The moonlight was clear, stretching the shadow of Zhao Zimai standing under the wall to a slender one.

Baotian took a piece of clothing and walked over, draped it on Zhao Zimai's body, and said softly, "Childe, the dew is heavy at night, be careful of catching a cold." ”

After speaking, seeing that Zhao Zimai did not respond, he still locked his eyebrows and looked at the ground in a daze, so he asked again, "Childe, the evil demon has escaped, and the people of the yamen have searched the mansion several times but have not found it, but what is Childe worried about?" ”

"Because there's still a mystery in the whole thing that hasn't been solved." Zhao Zimai saw Baotian's eyes widen and looked at him with a puzzled expression, so he shook his head, and continued, "Baotian, you say, why did it want to kill the old housekeeper?" ”

Baotian looked at Zhao Zimai in a daze, and after a while, he held back a sentence, "It seems that there is really no reason, it kills other people because of hatred, where did the old man provoke it?" ”

"You're only half right," Zhao Zimai's eyes flickered, "Where does its hatred for Cuiyun come from?" ”

Baotian laughed, "My son, jealousy between women is the most terrible, and that Cuiyun girl robbed her husband, how could it not hate her to the bone." ”

"Whose husband did you rob?" Zhao Zimai asked again quietly.

"It's, it's evil." Monk Baotian Zhangji took a sentence confusedly, and said in his heart how could the son be so stupid today, and kept asking some obvious questions.

Zhao Zimai showed a somewhat tired smile, "Maybe, maybe you're right, after all, I don't know anything about evil possession, I don't know if the possessed person still has his own thinking, whether he still remembers his love and hatred before the possession." ”

Baotian scratched his head and suddenly realized, "I understand what Gongzi meant, you mean that since the young lady of the Yan family has been possessed by evil spirits, she will only avenge Tao Huan's grievances." That Cuiyun girl is not from the Yan family, and no one knew that she was pregnant with the Yan family's child before she died, so the evil should not find her. ”

Zhao Zimai nodded, "But this is just my speculation, it is difficult to explain how the facts are, if Miss Mu is here, maybe I can ask her for a lesson or two." ”

Baotian shrugged his shoulders, and there was a little disdain in his eyes, "Childe, in my opinion, the two of them may not be able to say clearly with their lame three-legged cat kung fu." ”

"You're underestimating the two of them." After saying this, Zhao Zimai suddenly remembered Mu Xiaowu's red eyes, and after he sneered, he said to himself, "It's better not to come back, otherwise, wouldn't it be just out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den." ”

"Childe, what do you mean, why can't I understand?"

Baotian was confused, but Zhao Zimai didn't bother to explain to him again, and only deliberately yawned and called him back to the room. The two of them walked towards the house one after the other, and they had already walked to the door, Zhao Zimai stepped into the threshold with one leg, but suddenly heard Baotian shout softly, and pulled out the long sword that never left his body.

"Who?" Baotian squinted his eyes and stared intently at the courtyard gate of the black hole.

The door was ajar, revealing only a black slit, and the summer night wind was blowing in through the crack, brushing through Zhao Zimai's skin, stirring up a layer of fine pimples on it.

"What's wrong?" He turned back to Baotian's side and asked softly.

Baotian hurriedly blocked the long sword in front of Zhao Zimai, but his eyes were still full of vigilance looking at the crack in the door, and he said in a low voice, "Childe, a figure flashed in front of the door just now, I asked, but he didn't answer, I'm afraid...... It's not a good kind. ”

"Go out and have a look." Zhao Zimai tilted his head towards the door and walked to leave.

"Childe, no, it's too dangerous...... Baotian let Zhao Zimai push himself a few times, but he didn't move.

Zhao Zimai was impatient, stretched out his hand and scratched his waist, Baotian was most afraid of itching, he was scratched like this, his body shook, and he staggered forward. The master and servant came to the door like this, Baotian grabbed the door frame and didn't move, Zhao Zimai pressed Baotian's arm with both hands, and looked straight at the Yongdao in front of him.

The moonlight was soft, sprinkling a silver glow in the corridor, illuminating all the corners at a glance, and every green brick could be seen clearly. In the moonlight, Zhao Zimai found that there was not even half a figure in the corridor, except for the white lantern that was blown by the wind, and only a three-flowered cat that quickly slipped past the wall. It leaped and gracefully hid at the end of the corridor, leaving only the rustling of footsteps from near and far.

"Nothing." Zhao Zimai looked at the direction in which the cat's tail disappeared and frowned, "Baotian, are you sure you can see clearly?" ”

Baotian was asked by him like this, and the very certain thing became three points, so he stammered, "Xu yes...... Maybe it's the cat? ”

Zhao Zimai breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to blame Baotian for not being startled in the future, but he felt a wind rushing from behind, and then, his waist was dragged by two hands.

Baotian reacted quickly, stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Zimai behind him, and the person who grabbed him fell to the ground, shaking all over, muttering something indistinctly.

"Aunt Yan?" Zhao Zimai recognized the scattered gray hair, so he hurriedly leaned over to help her up, and asked softly, "Auntie, why are you running around the house alone in the middle of the night?" Where have all the maids who took care of you gone? ”

"It's coming," Old Lady Yan tightly clamped Zhao Zimai's wrist, her nails sinking into his delicate flesh, she rolled her eyes and stared at him, her voice trembling so much that she could barely hear it, "It's here again, I'...... See...... See it. ”

Baotian hurriedly played her hand, but was glared back by Zhao Zimai, and he asked eagerly, "Auntie, what did you see?" ”

The panic in Old Lady Yan's eyes was almost overflowing, the teeth of her upper and lower jaws "clicked" together, but her fingers were desperately pulling the hair hanging down her cheeks, tearing them off her head one by one.

"It broke her bones, one by one, not even the fingers...... The two little ones fell to their knees and begged for mercy, and it said that if they didn't scream, it would let them go...... However, it didn't intend to let go of a person at all," Old Lady Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised her head sharply and raised her voice, "It won't let anyone go......"

Zhao Zimai and Baotian were startled by this cold shout, and just wanted to ask something more, but Old Lady Yan glanced at the two of them faintly, rubbing her shoulders against the wall and walking forward.

"How could it be him? I don't believe it's him......" She grinned dryly, but her voice was full of misery.

"Who is it?" Zhao Zimai looked at her back and asked in a loud voice.

"It's not...... It's not her ......" Old Lady Yan muttered incoherently, her back covered with a layer of raw edges illuminated by the moonlight, like a weed that had just emerged in the wasteland.

But in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Yan's body slid down against the wall and fell to the ground weakly.