Everyone in the county king's mansion knew that Fang Xile was obsessed with a painting.

She had been staring at the painting all day long.

When I caught someone, I asked what was so special about this painting, and even Qin Yuchuan, the king of the county, was on the scene.

"This is Zheng Zhongyuan's painting, his painting of the tiger is a must, the tiger in this painting is lifelike, the painting is meticulous, even the tiger hair is depicted one by one, can be kept as a family heirloom. ”

Although he can't paint, after all, he grew up in the palace and has seen many painters, so he can taste the charm.

"What's so special about it?"

"What's special, hmm, the tiger's tail is very long?"

......

As soon as Qin Yuchuan came out, Hao Dayou greeted him: "How is it?

Qin Yuchuan shook his head: "I didn't help." ”

Hao Dayou stomped his feet: "Oh, this girl has not eaten since she came back yesterday, how can this work." ”

He stomped his foot, and the massive figure shook the ground.

Zhou Yongxian, who joined later, was full of question marks: "Why does she have to say goodbye to a painting?"

Ning Zizhi explained: "She promised in front of all the elders of the Flying Scorpion Gang that she would find out the truth within three days!"

Zhou Yongxian was speechless: "This, what if I can't find out? The people of the Flying Scorpion Gang are not allowed to settle accounts with her?"

Ning Zizhi spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "What else can I do? Hiding from the people of the Flying Scorpion Gang, they can't keep holding on to this, right?"

Hey, what does this smell like, it's so fragrant. ”

I saw Hao Dayou coming over with a cup of soup, the amount was not much, probably enough for one person to drink half full, but the fragrance was really attractive.

"My carefully boiled Buddha jumped over the wall!"

Ning Zizhi licked his lips: "Why don't I help you taste it and see if the taste is suitable?"

"Stay put!"

Ning Zizhi was a little aggrieved: "You said that if I don't eat for a day, Chef Hao will make me a Buddha jumping over the wall?"

Zhou Yong glanced at him first: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?"

"Of course it's true!"

"No!"

Ning Zi: "......"

Hao Da knocked on Fang Xile's door, with a smile on his face, his face full of fat was huddled, and he couldn't find where his eyes were.

"Hehe, joy, come over and drink some soup and replenish your physical strength before you can continue to investigate the case!"

A tempting smell came, and Fang Xile raised his head.

Although I was not in the mood to eat, I couldn't help but drool when I smelled it.

She simply put down the scroll and drank the soup.

"Hmmm!"

Hao Dayou laughed so hard that the flesh on his face trembled: "It's delicious, right, then drink more." ”

"What's in there?"

"I put a dozen spices in it, but I also put something special in it. ”

Fang Xile no longer asked, "Chef Hao, do you see anything special about this painting?"

Hao Dayou waved his hand: "I can only make food, how can I appreciate paintings." ”

Then he said "huh".

"What, do you see something?"

Fang Xile hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, but this paper..."

"What's wrong with the drawing paper?" Fang Xile was a little puzzled, she also studied the drawing paper carefully, and didn't see the mezzanine, so she almost tore the painting open to check it.

"The tiger is painted in tiger skin, which is very ingenious, hehe. ”

"Tiger skin?"

"That's right," Hao Dayou said about the field he was good at, and immediately became a lot more confident: "I have also made a lot of tiger bone soup and brewed a lot of tiger claw wine, of course I can recognize it."

You see, it is tougher to the touch than paper made of grass and trees, and the texture is rougher than ordinary skin.

There is also a pattern on the back, although it is very light, but it can be seen that it is not printed, but it comes with itself, this is not what a tiger skin is!"

"Tiger skin, tiger skin... skin..."

Fang Xile muttered quietly.

Something, more and more clear in the mind.

"I'll go to the study!"

Fang Xile put down the soup and ran away.

"Hey!" Chef Hao raised his hand in vain, looked at Fang Xile's back and shook his head.

The study room of the county king's mansion has a large collection of books, if you have no goal, you want to find useful information in this vast book, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fang Xile didn't read the records and notes about ghosts.

Instead, she picked up a novel she had read the other day - "The Adventures of a Scholar".

The protagonist of this book is a scholar, and it tells the story of all kinds of ghosts he encountered, and finally escaped.

The author is very detailed, and there are even illustrations, as detailed as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

The process is also described as thrilling, which is a rare and good book.

Fang Xile turned to one of the pages, and his eyes flashed with joy.

Got it!

This is a scholar's prior experience, and he met a skin ghost, who can draw facial features on human skin, and loves to disguise himself as a beauty, hook up with passers-by, and kill people.

There is also an illustration of a ghost drawing, but on the table is not paper, but human skin.

The ghost creature is green-faced, thin, and has long nails.

It's exactly the same as the ghost thing Fang Xile saw that day!

Lady Milu was afraid that she had seen the Painted Ghost take off her human skin and paint it, so she stared at the painting before she died.

Fang Xile held back his excitement, opened the ghost file, and found the record of the painted ghost in it.

There is very little content in the book, and there are no illustrations.

Painted skin ghost, good at disguise, equivalent to the late stage of the cyclone and even the grandmaster-level cultivation.

Cyclone late repair?

So why didn't it kill itself that night, but turned around and ran?

Because it can't beat it? No, it's going to lure itself to the Scorpion Gang.

For what?

Fang Xile thought quickly, skimming the past events in his mind one by one, trying to piece together the pieces.

The ghost creature is extremely sensitive to the breath of people, and it is impossible not to find Lady Miru, so it was discovered on purpose.

And after Mrs. Milu quarreled with Yuan Zhan in public, saying that Yuan Zhan had colluded with ghosts, she killed her.

There is only one purpose in doing this, to frame Yuan Zhan!

led herself there that night, I'm afraid I also wanted her to suspect Yuan Zhan!

But why?

Fang Xile closed his eyes and tried to straighten out his thoughts.

Kill the two members of the Scorpion Gang to prevent Feng Biao from detoxifying.

Kill Mrs. Chai, who buys spices at the citron shop, and she is obsessed with fragrance.

Kill Zheng Tufu, he is a gangster who blocks the road and robs, and loves to kill.

The dead Lady Milu, who fought with Yuan Zhan for control of the Scorpion Gang, loves power?

Coupled with Gang Leader Feng, he didn't know what Fang Xile liked, but what he wanted most now should be to take the antidote and live.

These people are all late-stage cyclone martial artists, and they have all lost their hearts, but what else do they have in common?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, this time, Fang Xile finally caught it!

I see!

She got it all!

Fang Xile suddenly stood up and rushed out of the study.

She needs to hurry, and she has a bad premonition that the Paintboy is about to kill the next person!

"What about Ning Zi?"

She casually stopped one of her subordinates.

"Back to the girl, Ning Daochang is talking to the prince. ”

Fang Xile breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What about Chef Hao, have you seen him?"

"Just went out. ”

"Where have you been?"

The subordinate shrank back, his expression a little frightened.

At this moment, Fang Xile couldn't take care of these anymore, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

I almost hit someone head-on.

"Captain Zhou, do you know where Hao Dayou has gone?"

Zhou Yongxian was a little confused: "He said to go to the hospital, what's wrong?"

"What are you doing in the infirmary?"

"Buy some medicinal herbs, the diet is not only for deliciousness, but also good for the body. ”

"The medical hall?" Fang Xile asked with a sinking heart.

"It's Danxintang. ”

Fang Xile's heart sank again: "Time is urgent, if I want Captain Zhou to do me a favor, you will ......"

Zhou Yongxian listened carefully, his face changed several times, and finally agreed: "Don't worry! I'll do it!"

......

It's already dark outside, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, and the roadside stalls are packing up and preparing to go home.

When the sun sinks in the west and the moon rises, it is the time when the demons wake up and dance wildly.

The distance from the Junwang's Mansion to the Danxin Medical Center is not far.

It's only half an hour's walk.

But at this time, Fang Xile felt that the road was extremely long.

Finally, the Danxin Medical Center is in front of you.

Instead, she calmed down, held the door to rest, and eased her breathing, after all, she might encounter ghosts when she went in, ghosts in the later stages of the cyclone!

Fang Xile took a deep breath, kicked his feet hard, and instantly crossed the door of the medical hall.

The infirmary was closed, and only the room at the door had an apprentice and a night watchman to deal with urgent patients.

The backyard is a dormitory for the doctors, but usually no one lives here, and the doctors are locals and don't need to live here.

There is a certain distance between the dormitory and the medical hall in front, and it is terrifyingly quiet, and there is no light in the long corridor of black holes.

Fang Xile bought into the door with one foot, and his heart couldn't help but "bang" and jump.

Her muscles tensed, and she moved cautiously, her hands on the hilt of her sword, listening to the movements around her as she went.

Although she had been careful, the empty corridor still echoed with her footsteps.

Suddenly, Fang Xile stopped.

The smell of blood!

A faint smell of blood wafted from ahead.

Not good!

Fang Xile rushed over quickly!

into the eyes

It's a corpse.

An obese corpse.

This corpse was still alive this afternoon, and she was given soup and persuaded to eat more.

Now he was lying on the ground like a dead pig, with a huge bloody hole in his chest, lying on the cold ground, unable to move anymore.

"Click, click"

A pair of red embroidered shoes appeared next to the corpse.

"It's amazing to find out so quickly!"

Fang Xile raised his head, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "Gong Lizhu!"

Flashstep!

Meteor Slash!

Anger makes her unable to keep her sanity, and as soon as she strikes, it is a trick.

"Dang!"

"Dangdang!"

Gong Lizhu lightly blocked all her attacks.

Fang Xile gasped and said, "You really deliberately led me to the Flying Scorpion Gang that night, in order to frame Yuan Zhan." ”

"That's right," a smile curled up at the corner of Gong Lizhu's mouth, "I'm a little curious, how did you find me?"

Fang Xile's gaze fell on Hao Dayou.

Gong Lizhu suddenly realized: "You don't know it's me, but you guessed that the next person who is going to die is this cook!"