When she arrived at the door, Zhang Baoer looked around, then leaned down and carefully checked the mud marks on the ground by the moonlight. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bao'er, what are you looking at?" Gu Yuntian asked in a low voice.

"In the rainy season in Kuozhou, the ground is damp, and not long after the crime, thousands of sergeants and hundreds of thousands of stone grains and grass entered and exited in front of this Yizhuang, and it is impossible not to leave clues." Zhang Baoer didn't raise her head.

Sure enough, on the east and west sides of the Yizhuang Gate, several imprints were found on each, and a large number of horseshoe prints, footprints and rut prints were found on a road on the east side of the Yizhuang Gate. All face the gate of Yizhuang.

Zhang Baoer stretched out her fingers, probed into the rut print, and took a little measurement. It's two inches deep. With this in mind, Zhang Baoer walked to the west side of the gate again, leaned down, and observed carefully, and sure enough, he saw some clues.

Zhang Bao'er got up and clapped his hands and said, "Look, the rut mark on the west side is less than half an inch deep, but it is facing away from the gate of Yizhuang. And the rut mark on the east side of this gate is two inches deep, towards the gate, it can be seen that it is full of silver money and grain into the Yizhuang, the west side of the rut mark is less than half an inch deep, it can be seen that it is an empty car out, in order to hide people's eyes, the silver money and grain must not have been transported out of the Yizhuang now. In other words, those sergeants have been killed in this Yizhuang. ”

But the next day, who was carrying the carriage and horse out of the city to Ganzhou? Since the money and grain were robbed in Yizhuang, where are they hidden now? Since he has successfully robbed the money and grain, why did the murderer continue to drive to Ganzhou by driving the chariot and horse, pretending to be an official soldier, creating the illusion of suffering on the way? What exactly is the murderer trying to hide? Pretending to be a grain keeper, who is the main messenger behind the scenes, with such a huge force? Who died suddenly in front of the ancient mansion on the official road to Kuozhou? Who ambushed us? ”

Listening to Gu Yuntian's series of questions, Zhang Bao'er's head was in a mess for a while, and she sighed and said, "I hope that all the mysteries can be answered in this Yizhuang!" ”

After that, Zhang Baoer gathered her mind and entered Yizhuang.

That night, the moon stars were scarce, and the miserable white moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, a rare sunny day.

Zhang Baoer took a deep breath of the moisture after the rain, slowly moved her steps, and gradually walked towards the depths of Yizhuang along the ruts on the ground. The dead leaves of the tree have already fallen to the light, blown by the cold wind in the night, holding the thick paper money spread on the ground, scattered in all directions, from time to time there are a few hoarse cries of jackdaws, which makes the Yizhuang under the night more and more desolate.

After walking along the rut mark for a long time, suddenly a path paved with bluestone slabs appeared in front of me, and the rut mark disappeared suddenly when it reached this place. Zhang Bao'er looked up and vaguely saw a dilapidated deserted temple not far ahead, Zhang Bao'er said to herself: "Presumably this is the City God Temple, right?" ”

The two of them walked into the temple gate with their feet raised, and raised their eyes to look at the dilapidated City God Temple. The first thing that catches your eye is a few broken clay sculptures, on the left is the king of Yama, the son of hell, on the right is black and white impermanence, and in the middle is a purple-robed soap-robed demon with a green face and fangs, with a purple and gold crown and hair, holding an account book, holding a red pen upside down, and staring at a pair of ghost eyes. Both sides of the palace door are the clay sculptures of evil ghosts with different appearances and different forms, there are more than ten seats, the color is bright, lifelike. Under the light of the white moonlight, it was very hideous and terrifying.

In this Senluo Palace, walking back and forth a few times, Zhang Baoer couldn't help but think of the sixteen words that the fortune teller stuffed into him - spring, summer to winter, Yin soldiers to suppress food, drunk ghosts to judge, who is the master of Yama.

Facing the scene in front of her, Zhang Baoer chewed the meaning of these words repeatedly, and just as Zhang Baoer's eyes inadvertently swept over these clay sculptures, suddenly, a flash of spiritual light flashed in Zhang Baoer's mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Bao'er saw the suspicion and said to Gu Yuntian: "This City God's Temple is so dilapidated, the walls are clay sculptures, eroded by wind and rain, and it has long been difficult to distinguish the true face, why are these dozen or so evil ghost statues so bright?" ”

"That's right!"

Gu Yuntian stepped forward at the moment, wiped his finger on a clay statue of a demon, and rubbed a piece of cinnabar. He glanced back at Zhang Bao'er, took out an iron ruler from his waist, put it on the shoulder of the evil ghost clay sculpture, and his true qi penetrated, and with a wave of his arm, he cut off a piece of the clay sculpture's shoulder.

Zhang Bao'er looked at the gap in the demon's shoulder, and couldn't help but feel a cold air coming from behind, straight to the top of his head. It turned out that the statue was only covered with a thin layer of mud on the periphery, and there was a person standing in the middle, whose shoulder was cut off by Gu Yuntian by a foot, with bones and flesh, and a large piece was cut off.

Seeing such a scene at the moment, Gu Yuntian tore off the corner of his clothes, untied the wine bag from his waist, poured the old wine in the bag on the corner of the clothes, dipped the cloth in the clothes, and wiped it on the face of the evil ghost statue. The oil paint on the statue is not thick, only after a few wipes, it revealed its true face, thick eyebrows, no beard under the chin, and a national face, which is clearly Sun Bantou who guided him during the day, but at this time he was bloodless pale, with a pair of big eyes, looking at Zhang Baoer, with a hint of a sly smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Bao'er was taken aback and said with emotion: "Sure enough! ”

Gu Yuntian walked to a clay sculpture of a demon next to him and wiped it, and soon revealed his true face, with a round face, a high nose bridge, a mustache, and still squinting a pair of small eyes, Zhang Baoer was even more frightened, isn't this the history of Lu Guoping's assassination who was still drinking tea with him just now?

For a while, Zhang Bao'er was too lazy to think about it, took off the long shirt on his body, took the rest of the wine from Gu Yuntian's hand, splashed all his brains on the long shirt, and wiped the clay sculptures of the evil ghosts one by one, but he didn't know that while Zhang Bao'er was engrossed in wiping the clay sculptures, in a corner of the City God Temple, a pair of eyes were staring at Zhang Bao'er fiercely.

After only a while, more than a dozen clay sculptures have been wiped off, and the corpses wrapped in them are all people Zhang Baoer has seen, including Lu Zhizhou, who tasted tea with Zhang Baoer, Sun Bantou, who led the way, the accompanying soldiers, and the master of the Zhizhou Mansion who served tea, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er of "Guests Come", for a while, Zhang Baoer was like a lightning strike, and his mind was full of doubts......

Kuozhou official road along the way, what is true? Who is real? Who is the fortune teller? Who is the Thorn in the Assassin's Mansion? Sun Bantou, the shopkeeper, which one is real?

"From spring and summer to winter, the Yin soldiers are in charge of food, and the ghosts are judged, who is the master of Yama" Zhang Bao'er muttered: "What does this mean?" ”

At this time, Zhang Bao'er was completely lost in thought, took his hands, and paced back and forth in the City God Palace. Gu Yuntian watched him quietly from the side, not daring to disturb his thoughts. The bleak moonlight poured into the hall through the dilapidated window lattice, reflecting the clay sculptures of the corpses in the hall more and more hideous, as if they were about to pounce down at any time, and choose people to devour.