"Who?!" Yi Jixuan chased after him.

Yi Jixuan chased out of the courtyard gate, and in front of him was a dense bamboo forest.

"Let's go la-la-la!" Suddenly, a swarm of bats rushed out.

"Ahh

"I want your life————" Suddenly, a bloodstained headless ghost pounced on Yi Jixuan.

"Ah———— ghost————" Yi Jixuan turned around and ran.

The ghost immediately chased after him, and when he chased to the courtyard gate, Fu Mingrui suddenly jumped out from the side of the courtyard gate, "Cen!" sounded, and showed a bright sword in front of the ghost.

"What a ghost!" shouted loudly, and the frightened headless ghost quickly turned around and ran.

"Whoosh swish!!" The black shadows fell one by one, instantly surrounding the headless ghost, it was Zhao Cheng, Wang Quan, Chen Chu, and Li Lidao!

Seeing this, the headless ghost knelt down with a "plop", turned to face Fu Mingrui, and the clothes on his chest revealed a man's face!

"The lord spares his life! The villain is a trickster!Ah, a trickster!Look!" In order to prove that he was a trickster, the man who pretended to be a ghost also opened his robe, and immediately, a bunch of lattices flew out!

He twitched it again, and it was a series of flowers.

"Okay! We're not here to see you tricks! Why do you want to come to Yi's house to pretend to be a ghost!" Zhao Cheng shouted loudly next to him, and the headless ghost was so frightened that he hurriedly explained: "The villain is just taking money to do things! Really! The villain is instructed by others! Look, sir, this outfit is still the inspiration you gave me, and I did it!" The headless ghost hurriedly removed the fake shoulder on his shoulder, it turned out that the headless ghost was not headless at all, but made the person's shoulder above the head.

"Poof!" Wang Quan looked at them, and they couldn't help but snicker. I didn't expect their family to give the scammer a trick.

Fu Mingrui's face sank and shouted: "Say, who instructed him!" His majestic face deepened in the night.

The trickster was startled, and lowered his face in cringe: "No, I don't know, but, but some people say, what is that person......" Trickster's careful recollection, "There was once a descendant of a famous painter in the capital, and now he has moved to the suburbs......"

"Painter?!" Yi Jixuan was a little surprised, looking at Fu Mingrui. What's happened lately revolves around a painting and a painter.

The missing Lord Wang Yi only stared at a painting in front of him, and the author of that painting was the painter Huangshan Daoren.

The haunted Yifu was also the old mansion of a painter, and that painter was a native of Huangshan Dao.

When asked this, it was actually basically within the scope of Fu Mingrui's guess, but he still stared at the trickster: "Which painter?!"

The trick was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks: "Hey, look at my pig brain, what is it called...... Huangshan Immortals?"

"Huangshan Daoren?" Wang Quan asked rhetorically.

The trickster immediately raised his face: "That's right, it's this Huangshan Dao person." It was the descendants of their family who gave me the money, saying that they would make this place haunted and drive out the people who lived in it, and see, this is the deposit they gave me!"

A small trickster may not be able to earn so much silver for two or three years, for the sake of these silver, he is willing to kill people and set fires, let alone within his profession: pretending to be a ghost?

Fu Mingrui already counted, looked at Yi Jixuan, and said, "This matter cannot be done for the time being, so as not to give the other party a chance to escape and destroy relevant evidence." I'm going to requisition your house and imprison the prisoners!"

Yi Jixuan immediately agreed: "Okay! No problem!"

"And!" Fu Mingrui added in a deep voice, "We want all your servants to cooperate with us and continue to play this scene." "This scene is not over yet.

Yi Jixuan smiled confidently: "Don't worry, what I brought is all the old servants of our Yi family, and they will all be tight-lipped." ”

"Okay!" Fu Mingrui turned his face to look at Li Li and said, "Take the suspect down!"

"Yes!"

When the capital was quiet, the fire shone gently in the Yi Mansion, and the well-trained officials began to search the house in a low-key manner, looking for possible corpses or "treasures".

Fu Mingsu waited in the study for Yi Jixuan and them to return, and when he thought that there might be corpses in this house, he felt uncomfortable all over, and he was really convinced that Yi Jixuan could be so big and could tolerate these gloomy things.

Yi Jixuan came quickly, and Fu Mingsu immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"

"Caught! It is worthy of being the head catcher of the eight doors!" Yi Jixuan's face was full of red light, full of interest, he lifted his robe and strode into the study, and poured himself a cup of tea, "How can it be a cool word to see Ming Rui's case?"

"Okay, that's good. Fu Mingsu was also half relieved, and the whole thing had not been told to Yi Jilan, so as not to worry many people. And this kind of thing is less known to individuals, and there is less risk.

"What now?" Fu Mingsu asked Yi Jixuan.

Yi Jixuan took a sip of tea, looked at Fu Mingsu, and his eyes were shining: "I went to find the corpse." Hahaha. Yi Jixuan laughed heartily.

Fu Mingsu looked at him and frowned, looking for the body in his own house, he could still laugh at what a loss. He looked out the window into the deep night, and it seemed that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. What kind of secrets are hidden in this house? Could it be related to the famous painter Huang Ye?

"My surname is Lu Mingxuan...... Word Jingting ......"

The gentle breeze blows through the babbling waterfall, kicking up a layer of mist, hitting the green grass by the stream, and the dew drops are shiny and lovely. On the bluestone, the beautiful boy's black hair is flying, his black eyes are like sandalwood but empty, and his red lips are like cherry blossoms but bitter.

"I'm twelve...... Worship under Huang Ye and learn painting skills with him......"

The young man's faint voice revealed the despair of the past, and his pale face was a sadness that made people's hearts ache.

Lian Youyou leaned on the side of the bluestone and quietly looked sideways at the young man named Lu Xuan, and his eyes gradually sank: "So, the Taoist of Huangshan is your teacher, do you sleep in his house when you worship him?"

The boy nodded slowly, his broken, expressionless face reflected in the trembling stream: "I am his...... Brother-in-law...... My eldest sister is his wife. Therefore, after I worshipped him as a teacher, I lived in his house ever since......"

Lian Youyou retracted her gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly: "So...... You've become...... His prostitute?" Lian Youyou's eyes glanced, and the elite gaze fell on Lu Xuan's side face.

Lu Xuan's face immediately became frightened, his whole body began to tremble, he began to slowly hug himself, hugged him fiercely, his nails cut into his white clothes, and immediately, blood flowed out again, staining his white clothes red, his face began to crack, and the skin on his face seemed to be torn off by someone and hung on his face.

Tears continued to flow from his eyes, washing the blood from his face, flowing through his slender and white neck, and dyeing red again...... His snow suit......