"And then?" Huang Wufeng asked.

"I died in a few days." The pilgrim suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard that it was Dafang who was jealous and asked the housekeeper in the house to drug her and put her there. ”

The love in the world is varied, and no matter when you listen to it, you can't help but sigh.

"So miserable?" Huang Wufeng was somewhat sympathetic.

"Who's to say it isn't." The pilgrim continued, "However, after the death of Miss Meijiang, the strange things of the Wei family came, first the housekeeper in the house hanged himself strangely, and then the old lady fell into a stroke when she was in the garden, and she went a few days later, and then the pregnant third room was smashed by a vase falling from the sky, and she died on the spot, and the little young master was also crazy, the door did not go out, and the flower wine was not drunk, and he hid in the room every day to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and I heard that the old man could still hear the sound of the Meijiang girl asking for her life in the middle of the night, which was very terrible. ”

Huang Wufeng glanced towards the main hall, "Then ...... is it who came to do things today?" ”

"The eldest young master of the Wei family, Wei Qinfeng."

In the main hall, the back of the man kneeling in front of the statue of Zhong Kui with his back to them was resolute, but there was an indescribable sense of sadness.

At the Master's signal, he raised his hands high, bowed his waist, and bowed reverently.

Huang Wufeng thanked the pilgrim, pulled the scholar aside, and said, "This matter is strange. ”

Brother Shu asked, "In the past few days, have you received any relevant expressions?" ”

"Never." Huang Wufeng shook his head and said, "If it's really a ghost, I should feel it." ”

Brother Shu glanced at the eldest young master of the Wei family from afar, and said, "You go back again, and order the local city god to submit the soul-pulling documents of this town for a month." ”

Huang Wufeng said "uh", "Now? ”

Brother Shu asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Huang Wufeng motioned to him to look somewhere next to him with his eyes, and whispered, "I'm afraid that I'm leaving, and you can't stand it yourself." ”

He was talking about Bai Ling, who was leaning against the brick wall, holding his hands on his chest, and listening coldly.

Bai Ling listened to it for a long time, but she didn't actually hear much, because when the pilgrim communicated with Huang Wufeng, he used the local dialect.

At this moment, feeling his gaze, she just straightened up, walked over and asked, "What did that person just tell you?" "The babbling, like the bird's language, she couldn't understand a word.

"You don't understand?" Huang Wufeng's reaction was also surprised.

"Nonsense." Bai Ling said coldly, "What you said is not official words. ”

Sure enough, the speed of this face change is unparalleled. When he offered to go with them before, his attitude was not like this.

Huang Wufeng was slandered in his heart, and he looked innocent on the surface, "In this way, I thought you immortals had some special skills." ”

This dark ridicule, no matter how dull Bailing is, she can hear it, not to mention that she is not dull at all. There are as many languages in the Three Realms as many as stars, and there are countless dialects alone, so the gods will naturally be disturbed by the complicated language, otherwise there will be no local gods.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sneer, "Childish." ”

"Alright." Brother Shu spoke up and turned to Huang Wufeng, who was puffing up, "Go quickly, don't make a mistake." ”

"Okay." Huang Wufeng reluctantly responded, glared at Bai Ling again, and then muttered and left, "It's just right, let Chenghuang also check this difficult immortal god, maybe he will be expelled from the heavenly realm a long time ago......"