The whole house was silent, and of course there was the sound of the wind, but the sound of the branches stirring was even quieter.

The moonlight sprinkled on the ridge of the roof was a bit bleak white, and the grass and trees under the eaves were sparse, which looked a little strange. Such a house is said to be haunted, and nine out of ten will believe it.

The two of them looked around on the ridge for a moment, then chose a corner in the backlight and jumped to the ground.

The house looked bright on the outside, but the thatch on the inside had grown knee-high. Occasional insect chirps. But more of it was the sound of Sissot after the breeze blew. Han Ji pricked up his ears, while carefully looking around, while slowly walking towards the inner courtyard, He Qun raised his sword to protect him, and his whole body tightened into a string.

After the weeping flower gate, it is still quiet, the inner courtyard is not as decadent as the outside because of the stone bricks and patio, but there are still weeds emerging in the brick cracks and corners, the few roses that were originally planted are blooming unscrupulously, and a few pots of orchids on the garden corner flower stand have withered and flourished, like an unkempt woman.

Han Ji asked, "Did you go to the house to check when you came here before?" ”

"I took a look at it," He Qun said, "and all the valuable things in it were dragged away." There were only some bulky bedboards and other things, which had been swept away by thieves who had secretly come to pick up the baskets, and the doors of the cabinets were wide open, and some of them had been pried down, so that no one could be hidden, and there was no food or feces, unlike the recent signs of people coming in and moving. ”

"Why do people in the neighborhood say the house is haunted?"

"It was half a year ago, and someone heard a woman's cry from inside for several nights in a row. And the people who called the Beicheng Terracotta Division to go inside to check, and there was nothing unusual, but after the people from the Beicheng camp came out, several people fell ill one after another, and they had a fever and talked nonsense, and it took many days to stop.

"But since then, no one dared to approach here, and it was the time of the emperor's enthronement celebration, and the people below were afraid of adding to the emperor's bad luck, so they didn't report it again."

After listening to this, Han Ji raised his eyes and looked around, this area was just as Dong Slow said. There are not many people who stay for a long time. And in addition, there was such a rumor in this house, so no one set foot in it.

Although he worships the Buddha in his heart, he does not believe in these ghosts and gods, and there are women crying in the house. It may be that some robber has robbed some woman to do evil here. As for the soldiers who talked nonsense when they went back. It's very possible to be frightened by the ghost in your heart. And if these are connected to what happened in the past six months, it does not mean that there is no connection at all.

To put it simply, what if this haunted thing was done on purpose?

He thought about it. said, "Let's go in and have a look." ”

He Qun nodded, reaching for the fire fold. Han Ji stopped him and took out a night pearl the size of a pigeon's egg from his purse.

If there is wind at night, the fire will be extinguished when the wind blows, and if the enemy attacks, it may also become the target of the other party.

After a short transition, the light of the Night Pearl emitted a brilliance covering a radius of five or six zhang, He Qun was in charge of guarding, and Han Ji held the pearl and looked around.

I saw that several courtyards on the east side of the courtyard were empty, and the thieves who came to hunt for treasures probably didn't catch anything valuable, and even took away a few pieces of Western glass that were originally set in the windows. The remaining two pieces were cracked, hanging from the window sash like the wide jaws of monsters hidden in the darkness.

The same is true when you go to the West Cross Courtyard.

This is true for the backyard, including the back hood.

Looking at it, it is a sign that no one is really moving.

Han Ji stood under the eaves of the porch, his brows furrowed. Is it true that he is overthinking?

When people go to the North City, they don't necessarily have to be in this "haunted" house.

He looked around again, squatted down and picked up a stone, beckoned to He Qun, and raised his feet to the outer courtyard.

The two people hiding in the cracks on the roof beams glanced at each other when they saw this, took out the two swords behind them, aimed at Han Ji's back, and hooked the bowstring tightly!

The two arrows were like lightless meteors in the night, aiming at the slowly walking back.

The sound of the arrow breaking through the air was completely muffled by the sound of the wind.

Seeing that it was about to sink into the flesh, the two of them were about to die at the moment, but when it was too late, Han Ji, who seemed to be unaware of all this, suddenly blinked his eyes, as if he had eyes behind his back, and instantly threw the stone in his hand, and the castration of the stone was comparable to the two arrows! At the same time, He Qun had already stabbed the arrow with his sword, and the two people hiding on the roof beam immediately retreated to the back garden with the bow......

Near the back garden, under the hood, near the rain gutter, there is a one-foot-square iron window.

The iron window was very finely made, and it seemed that it was set up to filter debris, but at this moment there was a face in the window, to be precise, a person, looking at the horizon about the same height with the eyes of a gloomy owl. The moonlight shone through the iron window on his dark green clothes, which was clearly a normal color, but because of this dark night, the sound of the wind on all sides seemed to be a little terrifying.

He stared at the long grass in the wind for a moment, then walked back with his hands in his hands, snapped his fingers, and someone lit a lamp in the dark.

The light quickly illuminates the surroundings, this is a dark room the size of a normal bedroom, there are beds, chairs and benches everything, even the glass lamps that are not needed by idlers, silk embroidered large screens, and Persian cashmere blankets, the floor is an overhead agarwood floor, there is a slight knocking sound when you step on it, and then look at the four walls, it is actually the same wood used.

Agarwood is not afraid of moisture and will not decay and deform when used in darkroom construction. But at the same time, the cost is extremely expensive.

In addition to a room full of luxurious utensils, there were also four black-clothed men with only their eyes exposed, and a boy tied to the Taishi's chair. Although the boy had a rag stuffed in his mouth, it still did not prevent him from identifying his facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and gorgeous clothes, it was the disappeared Jingluo.

"You don't know me, but I know you.

The light shone on this person's face, revealing King Zheng's long-lost face. He retreated and sat on the chair opposite Jing Luo, played with a dagger more than three inches long in his hand, and said, "I was already dead to you, because as long as you don't leave the palace, I can't do anything to you at all." But who knew you ran out on your own, so it's no wonder to me. ”

Jing Luo struggled, with fear in his eyes.

King Zheng leaned over and ripped off the cloth in his mouth, observed his facial features, and said, "Originally, I didn't have any city government when I was Zhao Jun, but now I know that the people of the Zhao family are not shallow in the city. Back then, he killed another baby girl with one hand, creating the illusion that he had no queen, but he privately sent you out of the palace. ”

Jing Luo swallowed his saliva and asked him dying, "Who are you?" ”

King Zheng raised his lips, leaned back in the chair and sat down, and said, "I'm your uncle." If you have been in the palace for a few months, you must have heard that Empress Duanjing was killed by her heir. I am Zheng Wang Zhao Bo. ”

When Jing Luo heard that he was King Zheng, he really snorted. Of course he knew how Empress Duanjing died, and the first thing he did after entering the palace was to learn to understand the composition of the palace members, and when it came to this, Zhao Jun and Lu Minglan never hid it from him because they wanted him to integrate into the environment as soon as possible.

"But aren't you dead?" He shuddered. Which child of such an age in the world is not afraid of the dead? Which one is not afraid of ghosts?

"I've been running for my life since I escaped from Jingshi, where is it so easy to die?" King Zheng slowly scraped his nails with a knife and said, "When I knew that I had stepped into the trap set by Han Ji, I was even more careful.

"I found someone about my size to replace me - it's hard to say, but it's easy because they believe they are sure to kill me, and there is absolutely no escape from me, and you don't need to know the details, you're still young, and you certainly won't have a chance to learn from me in the future."

Jing Luo looked at him, unable to digest it for a while.

He had only been in this world for six or seven years, and the things he accepted had never included how to exercise conspiracy and calculation before entering the palace, and he could hardly believe that King Zheng who suddenly appeared in front of him was a dead man, nor that he would be a madman who killed his mother with his own hands. But seeing him shaving his nails with a knife, he had a subconscious fear.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"That's going to be killed." King Zheng blew the nail ash that had been cut out of his hand, and said in a rambling voice, "But now is not the time. The Great Zhou should have been mine. It was Han Ji who helped your father ascend to the throne, forcing me to have no way out, and even designed to take my life. Your father, who kept saying that I was his younger brother and would protect me for the rest of his life, turned out that the country I wanted was stolen by him!

"Han Ji and Zhao Jun are in cahoots, if it weren't for them, why would I be like this?

"So you will definitely die, not only will you die, but I will cut you off in front of them, and I will let you last with only a pair of eyes and bones to look at the world, watching your dear father look at you without anything to do, and I will finally let him swallow your flesh alive to keep your skeleton from being thrown away by me to feed the dogs."

Speaking of this, he became excited, looked at Jing Luo with a pair of bright eyes and smiled, "What do you think?" ”

Jing Luo was already crying.

King Zheng was still unsatisfied, stopped the knife, looked ahead, and continued: "You can never imagine how much I have suffered outside in the past year and a half, and I haven't eaten human flesh. In the hardest days of hiding in the desert, there was no place to steal, so we had to kill people to eat, and if one person was not enough, we would kill two.

"I remember that day there was snow in the sky, and we set up a pot in the cave and boiled a full pot of ......"

Jing Luo snorted and vomited.

He's going crazy, he's going crazy just thinking about it!

"Spit?" King Zheng looked at him, "We couldn't stand it before, but in order to survive, we had to do this." And all the sufferings I suffered were forced by Han Ji and your father. (To be continued......)

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