Mu Xiaowu squinted and looked back: there were two men standing there, one of whom was the tall one dressed in an extremely strange way, not wearing a long coat, but wearing clothes and pants with two sections of upper and lower sections, the fabric was quite wide, and the lines were smooth. The other, a little shorter, was dressed in ordinary attire, and at first glance it was the entourage of the tall man. However, although he is not tall, he is short and sharp, with sharp eyes, and is obviously a practitioner.

"These two don't look like ordinary people." Mu Cripple muttered in Mu Xiaowu's ear, there was a little uneasiness in his voice, with Mu Xiaowu's understanding of him, he would generally have unconcealed cowardice when facing officials. However, these two people were not wearing official uniforms, so she speculated that the oppressive momentum on them, especially the tall men, made him fearful.

"Calm down." Mu Xiaowu's eyes flickered in the darkness, signaling Mu Cripple to calm down.

"Zimai, why are you here?" Yan Qingcheng hurriedly greeted him, "There are dead people here, bad luck, you better avoid it." ”

The man stepped forward without mind, raised the lamp and candle handed over by his entourage and shone it downward, his eyes circled around Cuiyun's corpse a few times, and frowned at Yan Qingcheng and said, "What is the relationship between our two families?" Why do you want to hide it from me when something so big happens? ”

After speaking, seeing that Yan Qingcheng bowed his head and was silent, he ordered his entourage, "Baotian, what do you think?" ”

The attendant named Baotian squatted down and looked at it for a long time, then got up and said, "Childe, the wound on this corpse is really weird. ”

"How?"

"The throat was broken and pulled out of the body, so it is believed that it was injured by a sharp object. But the wound on the neck was uneven, and the edges were frizzy, like ......"

The tall man narrowed his eyes, "What is it?" ”

"Looks like you've been caught, right?" Mu Xiaowu looked at Baotian, then glanced at the tall man who was looking at him, and said softly, "Because it wasn't a person who killed her, it was a ghost." ”

"Who are you?" There was a hint of vigilance in Baotian's eyes.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Zimai, Baotian, I forgot to introduce it to you. Mr. Mu and Miss Mu are the life-saving benefactors of the two Jiayan I said, and they are also the guests of our Yan family. Xiao Wu, this is Zhao Zimai Zhao Gongzi, my ancestor used to be their family's ......"

"The Zhao family and the Yan family are world friends." Zhao Zimai quietly interrupted Yan Qingcheng's words.

Yan Qingcheng understood what he meant, so he continued, "Yes, Zimai just returned from Europa by ship and landed in Zhangtai, knowing that my father had a birthday, so he came to celebrate. ”

Zhao Zimai raised his eyebrows, and a complicated light appeared in his eyes, "What is the 'Zhen' that the girl just said?" ”

"Ghosts mostly refer to harmful ghosts. To put it simply, after a person dies, the resentment will not be dissipated for a long time, and it will turn into a trouble. ”

After saying this, she waited for him to refute it, because she felt that a person like Zhao Zimai, who had learned some Western studies, would definitely be quite disdainful of the traditional theory of ghosts and gods, and if he didn't refute it well, he wouldn't be able to show his own erudition.

But she guessed wrong, not only did Zhao Zimai not show half of his arrogance, but after thinking seriously for a while, he asked again, "Is it a ghost?" ”

"Yes, but no. Ghosts are invisible, but they can be tangible. When the resentment is condensed, it can be turned into an entity, so it can kill people directly, but ghosts can only kill people with the help of other people's hands. However, it must have a host, and it can be separated from the host for a while, but not for too long, because it is condensed by the qi of yin resentment, so it cannot exist alone in the yang world. ”

"But it kills, and there has to be a reason." Zhao Zimai glanced at Cuiyun's corpse again, and said word by word, "Take off the eyeballs, in addition to hatred to the bones, torture and killing can be happy, is there any other meaning?" ”

Mu Xiaowu smiled faintly, "I don't know, there must be hatred, which requires Yan Gongzi to answer for us." At this point, she suddenly let out an "oops" and frowned.

Blood fell from her fingers to the ground, and she looked down, only to fall silently like a leaf swept away by the autumn wind.

***

The Yan family's Yizhuang is located in the northwest col outside the house, which is a courtyard dedicated to parking the corpses of the people, and the place where the people with their own surnames stop their spirits is in the Yan ancestral hall inside the house. However, Cuiyun is the eldest maid of the Yan family, and she has won the respect of all parties in the family, and it is inconvenient to alarm too many people now, so her body was temporarily parked in the Yan ancestral hall.

The mortuary was cold and damp, and the moonlight seemed to be tied to the hands and feet, and it could not penetrate at all. Every corner was like a pen dipped in ink, and it was black and mushy, and it was impossible to see clearly when squinting.

The little guy who walked in front "hissed" and lit the oil lamp, and lightly placed it next to the wooden bed of Cuiyun's corpse, as if he was afraid of alarming her.

Cuiyun is still the same, facing up on her back, "looking" at the roof with a pair of empty eye sockets. Her hair was all scattered and spread on the bed, and the strands of her hair were tangled in clumps because of the soaking of blood, which was shocking.

Yan Bailin's tuanhua brown satin dress had not yet been changed, he walked into the room with the support of the servant, looked down at the bloody hole in Cuiyun's neck, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said with some distress, "Father, you better go back to the room and rest, let your son handle these things." ”

"Did the Mu family's ancestors really see the murderer? What do they see? Yan Bailin in turn grabbed Yan Qingcheng's hand tightly, grabbing him a little painfully.

"Yes." After Yan Qingcheng finished speaking, he whispered a few words in Yan Bailin's ear.

His original intention was not to let his subordinates hear it, but after Yan Bailin heard it, he suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "Red cloth? That thing is covered with a red cloth? ”

Seeing this, Zhao Zimai, who had been standing aside, hurriedly ordered Baotian to go down with those servants, and then said to Yan Bailin, "Uncle Yan, do you know the inside story?" I listened to what Miss Mu meant, evil people will not kill people for no reason. ”

Hearing him say this, Yan Bailin's expression froze for a moment, and it took a long time before he eased up.

"Virtuous nephew," he looked at Zhao Zimai, his tone was calm and low, "If you want to say why the evil cult kills people, I really don't know." Twenty years ago, though, I ...... No, it's me and your aunt who have met it once. It is precisely because of this incident that your aunt has become what she is now. ”