"Why do you mention such an old case?" The shopkeeper looked at the door, and it seemed that the rain had stopped in the gloomy weather.

The woman smiled and said: "You don't know that Liangjiang Inspector Han Daren shouted grievances because Wang Qiang's mother and son were in a dream, and he wanted to re-handle the case, even more mysterious, since then, the lights in Canglang Mansion have been lit for several days, and the lights have been lit in the middle of the night and the woman's cry has been heard. ”

"Not surprising." Xiao Yan smiled lightly: "This year, I was born with a sign of bewilderment and guarding my heart, thieves, diseases, mourning, hunger, and soldiers during the day, and hundreds of ghosts are rampant at night, and those who commit crimes and have bad intentions are bound to be retributed." ”

When the crowd heard the color change, the shopkeeper was not as calm as before, his face was pale, his eyes were hesitant, and he unconsciously crackled and plucked the abacus beads, and the woman squinted at him, pursed his lips and said, "The shopkeeper's account can't be calculated." ”

"You ignorant prostitute, what nonsense!" The guy in the shop was full of anger and shouted loudly.

"I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." The woman was not annoyed, but smiled: "What are you afraid of?" ”

The shopkeeper's chest rose and fell and glared at her angrily, threw the abacus into the cloth bag he carried, and stood up to leave, before he took two or three steps, the open temple clattered twice, and closed from the outside to the inside.

In front of the river god case, a glass sea lantern was extinguished.

Only the fire was still burning, and the shopkeeper turned to see that everyone's faces were reflected in gold, like statues of gods.

"You ......." took two steps back in horror, and before he could speak, he heard a "snap", and his bones rolled and rolled, rolling to his feet, "knocking, knocking" and swinging twice.

"What's it?" Lang Zhong was the first to ask.

The woman guessed, "Something like a bead." ”

Another one rolled to Xiao Kite's side, she picked it up and saw the woman coming, simply gave it to her, and stared at the statue of the river god, the shadow was hazy and indistinguishable.

Look at Sister Rong again, she just cares about pulling the sugar and fried apricots to play, making her fingers sticky.

The woman looked close to the firelight, and suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, isn't this the shopkeeper's abacus beads?" ”

Xiao Yan said jokingly: "The vengeful soul is here!" ”

"Who the hell are you? What are you going to do to me......" the shopkeeper yelled hoarsely, his face hideous and terrifying.

His words were not in the crackling sound, countless beads rolled out from the bottom of the case, and the black swarthy slipped straight in front of him, and a woman's voice came out of nowhere: "See you again, you!" ”

"Who are you?" The shopkeeper staggered back to the wall, and there was no way back.

The woman sighed longly: "Chen Aqiao! You forgot. ”

"I don't want you to die, you forced me, I killed you." The shopkeeper stared at the vague statue of the river god, incoherent and distracted.

The two Lang Zhong quickly jumped up, one of them took out the iron chain from his shoulder and wrapped it around his neck, and the other shouted and reprimanded: "The criminal Zhu Kun and Chen Aqiao were brutalized five years ago, and now he admits to his evil deeds and is immediately arrested and brought to justice." ”

But it turned out to be two trappers from the yamen, pushing and shoving, scolding and scolding and walking out, the temple door has been opened, and the other two trappers are waiting to answer.

Lang Zhong came out with a medicine box in his clothes.

The old woman began to laugh lowly, and seemed to cry bitterly, like a blade scraping her throat.

The woman burst into tears, covered her face with a silver and red veil and sobbed.

Xiao Yuan hugged Sister Rong and got into the carriage first, the rain stopped, the sky was rarely dyed with sunset, and someone was passing the bridge in front of her.