain in Silk Prefecture to learn martial arts.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at, are you looking for a fight?"

Song Jia had a very keen sense, so she looked at Song Shi unkindly with a swipe.

"Do you want to burn the dog?"

Song Shi was impatient, the brother and sister would not let him go, is there any end?

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've really become more courageous!"

Song Jia liked to beat Song Shi since she was a child. As for the reason, her mother often said in her ears that this guy was a **** and a bastard, and she also hated him under the influence.

"Jia'er, don't be angry with this trash."

Song Jiang waved his hand, "Let's start!"

"Get the oil and firewood!"

Jia Yiqian told his servants to pour pots of tung oil on the dead dog, and then he piled up dry firewood.

Just when the servant came over with a torch, a dead dog that hadn't moved suddenly trembled, and then opened its eyes, staring at everyone with emotionless eyes.

The most frightening thing was that the eyes moved and moved strangely, as if they were still alive.

Swipe!

More dead dogs opened their eyes, and then got up tremblingly.

"what!"

This made the nearest maidservants scream and back away in panic.

Many servants were also pale with fright.

Another person beside Song Jiang stood in front of him vigilantly, with a knife as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand.

Clang!

Song Jia pulled out the sword in her hand and put on guard.

"What are you afraid of? This dog is sick and hasn't completely died yet. Hurry up!"

Song Jiang's scalp was numb.

The servant holding the torch trembled, threw the torch away, and backed away in a panic.

Hoo hoo!

Tung oil and dry firewood will burn blazingly when exposed to fire.