The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1063

Chapter 1063: 515 Jiaojiao (Two Updates)_4

It was not Jiaojiao.

It was not Jiaojiao.

It was not Jiaojiao, either.

Every person bore the mark of being killed by a single blow from the Red-Tasseled Spear, clearly showing that Gu Jiao had an easy time dealing with them.

If the dead man had been here, Gu Jiao would not have succeeded so easily.

After digging out the last body, Gu Changqing knelt in the snowfield, his fingers stiff and breath ragged.

If Gu Yan were here... If Gu Yan were here... he could definitely sense where Jiaojiao had gone to...

Ultimately, Gu Changqing was not Gu Yan; he couldn’t sense Gu Jiao’s movements. He only had an inexplicable intuition that Gu Jiao had left the forest on some sort of mission.

She probably anticipated that she would not return so soon or might not even be able to return at all, so her planned escape route was to have the patients rushed to Yuegu City, to be managed by Doctor Song.

She... she went to find that dead man of her own accord.

Why did she go to find him?

Why?

...

The snowstorm was fierce, even Mama refused to go on.

The soldier had to dismount from Mama and lead her by the reins in an effort to keep up with the troop. However, after just a couple of steps, he felt his foot trip over something, and he stumbled forward.

He fell onto a hard lump of snow, which felt a bit stiff, but he didn’t pay much mind and used his hand to push off the other side of the lump to stand back up.

But with that push.

He froze.

Something about the feel of it was wrong. What’s the matter?

A chill ran down his spine, and cautiously, he looked to where his hand lay, only to see a round, smooth head.

With a cry, he fell backward into the snowfield, planting headfirst into the snow. As he sat up, he found himself eye to eye with a set of eyes that had not closed in death.

Petrified, he didn’t even care about Mama anymore and ran forward, pell-mell, screaming, "A ghost— A ghost—"

"What’s all the noise?" a corporal grabbed him, "You want to draw the enemy to us, is that it?"

Fearful to look back, he could only point shakily behind him with a finger, "No... no... it’s not... Old Brother Zhang... there’s... there’s a ghost over there!"

The safety of their journey was of utmost importance. If there really was a ghost, it might not be an actual specter, but someone lurking in the dark!

The corporal, referred to as Old Brother Zhang, made his way through the wind and snow toward the protruding lump of snow.