The fifty-fifth night trip to Shangshu Mansion saved people from fire and water.

Liu Yun rolled his eyes unceremoniously, and said again angrily.

When he passed through Jingzhao Mansion Prison at night, the voices of his heart came to his ears one after another. Among them is Qin Ying's name.

When he went to visit the prison because he was very sensitive to the word Qin Ying, he found that Mei Sanniang was sitting in the prison and silently reciting Qin Ying.

Mei Sanniang's pink makeup had fallen off a little, revealing her haggard and sickly cheeks. The hem of the azure skirt was also stained with a lot of dust because of what happened to the owner. She sat in the corner with hollow eyes, her shoulders trembling as if she had been terrified.

Liu Yun, who had seen Mei Sanniang's appearance in the past, couldn't help but feel compassion.

He infiltrated Qin Ying's dream and told her the news that Mei Sanniang was in prison.

But after falling into a dream, Liu Yun felt that the three-hundred-year-old demon in front of her was not as smart as she looked, and she was afraid that she would not be able to save Mei Sanniang from fire and water.

"Why did she end up in Jingzhao Mansion Prison?" Qin Ying was stunned for a long time before gradually recovering her voice.

Liu Yun didn't sarcastically mock her now, just shook his head honestly.

Qin Ying closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, tears slid down: "You just said that ghosts can see the minds of sentient beings. Didn't you hear what Mei Sanniang was thinking about before she was imprisoned? ”

She just muttered one sentence in her heart: Qin Ying, it turns out that it makes sense for you to ask me to warn Hou Shangshu." Liu Yun replied softly.

Qin Ying lowered his head and muttered, and finally flashed his eyes like grasping the last driftwood in front of him when he was drowning: "Yes, Hou Shangshu." I'm going to Hou Shangshu's mansion. ”

There was no trance and surprise in her eyes, only resoluteness and determination.

Hearing the message that Mei Sanniang was in prison, Qin Ying was at a loss.

Mei Sanniang, as an official prostitute in Pingkangfang, what did she do to go to prison?

But once the matter involved Hou Shangshu, Qin Ying had some clues.

In his previous life, Hou Shangshu's attitude towards Mei Sanniang was very ambiguous, and then he even despised her in the name of drunkenness. Mei Sanniang was not there, so he carried her into his backyard. This was a turning point in Mei Sanniang's fate.

In this life, Mei Sanniang should have also been harassed by this disciple. She must have done something extraordinarily fierce to resist, so she was imprisoned in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion.

Qin Ying wanted to go to Hou Shangshu's mansion to see if the owner of the mansion had any injuries.

If Hou Shangshu hadn't been injured by Yan Zhan, he would never have been stabbed in Jingzhao Mansion for a prostitute like this, and Mei Sanniang would never have been locked up in Jingzhao Mansion Prison, at most, she would have been beaten unconscious and locked in the firewood room in the backyard.

"Are you sure you want to go to that kind of noisy place?" Liu Yun asked, but his tone was very indifferent.

She frowned and said puzzledly, "Noisy place? ”

Liu Yun replied expressionlessly: "There was just a murder tonight, and all the ghosts gathered around the mansion to cry." If you're afraid, don't join in the fun. ”

When the wind blew in the night, Qin Ying couldn't help but shiver. She raised her hand and tightened her thin robe, gritted her teeth, and said, "Take me over." ”

She had to go to the murder case. If it happened to be dead, she suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

Anyway, she knows Liu Yun, a lonely ghost who has not been dispersed for thousands of years, and she doesn't need to be afraid of any ghost who has just died.

Liu Yun glanced at her, waved his hand to take out the crane from between the voids, and threw it to Qin Ying without care.

She hugged the long mopping gray coat and asked in a daze, "You, how did you do it?" ”

There is a mezzanine on the inside, which feels very warm to the touch. Under the shroud of the cold, she didn't care about the great precautions of men and women, she shook off the big hat and draped it on her shoulders, and smelled the faint ambergris on her nose inexplicably.

"I can enter your dreams, and naturally I can also take the crane in your dreams." He did not dwell on this, but omitted it lightly. As he spoke, he walked in front of Qin Ying and led the way for her.

Before the two entered the workshop, they heard a sad cry. The sound of the ghost crying was not sharp and poignant, but it just made Qin Ying's heart furious.

Liu Yun glanced back at the person behind him coldly, and sped up his steps. He thought she would hesitate to follow, but he saw the short figure staggering over.

Standing under the plaque of Shangshu Mansion, Liu Yun asked her teasingly, "Do you want to go in?" ”

Qin Ying clutched the edge of Heyu's clothes tightly with both hands, and there was no trace of blood on her pale cheeks, but she still nodded. She had to make sure that the dead were the same as she had guessed.

"As a three-hundred-year-old demon, you are still afraid of the dead." Liu Yun snorted in a low voice, and took in her small action of pinching the edge of her clothes without revealing a trace.

The reason why he seized an opportunity to taunt Qin Ying was just to take revenge for the loss he suffered in front of her on the day of the Shangyuan Festival.

When Qin Ying heard this, her face became even more ugly. Liu Yun turned around and took the lead in entering the heavily guarded gate.

Shangshu Mansion held a family banquet in the evening, and the smell of wine in the rippling courtyard had not yet dissipated.

The unique spicy aroma of the wine covered up the ambergris on the crane, and Qin Ying's nose couldn't help twitching.

When I arrived in the lobby, there was a strong smell of blood in front of me.

Walking to a dark corner, Liu Yun stopped: "This is the source of the smell of blood." ”

Qin Ying squinted at the ground, the dark coffee-colored blood stains had been deliberately washed away by the water, and only the faint traces on the vermilion lacquer pillar could silently tell the tragic situation that had happened before.

I don't know if there is Mei Sanniang's blood: she thought when she didn't turn her head.

There was no place in the hall to set up a spiritual position, and the incident happened very suddenly, and after reporting to the official and seeking medical treatment, it was curfew.

When I entered the backyard along the winding corridor, the sobbing sound of calling Lang Jun and Aya entered my ears.

"Doctor." The middle-aged woman sat in front of the soft couch and cried so much that she grabbed the belt of her clothes, as if that would keep her from sinking into the sea of suffering, "Divine doctor." Take a look at it again. ”

"Hou Shangshu he, he is indeed a medicine stone to save him. Lady's Day mourning. The old man choked with his saliva, and finally withdrew his hand as if he had made up his mind.

Qin Ying stepped forward and took a look at Hou Junji's appearance.

The wound on his chest had been bandaged, but it had not stopped the bleeding well, Yin Hong was constantly infiltrating the silk white cloth from below, Qin Ying was stung by the Yin Hong, and it took a long time to realize that the place where he was injured was the Tanzhong acupoint.

Qin Ying said to Mei Sanniang half a year ago that if a disciple is close to you, you will stab him in the death hole. Then Qin Ying put the withered branch in his hand against the Tanzhong point on Mei Sanniang's chest.

Walking out of the room full of whimpering, Qin Ying knelt in the courtyard dejectedly, pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and said:

Hou Shangshu wanted to scare Mei Sanniang, but he never thought that Mei Sanniang would stab him in the chest with a sharp weapon. I should have thought he was retribution, but I, I...

"But you're soft-hearted." Liu Yun calmly added what she wanted to say.