The sky was full of fire, the cry was terrible, and the voices were shouting. Tongues of fire soared into the air, as if issuing a silent invitation. Luring the lost into this warmth.

Song Yiyao bit the corner of his mouth hard to keep himself awake.

Tears flowed in a line and fell quickly. Drop after drop fell on Tang Jingruo's shoulder, hot as a fire.

A dull ache in her heart tormented what little sanity she had.

Why? Why did she feel so heartbroken. What's in those blank memories?

Doubts and sadness invaded, she hugged Tang Jingruo tightly, closed her eyes, until her voice became smaller, and she returned to nothingness, until there was no more light around.

In the darkness, the left and right sides of the nose are filled with the fragrance of another person, which is inexplicably reassuring. I don't know how long it took, Tang Jingruo's emotions finally calmed down.

"Little Hou Ye, those are all fake, can you hear them?"

"yes, I see." A deep voice came from his neck. With a sultry vibration.

It must be because the five senses are magnified in the dark! Song Yiyao let go of him in a panic.

Tang Jingruo opened his eyes and adapted to the darkness, his slender fingers touched the jade face, and his brows were puzzled, wasn't he amnesia? Why do you cry?

Song Yiyao suddenly understood what Tang Jingruo's question that night meant. What he wants to calculate, what he wants to see, is the soul of Loei.

However, Loei is huge, and there are more than 100 dead souls, and she has searched carefully and carefully, but she has found nothing. I'm afraid that I have already entered reincarnation.

Thinking of this, Song Yiyao's heart was unstable, and the black resentment took the opportunity to make a comeback and rushed straight towards Song Yiyao.

's arrogant demeanor obviously didn't take Tang Jingruo to heart.

The bright light flashed, and the resentful voice made an even more tragic sound.

Song Yiyao came back to his senses, and hurriedly threw a spell behind him, giving birth to an invisible golden cage, trapping the resentful qi in one place.

She gathered her emotions and asked:

"You have done a few horse shocks in the city recently, right? How many people have you controlled, do you think you will take it back yourself or wait for me to clean it up little by little? ”

"We just hate, we just want revenge!"

"How innocent the horses and pedestrians are, the wronged and the debtor, you should not be so if you want to take revenge."

"We don't know who killed us, we complain! Resentful! Resentful! ”

The anger of resentment continued to condense into faces, and the expression of pain and resentment was cried out. The voice was hoarse as if it had been touched by a stone.

It was she who came late, and she obviously realized that something was wrong at that time.

Song Yiyao's heart swelled with guilt.

"I will vindicate your grievances. Tell me how you died? ”

"Rain, heavy rain."

"Dirt, stone! We've fallen into the pit! ”

"We're buried!"

The different timbres speak of their last memories. All memories point in the same direction.

They were buried alive, and they didn't even have time to struggle in the dirt, and they died in despair.

The rain in the middle of the night was cold and biting, and they were trapped underground, sitting or lying, but they had no strength to speak or move their fingers, and they could only watch as stones, dirt, and rain poured down.

Not even a single cry for help or screaming could be made.

Their descriptions were too messy, but the two managed to piece together the specifics.

"I'll look into the case, and you'll follow me before I get to the bottom of it. Don't hurt anyone anymore! ”

Song Yiyao instructed them carefully and introduced them into a string of white jade beads.

The white jade beads quickly turned into a silky strip of ink.

"How many of these beads do you have?"

Tang Jingruo couldn't help but ask.

Song Yiyao thought about it for a while, and gestured to the top of his head:

"That's about two wooden boxes one person high?"

Daohua Zhenren is loose and forgetful, so her birthday gift is always a box of white jade beads.

In the first year, Song Yiyao received a string of white jade beads, happily hung them in his hand, and each one would be quickly put into the spirit pool for purification.

When Daohua Zhenren saw it, he only thought that his good apprentice liked it.

So in the second year, Song Yiyao received a box full of white jade beads.

In the third year, Song Yiyao received two jewelry boxes of white jade beads.

In the fourth year, the box became half a human height.

By the fifth year, the beads were ready to bury her.

Song Yiyao suddenly thought of this matter and felt that it was necessary to discuss this issue with Master next year.

You can't just squander it just because you have a few mountains. It was really useless for her to ask for so many white jade beads. And the little monsters are very tired of grinding beads.

In the Criminal Department, Song Yiyao called everyone together as soon as he went back. first confessed his ability, after all, they will all have to do things together in the future. Then began to investigate the case file of the road repair case, which recorded:

On August 28, three days before Tang Jingruo returned to the imperial city, it rained heavily at night, and 17 people fled.

But the unjust souls complained that they fell into the pit that night and were buried alive.

After listening to the case, Song Yiyao pressed the bead string on the other hand with one hand. Let them not riot.

Qi Yu has been studying this case for a long time, and after listening to Song Yiyao's statement, he frowned and said:

"I think there are three doubts first, first, why is there a pit?

Two, didn't they call for help?

Third, there are soldiers on duty at the city gate day and night, why no one finds out? Didn't report until the early hours of the morning that they had fled? And the reason why they think they fled is because Zhang Da, the leader of them, left a letter for his wife, and the money for road construction was stolen. And there are messy footprints nearby. They wore the same shoes that their road builders had issued. ”

"Why are they fleeing? What about faith? ”

Song Yiyao flipped through the thin two-page dossier and asked.

"Here!" Jiang Liang hurriedly presented it.

The letter could be seen as a page torn from the book.

The handwriting is scribbled and ugly, barely recognizable, only, be careful, go out, avoid trouble, a few words.

If the consciousness of the unjust soul is clear, it is better to ask. It's just that the resentment is just a fusion of their hatred and resentment, and as for the soul, I am afraid that it has long been swallowed up by the resentment.

"Because of this letter, we can barely conclude that he is thinking of fleeing because he lost his money."

"It's just that he can run away alone, why should a dozen people be together. I won't sit together. ”

Tang Jingruo's words hit the key.

Ma Anshanti wrote down this point.

"That's what I've always wondered, why do they run together? According to the adults, they didn't run, so what about the footprints? ”

Song Yiyao circled the third point and said:

"The third point is that the place where they were buried was only a few dozen meters from the city gate, but that night it suddenly rained, the torches were extinguished, and nothing could be seen, which made sense. As for other doubts, of course, we will have to investigate to find out.

Guan Yu, Yue Zhi, the two of you go to find out the missing money for road repair. Jiang Liang, you go to investigate the dozen or so people who have been abnormal in those two days. Ma Anshan, you go to seal the fold. I'll ask for a meeting tomorrow morning to dig that road again. ”

Several people acted according to the words.

Song Yiyao pushed the wheelchair, and Tang Jingruo turned around in surprise, puzzled what he was going to do.

The Penal Department is not far from the former site of Loei, just two streets and a few more turns.

The old house, which once occupied half of the street, is now only in ruins. Time has passed, and grass and wildflowers have grown unbridled.

Wild vines wrap around the half-burned wooden frame, and produce small light purple flowers.

The perfect blend of vitality and death has a strange beauty.

It is said that such an excellent location will not be preserved for long before it will be replaced. But Loei remained. No one dared to talk about rebuilding or overturning the ruins.

Only occasionally a child will ask curiously what this place is. was hastily pulled away by his family.

The people were afraid, even though they were buried here with loyal servants whom everyone admired.

Song Yiyao looked at this piece of ruins, although she had been here many times, a dull pain in her heart hit again, and she asked:

"What did you want me to be? Take advantage of today's free time. I'll do the math for you. ”

Obviously, he had been looking forward to it countless times, but when Song Yiyao no longer shirked and took the initiative to help him calculate this hexagram, Tang Jingruo was timid. He looked at the ruins. It took a while to speak:

"Ah Ran, I want to figure out where she is."

It's not about life and death, it's about where. Song Yiyao couldn't bear to puncture the hope he had kept for himself.

Li Ran's eight characters she knew, except for a moment later, it was all the same as herself.

Because they were also blood relatives, Song Yiyao simply drew Tang Jingruo's sword.

"What are you going to do? I still have the talisman you gave last time! ”

Tang Jingruo held her hand and said.

Song Yiyao broke free of his hand, cut a lock of hair, and explained:

"I am related to her by blood, and if I want to seek her, I must have a medium. Moreover, here, there are no dead souls, they have all gone to reincarnation. ”

"You don't think I'm going to bleed, do you?"

Song Yiyao teased Tang Jingruo, his subordinates kept moving, put his hair on Tang Jingruo's hand, picked up a wooden branch casually, and drew a formation to find people with Tang Jingruo as the center. Write down Li Ran's eight characters. He took out the white jade bead again and urged the spiritual power.

If Daohua is really here, seeing her so unguarded and random formation, he will definitely give her a kick.

More than a dozen breaths passed, and just when Song Yiyao thought he had failed, he saw the black hair rising slowly, swaying from side to side, and even turning faster and faster. It didn't fall in eight directions, but kept circling around the two of them.

Song Yiyao looked at the lock of black hair intently, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat. It's a backlash!

She didn't have time to think about why she was backlashing so badly. The blood had been spat out.

The hair also stopped. stopped in front of her.

"Failed, I was devoured."

"You wipe the blood first."

Tang Jingruo got up from the wheelchair, helped Song Yiyao sit down, picked up the lock of hair, and his face was tense.

Song Yiyao thought that he was unhappy that he had failed and did not find Li Ran's whereabouts, so he grabbed the corner of his clothes and said:

"I'll try again in a few days."

"It's so powerful, what else to try. You're not the only one in the Imperial City who can draw formations with talismans! ”

Tang Jingruo destroyed the formation with his toes and said seriously.

He really wanted to find Li Ran, but it wasn't such a blood-vomiting way to find it.

There should really be only one in the imperial city, unless you can find my master, Song Yiyao wanted to say, but looking at Tang Jingruo's face, he still didn't dare to speak, the little marquis was so scary when he got angry, he didn't dare to provoke. She pondered and said:

"Although Ah Ran and I are blood relatives, we are not close relatives, and we shouldn't have such a serious backlash."