After lunch, Qinghu leaned lazily on the chair, drowsy.

Duanfeng looked at the little girl who had eaten a full meal, and also felt satisfied. Guarding her and taking care of her, as long as she can accept it with joy, it is happiness.

Wu Xiaobai also regained his spirits, and the little doll may really be hungry. Qinghu looked at Wu Xiaobai, who was running crazy all over the house, in a daze, and was also much relieved.

"Yikes!"

Wu Xiaobai's exclamation came from the small kitchen.

She held the bowl with ash water, "Da Da Da" ran out and sent the bowl to Qinghu, her innocent eyes looked at Qinghu wide, and the little milk voice said: "This is it!" Sister Clear Lake! That's what A-Niang did! ”

She sent the bowl to Qinghu, and shook it with both hands: "Sister Qinghu, can you avenge A-Niang now?" May I? ”

Her dark pupils reflected the shaking face of the clear lake, eager and excited, and unobstructed.

Qinghu's warm hand was placed on the back of Wu Xiaobai's hand, gently grabbed her, and said softly: "Not yet, Xiaobai." ”

She placed the bowl on the table, staring at the resolidified ash in the bowl for a moment.

After a long silence, Qinghu exhaled in his nose and shook his head almost invisibly, his expression a little gloomy.

She took the fire from the small kitchen and lit the strip of cotton cloth in the center of the ash, which burned, and the heat slowly melted the ash.

"It's also a way to make a fire for lighting. White wax is the same as vegetable oil and animal fat, and can be used as fuel. Qinghu explained simply.

Wu Xiaobai looked at the flame burning in the white ash, and then looked at Qinghu, a little unclear: "A-Niang is also making this kind of fire, Sister Qinghu, it is the same fire." She shook her body, very impatient.

Qinghu reached out and touched Wu Xiaobai's head, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said softly, "Wait." ”

Soon, without Qinghu's explanation, Duanfeng and Wu Xiaobai both noticed something unusual.

First, a faint strange smell escaped, and the white wax slowly turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Light yellow, light yellow, goose yellow, bright yellow...

As the color deepened, the strange smell became more and more intense, and slowly it became a little smelly, like the smell of something rotten and sour.

Obviously, this kind of thing could not get into the eyes of the old man.

Qinghu had expected this early on, and she was not very disappointed.

She unconsciously rubbed the ends of her hair in her hands, already thinking about how to solve the problem.

Thinking about it, Zhu Jiulong should be stuck here and can't get by.

He killed the Wu family in order to monopolize the white wax, but he didn't expect that making the white wax was not as easy as he imagined, and the retribution of good and evil really followed him.

He scraped all the ash overnight, and he should have tried many times, but that didn't work...

Clear Lake has less than two days to go.

Wu Xiaobai suddenly squatted down on the table legs, crying, the little milk sound, twitching and pumping, it was heartbreaking to hear.

Qinghu and Duanfeng glanced at each other, she looked at Duanfeng's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, raised her hand to block his lips, and said softly: "Trust me." ”

The Wu family died quietly, and of course the Zhu family could also die without a trace.

But that's not how things in the world are counted, at least not by Clear Lake.

"I believe in you." Duanfeng held Qinghu's hand, gently pulled it to his lips, the soft hand and the lip flap touched one place, his warm snort drilled into Qinghu's palm, the girl's heartbeat missed a beat, and quickly withdrew her hand.

"I believe in you at all times." Duanfeng smiled.

"Really?" Qinghu asked with a smile.

"Yes."