[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mrs. Qi desperately hoped that Mu Qingming would help her find her niece as soon as possible. And Mu Qingming, who didn't know what had happened to the Qi family, was rushing to the Temple of Literature with his wife and apprentice Ah Hong to watch the ghost show. Among the ghosts who staged a ghost show in the Temple of Literature, there was actually a hanged ghost with a long tongue sticking out of his mouth, and Wang Xiaocui's wound had the breath of this ghost. Led out Mu Qingming immediately made a decision, asking Ah Hong to deal with the ghosts watching the play, and he and his wife joined forces to jump to the top of the Dacheng Hall to catch the hanged ghost. And Sha Weng Kuai also took two servants to hurry up their horses, wear the stars and the moon, and entered the city at the beginning of his childhood, suppressed the fear in his heart, and galloped into the gloomy and terrifying Shala Alley. 】

The moonlight became dim, and wisps of yin qi rose from the earth between the heavens and the earth. Even the strong wind, which swept over the fallen leaves on the ground, became stronger, and the sound of the wind was like a hysterical roar.

The female ghost in red was still babbling and singing ghost shows in an ugly voice that she really didn't dare to compliment. The ghosts in front of the main hall will still clapping their hands when they can hear it.

Mu Qingming's gaze moved with the female ghost who made an ugly sound.

Mo Han's nose can't go wrong at such a close distance. In terms of smell, her sense of smell is second only to Myoten.

So Mo Han can't be mistaken, and Mu Qingming also believes in his wife. She said that Wang Xiaocui's wound had the breath of this ghost, so it must be the person who stabbed Wang Xiaocui, and she also had contact with this female ghost in red.

As for what the murderer is looking for this female ghost? Mu Qingming didn't want to be here, listening to that ugly singing voice and guessing. He thought it could be simple and rude, just grab the female ghost and ask for clarification.

At that moment, he used his mind to transmit the sound, and said to his wife and apprentice Ah Hong: "Ah Hong, listen, I don't care what method you use, anyway, I will restrain these ghosts watching the play below, don't let them ruin my good deeds." Mo Han, let's get ready to do it, catch the female ghost who sings, I have a lot of things to ask her. ”。

Saying this, Mu Qingming raised his hand and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

"Just what I want." Mo Han, who was eager to try, had already had enough of that female ghost, a duck-like ugly voice. If she listened for a few more minutes, it is estimated that she would not be able to stand it, and then jumped down from the West Mountain, sank to the bottom of Dianchi Lake and ended herself.

And Ah Hong also nodded, and took out two thick stacks of dark coins from his sleeves, both of which were cut out of yellow paper, with round square holes, like copper coins in the past.

"Do it." After Mu Qingming said another sentence with his thoughts, Ah Hong immediately shook the two stacks of dark coins in his hand in the moonlight. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, a lot of dark coins have been sent for free." First come, first served, come and get it. ”。

His voice, as well as the yang energy that erupted from his mouth when he shouted, quickly attracted the eyes of all the ghosts in front of him.

Even the female ghosts and musicians who were staging ghost shows on the Daesung Hall stopped one after another and looked towards Ah Hong. It's just that the ghosts didn't look at him, and their greedy eyes fell on the dark coin in Ah Hong's hand.

And Mu Qingming and Mo Han have disappeared into thin air beside Ah Hong, and they don't know where to go.

"Hehe, in the past, the master really didn't lie to me, and he really had money to make the ghost grind." Ah Hong laughed, threw the dark coin in his hand into the air, and shouted loudly to the ghosts in front of him: "It's all yours, it's all yours, whoever wants this money can pick it up as much as he wants." ”。

The coins flew into the air in the moonlight, and scattered to the ground like scattered flowers of the heavenly maidens. Those lonely ghosts who watched the ghost show were in an uproar, and they all lost interest in the ghost show. Dash towards the still falling coins, or bend down and grab the coins that have landed.

And Ah Hong then took out two other stacks of thick dark coins from his sleeve, and continued to shout loudly: "Come and get the money, come and get it, the dark coins that don't ask for anything in return are distributed for free." At the same time, he sprinkled the dark coin in his hand into the air without hesitation.

The dark coin, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, swirled back and forth in the cloudy wind under the moonlight, flying up and down, and the emotions of the ghosts in the Temple of Literature were even higher. Even the ghost musicians in the Dacheng Palace, who were hugging the pipa, couldn't resist the temptation, and floated down to the roof of the main hall one after another, actively joining the ranks of picking up money.

The temptation of the Underworld Coin is too great a temptation for these ghosts. In an instant, the open space in front of the Dacheng Hall of the Temple of Literature became lively.

Some ghosts even surrounded one or two pieces of dark coins, fought violently, pulled each other's hair, pulled their ears, and scolded and scolded in the yin wind.

These ghosts are all lonely ghosts, homeless and unable to reincarnate, and no one has sacrificed yet. One or two coins, they can all treat them as treasures. And Ah Hong watched them rob the money, and he was also excited, and took out the dark coins in his sleeves one after another, and threw them towards those ghosts.

The yin wind blows in front of the Dacheng Palace, and the female ghost singing on the top of the hall takes advantage of the moonlight to look at the paper money on the ground that is blown over by the yin wind, and sees that one of the paper coins is printed with two bright red characters, both of which are the "ding" characters of the book.

The female ghost in red was shocked, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes. She recognized the two words, both of which were printed with cinnabar. Although the amount is not large, it has the effect of temporary paralysis and immobilization for these ghosts.

Sure enough, just as the female ghost in red was about to shout and tell the ghosts to be careful, Ah Hong in the moonlight had stopped scattering the nether coin, pouted and smiled, and pinched a dragon-locking trick with his hands across his chest.

"Definitely!" Ah Hong spit out a single word when the hand was pinched.

The dark coins that he scattered, those that landed and those that had not yet landed, and the dark coins that had been held in the hands of the ghosts, there was a faint red light flashing together.

In the Temple of Literature, which was originally only moonlight, there was a fleeting red. The ghosts who were picking up money suddenly froze in the night wind, their bodies as hard as stones, and they couldn't move. I could only watch the dark coins that had not yet landed, whirling with the yin wind in front of me.

Outside the silent temple gate, the beggar huddled in a dim corner across the street suddenly woke up, his sleepy eyes hazy, and saw the red light disappear. But then the curiosity that arose because of this was replaced by a sense of sleepiness.

The beggar tightened his clothes, moved his body, and fell asleep again......

The whip in Shaon's hand snapped, and the black and cyan Tengchong horse riding under him made a crackling sound on the hips of the horse, breaking the silence of the night.

Under the seat, Tengchong Ma was in pain, spread his hooves and galloped, carrying Sha Weng towards the direction of Kunming City, where the outline of the city could be seen in the distance.

The sound of horses' hooves rattled on the dirt road, and dust rose from under the horses' hooves.

The two Qi family servants who followed Sha Weng also followed closely with their horses, and even if the horses were bumpy and uncomfortable, they did not dare to slow down.

The three of them galloped under the moonlight, wearing the stars and the moon non-stop, and rushed into the city of Kunming in a blink of an eye. There was no curfew for hesitation, and there was no door panel on the door of the city gate, so the three of them could rush into the city smoothly in the dead of night.

As soon as he arrived in the city, Sha Weng took the two servants and drove towards Sha La Lane.

To be honest, if he was allowed to go to Shala Lane during the day, he wouldn't be too afraid. It was late at night, and the hour was approaching, and he had to go into the gloomy alley, always worried and creepy.

Legend has it that many people have seen ghosts in that alley at night. Some have seen old ghosts, some have seen little ghosts, and some have seen blood red on the lower body, a little ghost head after the belly is cracked, and a hideous female ghost flowing out of the intestines.

said that he has a nose and eyes, but it makes Sha Weng, an old man who is over half a hundred years old, feel a chill down his spine every time he thinks of these rumors.

But the master's mother had an order, and he had no choice but to go to the side of Shala Lane. But he secretly scolded in his heart: "What hobbies does this Young Master Mu have? There are so many good houses in the city, and you have to live in this eerie place? ”。

He scolded and scolded, but he did not slow down, and after a while, he took the servants and came to the outside of Shala Alley.

The Tengchong horse they were riding suddenly stopped, and almost threw Sha Weng and the others off the horse. Immediately after that, the three Tengchong horses seemed to see something terrible, and their eyes widened in the alley, constantly stepping in circles at the entrance of the alley, constantly panting in their nostrils, and diffusing white heat in the cold air around them.

A low neighing also came from the horse's mouth.

"Phew, phew." They hurriedly stroked the soft mane on the horse's neck to calm the horses.

At the same time, Shaon raised his eyes to look at the alley ahead, which seemed deep in the darkness. The ever-fast yin wind blows tirelessly in the alley. The dilapidated walls that have been worn away by the years and wind and rain have worn away the scenery of the year, and countless carvings have already fallen on the gate of the courtyard where no one lives. There are also weeds that grow unscrupulously on the courtyard walls, and the branches of trees stretching over the courtyard walls and across the alleys in the dilapidated empty courtyards.

It's good that Sha Weng doesn't look at it, but at first glance, he always feels that there seems to be something terrifying hidden in the gloomy and dim alley.

He couldn't tell what it was, but it could make him inexplicably creepy.

The horses could not be quieted after all their efforts, so Shaon dismounted, and said to one of the servants, "You are watching the horses outside the alley." ”。

Then he turned his head and said to the other servant, "We can't go in." ”。 After saying that, he clenched the whip in his hand, and walked into the alley with the servant whose legs were a little weak.

Shaon and the servant walked side by side. Their feet stepped on bluestone slabs, and they walked slowly in the darkness. The sound of soft footsteps sounded in the dimly lit alleys.

The moonlight in the sky, for some reason, can't shine into this alley, in short, in the cramped alley, it is always so dim.

Shaon and the servant walked in the alleys where the walls were overgrown with weeds and deserted courtyards, and the shadows of the trees were messy in the wind, and their palms were covered with cold sweat.

They kept emboldening themselves and tried to walk towards the alley. The sound of gentle footsteps echoed in this silent alley. The breath of the night is deeper. The branches that covered the alley rustled in the night breeze as they shook off the shaky shadows.

The two walked for a long time, but they still didn't see the Mu family's courtyard.

Sha Weng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stopped, and at the same time grabbed the servant beside him, and did not let go of his hand. He looked around, but when he saw that in the darkness, the dilapidated courtyard walls and uninhabited small buildings had become blurred, and the oppressive atmosphere had always lingered around them, Sha Weng couldn't help muttering: "No, Sha La Lane is only a hundred zhang long, we have already walked for almost a cup of tea, it is said that we should go to the small courtyard of the Mu family?" ”。

After speaking, he looked around again, only to see in the dimness, only to see the front and back empty, left and right are full of dilapidated courtyard walls and empty houses.

The two rows of servants beside him chattered their teeth, and asked in a trembling voice, "We can't meet a ghost hitting the wall, right?" ”。

Did Shaon encounter a ghost hitting the wall? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.