Ye Qingyan looked up at the crooked door plaque with the word "light house" written on it, as well as the red copper lacquer pineapple wood bright gate with seals, and the magnificent eight-character shadow walls on both sides of the gate, "There is such an evil door?" ”

"Alas, anyway, none of our brothers who have been in there have been gone home who don't dare to go."

"Okay, I'll go in by myself, and the two chamasters will say goodbye."

"Don't do it."

The two yacha hurried away.

Ye Qingyan led the horse to the gate, first tore the seal on it, and then pushed the gate open......

……

Qing Ze sat in a wheelchair, looking at the embroidery frame that had not yet finished embroidering, especially the place in the Heavenly Palace, and was stunned.

"Mother, who the hell are you?" Whispering.

Aunt Jiaoxi came in, holding a book and a ruler in her hand, and when she saw Qing Ze in a daze at the embroidery frame, she coughed heavily.

"Miss Qingze, let's study the fourth book of women today, let's put the embroidery work first."

"Yes, Auntie."

Ye Qingyan led the horse and went to the stables to take a look, and in the corner of the messy stable, there were two bags of forage that had not been opened. He tied his horse to a post next to the trough, took a bag of hay, and poured it into the trough.

After pouring the hay, he saw that there was a well a few steps away, so he went to see the well.

And at this look, his scalp suddenly went numb, and he took two steps back.

After stroking his chest, he felt the violent heartbeat of 'puff~puff~', and sighed, "I'm scared to death in this palace......"

The well is not deep, and there is a corpse floating on the water!

As soon as Ye Qingyan lowered his head just now, he saw the corpse.

After stabilizing his heartbeat, Ye Qingyan stepped forward to take a look again, and saw that it was a female corpse, with a faceless face scattered from her head, and a dress that was neither white nor red.

"No wonder no one buys it. Just rushed to this dead body, and no one asked for money. ”

The horse she rode snorted as if in response to Ye Qingyan's words.

Ye Qingyan smiled and patted the horse's head, "The palace will go inside first, and I'll take you to the inn to eat and drink in a while." ”

The horse snorted again.

Ye Qingyan began to wander around the light house, she was respectful of the ghosts and gods, otherwise what would she say about reincarnation?

Respect is true, but not afraid.

When you are a living person, you can't do some fame, and you can endure it when you die? She didn't believe it. Even if there was a ghost standing in front of her now, at most, it would be the same as just now, scared, and nothing else.

The light house is messy and messy everywhere, and the yard is overgrown with weeds, and it can be seen that no one has picked it up for a long time. It may be that after the house was raided, no one came in, such as the seal on the door has not been opened. Even if someone comes, it is a thief, entering and exiting through the courtyard wall or the back door.

The study was empty, there were no books, and the walls were bare, and there was a place where paintings could have been hung, but the walls were slightly whiter than the rest of the place.

Ye Qingyan looked at the empty bookshelf, saw that there was no trace of moving, walked over, used a trace of internal force in his hand, and easily moved the heavy bookshelf to check if there was a hidden grid or anything like that.

There really is.

On the back of one of the bookshelves, there is a groove.

In the recess is a red brocade bag.

Ye Qingyan took out the red brocade cloth bag and opened it.

There was a picture album and a stack of silver tickets with a denomination of one hundred.