In the past few days, people in Beijing have been in a state of panic, one saying that the southern army has already reached Cangzhou, another saying that the northeast has brought over several thousand Fengtian soldiers and a few wagons of munitions, and there are even rumors that Puyi, who lived in Tianjin, invited foreigners, and organized an eight-nation alliance to land in Tianjin, and rushed to Beijing to restore the imperial system -- in short, there are all kinds of outrageous claims, and the common people are terrified when the imperial wind blows evilly. This Evil May is a bit too evil.

When Fang Laoshan returned to the city, it was already dark, he didn't take the main road, he walked along the edge of the alley, and when he saw a figure, he quickly shrank in the corner, for fear of meeting acquaintances and Fengtian soldiers. Acquaintances are afraid of borrowing, Fengtian soldiers are afraid of robbing, who else's life is more important than their own in these years?

Fang Laoshan is an old Beijinger, who has seen a lot of wars over the years, has rich experience, and knows that once a war starts, what he is most afraid of is famine. So when he heard that there was another war this time, he hurriedly went out of the city, got two large turnips, a bundle of greens, and two river fish from a nearby farmhouse, and strung them with hemp rope and carried them in his hand. If you really want to fight a war and lock down the city, this little thing is barely enough for the family to last a few days, and Fang Laoshan is a little more down-to-earth in his heart.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the door of the house, Fang Laoshan suddenly saw that there seemed to be a figure in front of him, swaying and walking over here, his walking posture was high and low, which was very strange. Fang Laoshan was taken aback, thinking that he hadn't met a skewer in the alley, right? Legend has it in old Beijing that people who die outside want to go home, but they have no memory and can only walk around in the hutongs. If a pedestrian encounters a skewer in an alley, he can't talk to it, just bow his head and go over, otherwise it will go back with you, and it will cause a big disaster.

Fang Laoshan also hurriedly lowered his head, held his breath and walked forward. The two quickly walked face to face, the other party suddenly let out a low roar, stretched out his arm, and hugged Fang Laoshan, so frightened that Fang Laoshan threw down the food in his hand, turned around and ran, this person chased a few steps behind, and fell to the ground with a "poof".

Fang Laoshan turned around and saw that he had fallen to the ground and was not moving, so he had the courage to come back. He crouched down and reached out to touch his neck, still hot with air, to be sure that this was not a ghost, but a living person. When he saw that this man was silent, he couldn't help but feel greedy, if he stripped this dress and sold it in a ready-to-wear store, he could also exchange it for some wine money.

Fang Laoshan hesitated for a moment, and was about to stretch out his hand, but this person suddenly raised his head, so frightened that he sat on the ground with his ass and was in pain.

This man was a young offspring, but his face was as gray as death, and his face was withered. He gasped and opened his mouth and said, "Uncle...... Send this to Tsinghua School and give it to Xu Yicheng. Fang Laoshan saw that there was a thin piece of white paper in his hand, and there was blood on it, so he didn't dare to take it. The man showed a pleading look: "Thank you, thank you......" He struggled as if to emphasize. Fang Laoshan hurriedly said Brother, I'll call a doctor for you, the man said: "You must send it, otherwise you won't be able to ......" Before he finished speaking, he couldn't support it, and fell to the ground again, silent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps on the other side of the alley, and there were quite a few people. Fang Laoshan jumped up excitedly, didn't think much about it, pulled the paper out of his hand, and ran towards his door. He hurriedly unlocked and slipped in, gently closed the door panel, and peeked out through the crack in the door.

Several figures walked briskly from a distance, looking like they were all dressed as Fengtian soldiers, but their movements were much sharper. One of them took out a flashlight and shone it on the body, then shone it around the neighborhood. This person was tall and murderous, and Fang Laoshan was so frightened that he was half a short body, and he didn't dare to breathe. The man crouched down, searched the body, got up and whispered a few words to the people around him—in a language other than Chinese—and then lifted the body up and left quietly.

Fang Laoshan felt that his spine was covered with cold sweat, he looked down, only to realize that he had just pulled it too fast, and there was only half of the white paper left, which was startled. He also counted on taking this to Tsinghua University in exchange for payment, so he quickly unfolded it and took a look, this half of the paper was a piece of letterhead, and on it was a handwritten scribbled word "Ling", and a blood-red palm print was taken next to the word, and the traces of the five fingers were clearly visible. There should still be words on the bottom half of this paper, which is probably taken away by those people just now.

Fang Laoshan was very annoyed, he knew that he didn't have to exert so much energy, and he didn't know if this half piece of paper could be exchanged for money. He tossed and turned for a night, and the more he thought about it, the more pity he felt, and at noon the next day, he decided to try his luck at Tsinghua School.

The city of Beijing was in turmoil, and the Tsinghua campus was also in chaos at this time. A few lazy soldiers leaned against sandbags at the school gate, listlessly throwing dice. Several boys in long shirts unfurled white banners and impassionedly told the onlookers about revolutionary truths; A group of female students hurried with books in their hands; Shredded paper and small flags in one place, no one cleaned them.

Fang Laoshan asked around, and finally inquired about Xu Yicheng at the Tsinghua Institute of Chinese Studies. The Institute of Chinese Studies has its own exclusive building, which is a two-story small white building in Western style to the east of Weiming Lake. Under the porch is a circle of bushes and flowers of various colors, and on the wall are crooked dills and creepers, which are the traces of the strong winds of the previous days.

He was instructed to find an office on the ground floor and was startled as soon as he entered. There was a human anatomy map on the front wall of the room, and a skull resting on the table. It is surrounded by stone chips, pottery, photographs, and various books in foreign languages, as well as many strange tools. A man was working in front of the desk, and when he heard him come in, he looked up and asked him what was the matter.

"I'm looking for Mr. Xu and Xu Yicheng." Fang Laoshan nodded. The man said I am. Fang Laoshan hurriedly said, someone asked me to send you a letter. Xu Yicheng put down the pen and cast a puzzled look. Fang Laoshan was also not polite, and told Xu Yicheng what happened last night.

After Xu Yicheng listened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he asked him what that person looked like. Fang Laoshan said: "Melon seed face, high nose bridge, two eyes are very open - oh, by the way, the forehead is particularly wide." Xu Yicheng's eyes moved, he took out a photo from the drawer and asked Fang Laoshan if he recognized it. Fang Laoshan looked at the photo, it was a group photo, and there were more than a dozen people on it. He looked around, pointed to one of them, and said, "Yes, yes, this is the person." Xu Yicheng closed his eyes, took a light breath, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "What about the things?" ”

Fang Laoshan took out the half of the folded white paper from his arms, but he didn't hand it over. Xu Yicheng knew what he meant and threw him a handful of copper dollars. Fang Laoshan took Tong Yuan with a smile on his eyebrows, counted it, looked at Xu Yicheng's face, and quickly pretended to be sad again, and put the letter on the table respectfully.

Xu Yicheng unfolded the letter and looked at it, and asked quietly, "What else did he say before he died?" "Nope." Fang Laoshan replied. Xu Yicheng threw over a few more coppers, Fang Laoshan took the money, and then said, "He said that he must send it to you, otherwise it will be too late." Xu Yicheng asked again: "What is too late?" Fang Laoshan said with a sad face: "I don't know about this......

Xu Yicheng's eyes froze, and Fang Laoshan waved his hand again and again in fright: "I really don't know, I really don't know, wow, he died halfway through his speech......" He saw Xu Yicheng's expression dark, and leaned over with concern, "He's your friend?" Xu Yicheng nodded slightly.

Fang Laoshan was silent, he silently put away the money and prepared to leave. Xu Yicheng suddenly said, "Can you please prepare incense and candles and help me burn some paper money in the place where he died?" Fang Laoshan agreed repeatedly, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible now, and he didn't dare to look directly into Xu Yicheng's eyes. When he walked out of the gate of the research institute, he breathed a sigh of relief, spread his palm and counted the money, and walked towards home with a smile.

Fang Laoshan didn't know that Xu Yicheng was always watching him from behind him. It wasn't until his back disappeared at the end of the path of Weiming Lake that Xu Yicheng withdrew his gaze and returned to the office. He slowly pulled out a wooden chair and sat down, half of the letterhead in his hand, and his heart was like a boiling mountain boiling sea.

The deceased's name was Chen Weili, and he was his close friend. Both are interested in archaeology, like-minded, and have nothing to say. Later, Chen Weili went to Japan to study, and the two have not seen each other for many years. Xu Yicheng never expected that the farewell at the pier that year would become a farewell.

Xu Yicheng closed his eyes, and his friend's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of him...... Chen Weili is a young man full of ideals and drive, who is determined to start the cause of archaeology in China. He once told Xu Yicheng that his biggest dream was to build China's own museum following the example of the British Museum, and put all the treasures in the hands of antique dealers into it for future generations to see - it would be good to put it in the Forbidden City! When talking about this dream, Chen Weili's eyes sparkled, like a father talking about his proudest child.

It's a pity that Chen Weili will never see the day when this dream will come true. His life, deep in the narrow hutongs of Beijing, was forever frozen at the age of twenty-nine.

After the initial sadness passed, endless doubts slowly surfaced in Xu Yicheng's heart.

When did Chen Weili return to Beijing? Why not reach out to him? What's more, judging from Fang Laoshan's description, Chen Weili should have been hunted down and killed. Why was he hunted down? Who killed him? Why?

Xu Yicheng reopened his eyes and tilted his head, trying to imagine the dangerous situation Chen Weili faced through the ceiling. He did not ask for help for himself at the last moment of his life, but managed to send the piece of paper to his friend whom he had not met for several years, and let out a final cry: it was too late - he knew that with Xu Yicheng's temperament, he would not ignore it, and would definitely do his best to finish this "too late" thing for him.

This is the deepest trust, but also the heaviest entrustment. What was written on that piece of paper that made Chen Weili even care about his own life and death, and he wanted to send it out? Intuition told Xu Yicheng that this matter would never be a personal grudge. With Chen Weili's temperament, this must be a big event, and it is an extremely dangerous one.

Xu Yicheng pinched this half of the paper, like more than a thousand catties, and couldn't help muttering: "Weili, Weili, what happened to you?" ”

Xu Yicheng's fingertips gently rubbed the paper. If Fang Laoshan had taken the entire piece of paper back at that time, maybe there would have been more clues. Now there is only a headless "mausoleum" character and five finger prints, not to mention fulfilling Chen Weili's last wish, it is difficult to even figure out what happened.

Suddenly, Xu Yicheng's fingers stopped, and his eyebrows moved slightly.

This is a kind of thick letterhead, the paper is thick and dense, the surface is bright, suitable for pen writing, and you will know that it is a foreign product when you touch it. Xu Yicheng's fingers were very sensitive, and he soon felt a bump on the paper, which seemed to be an indentation left by the writing on the previous page.

Xu Yicheng pushed open the window, pointed the half of the paper at the sun, and squinted his eyes to observe it carefully for a while. He took another pencil from the pen holder, sharpened it with the knife, and gently scraped the paper with his side. Soon, a wonderful mark appeared in front of Xu Yicheng's eyes, the two Chinese characters of wind and earth were stacked up and down, and the periphery of the word "wind" and the bottom horizontal of the word "earth" were slightly bent and deformed, just forming a circle.

Endemic?

Xu Yicheng stared at the mark for a while, then picked up the pencil and continued to scrape. Soon next to the mark, a light gray drawing was scraped out with clear lines, a sketch of what should have been the outline of a Chinese sword, but only half from the head to the jaw—the rest was presumably on the other half of the lost paper.

The shape of this half of the sword is also quite peculiar, as if it has been painted twice, and you can barely see a straight sword body and a slightly curved sword body, and the two sword blades overlap each other, as if ghosting. It seems that the painter can't make up his mind, so he first draws a straight body, and then changes it to a bent body.

If you look closely, there seems to be a dragon pattern on it. It's a pity that this trace is really not heavy, and I can't see more details.

What is the connection between the bloody handprint, the character "mausoleum", the terroir mark and the sword sketch? Xu Yicheng fell into deep thought.

The easiest thing to trace here is probably the terroir imprint. At first glance, this logo has been specially designed for art and geometry, and it should be the official seal of a certain institution, which has been printed on the previous page of this letterhead, and the force is slightly larger, and the paper is very soft, so it leaves a slight mark on the next page. If the origin of this imprint can be found, then the location where Chen Weili wrote the letterhead is also about to be revealed.

Xu Yicheng took a map of Beijing, took the hutong where Chen Weili died as the center of the circle, and used the circle to plan a circle. Fang Laoshan once said that Chen Weili's face was very bad, indicating that with his physical condition, he couldn't run far, and his range of activity could only be within this circle. Moreover, this kind of letterhead paper is quite high-end, and there are not many people who can afford it in China, and generally only embassies, foreign banks and other places will use it, which further narrows the scope of search.

After doing these tasks, Xu Yicheng opened the drawer and took out the set of submarine needles. This was given to him by Shen Mo, and it was a very heavy reward to thank Wu Yuwen - the subtle and interesting thing is that Shen Mo would rather give him this set of family treasures in private than publicly praise it in front of his clansmen, the meaning of which is difficult to explain.

Xu Yicheng took out a small shovel from the needle under the sea, engraved the words "Chen Gongweili's position" on a wooden plaque, and then respectfully placed it in front of the table. He lit two sticks of incense, straightened up, crossed his two thumbs and eight fingers, bowed three times, flipped the back of his hand, and bowed three more times.

This is the rule on the rivers and lakes, called life and death worship, also called Tuogu worship, according to legend, Zhuge Liang passed down in the White Emperor City. Doing such a worship in front of the grave means that the living are willing to fulfill the deceased's last wish at all costs, to make a promise to be alone, to die without regrets, and to flip the back of the hand to show that it does not live up to the trust. Strange to say, as soon as Xu Yicheng finished worshipping, a gust of wind outside the window blew into the house, and suddenly it was blown everywhere. The wooden sign shook a few times, and actually fell down facing Xu Yicheng.

Xu Yicheng's lips trembled, and he hurriedly reached out to pick up the wooden card, his eyes were sad, but there was no trace of tears: "Weili, I don't know why you died, and I don't know who killed you." But when you came to me on your deathbed, you naturally had a reason. People treat me as a countryman, and I treat me as a countryman - these two lines of tears for my brother, and when I have to show you the snow, it's not too late! ”

The wind stopped when it said it stopped, and there was silence in the middle of the house.

The place where Chen Weili died was near the alley of the ** line in Xicheng, and there were bright streets in front and back, and the vicinity was a prosperous place. Business travelers gather, the north and south shops are connected into a large area, and even there are more than a dozen foreign banks, and other various entertainment and gold sales places are lined up one after another. However, due to the recent war, many shops have locked their doors and put up their door panels, for fear of being affected by the defeated soldiers, and it looks very depressed.

Xu Yicheng left Tsinghua University, took the ** line alley as the center of the circle, walked a few laps along the demarcated range, and found nothing, not to mention the mark, not even a signboard with the word "terroir". He had visited all those foreign firms, and there was nothing suspicious. Xu Yicheng took this figure and asked a few passers-by, but they all said that they had never seen it.

When the gas is hot, it is hot, Xu Yicheng is a little tired of walking, and wants to find a teahouse to rest and drink a few sips of tea. As soon as he looked up, his eyes narrowed. It turned out that unconsciously, he actually walked to the Majestic Hotel. This Majestic Hotel is very famous in Sijiu City, it is a high-end hotel specially for foreigners to stay, the decoration facilities are said to invite designers from New York, even the four words "Majestic Hotel" are outlined with neon lights, and the flowers and greenery are particularly dazzling at night, it is a scene from far and near.

Xu Yicheng saw a few Orientals in suits walk out of the hotel door and bow to the other people - needless to say, this must be Japanese. Seeing them, Xu Yicheng couldn't help but feel a burst of doubt in his heart. Chen Weili's death, Xu Yicheng has always suspected that it has something to do with Japan. The imprint is the word "terroir", and Japan is the only country that still uses kanji abroad. What's more, when Chen Weili went abroad, he studied archaeology at Waseda University.

There are no other Japanese institutions or shops in the area, so if there is anything to do with the Japanese, it is probably the guests staying at the Majestic Hotel.

He walked into the hotel and went straight to the counter. The receptionist saw that he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his temperament was extraordinary, so he hurried over to greet him. Xu Yicheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he "snapped" a copper dollar on the countertop, and held it with his hand: "What Japanese guests have you stayed here recently?" ”

The reception was probably used to seeing this kind of scene for a long time, and with a smile, he put the ledger up, and quickly pulled Tong Yang away under the ledger with the other hand: "The political situation has not been stable recently, and there are few people coming." Now there is only one Japanese delegation, Tokyo Imperial University, all of whom wear thick-bottomed glasses. ”

"Oh?" Xu Yicheng frowned, "What are they here for?" ”

The reception didn't answer, just knocked the ledger on the table. Xu Yicheng handed over another copper dollar, and he said: "I heard that I came to China to inspect some historical sites, I helped them carry the suitcase, and it fell to the ground once in the middle, and it was full of maps." He pointed, "Well, that's the professor in the regiment." ”

Xu Yicheng followed his line of sight. On the first floor of the Majestic Hotel is a café, in which a Japanese man in a kimono sits on the sofa by the window, and opposite sits a Chinese wearing a melon skin hat, spitting at him.

Xu Yicheng walked over quietly and saw that the two of them were playing with a bamboo cane. The bamboo cane is about 70 centimeters high, just the thickness of a palm to hold, the bamboo knots are sparse, and there are purple spots like tear stains on it. The most strange thing is that the bamboo surface on each section has a slight convexity, just like the Buddha face. A bamboo cane is divided into five sections, which is five Buddha faces, which is really a delicate and strange thing.

The Japanese man had a large head and a slender neck, a broad, smooth forehead that protruded forward, and a hairline that was desperately leaning back, making him look like he was always leaning forward in a curious posture. He held the bamboo cane in both hands, his eyes slightly glazed behind the thick lenses, and he didn't know whether he was shocked or suspicious.

The Chinese said, "Don't worry, I don't dare to fool the professors of the Japanese Empire." This Xiangfei Buddha-faced bamboo cane is really a rare thing. Do you see the purple halo on top of it? That's the best Xiangfei tear bamboo, and it won't grow one for hundreds of years......" The man was talking about Xingtou when he heard a sneer from next to him. He saw Xu Yicheng smiling next to him, he was very dissatisfied, waved his hand and said, "Go away!" ”

Xu Yicheng ignored him and said to the Japanese professor: "This gentleman, you are going to be fooled." The man was furious: "What are you talking about? Xu Yicheng was not polite, picked up the cane, took his finger and pointed at the purple tears on the bamboo surface and said: "These tear spots are not grown, they are pointed." When Hsinchu was first born, he ordered a few moss money seals, and after it grows up, wash it with grass and wash off the moss money, and the spots will come out, isn't it? ”

The man was speechless for a moment, but his mouth refused to admit defeat. Xu Yicheng said: "The real tears go deep into the bamboo; The tears that come out are floating on the bamboo skin. Let's make a bet, I'll break this bamboo cane to see if there is a purple halo on its section. If it is true, I will compensate according to the price; If it's fake, let's go to the Japanese embassy and make it clear, how about it? ”

The man hurriedly turned his face to the Japanese professor and said, "Don't listen to this kid's nonsense, he knows a fart, I'm from the five veins." Have you heard of the five veins? Bright-eyed plum blossom ......"

The professor raised his hand, returned the bamboo cane with both hands, and said in stiff Chinese: "The Buddha-faced cane, commonly known as the Dingguang Buddha cane, was produced in Longyan, Yongding, and Wuping in the Song Dynasty. Su Shi once sent a staff to Elder Luofu, leaving two lines of poetry, 'The world-honored faces of the Ten Directions and the Three Realms are all in the hands of Dongpo. ’”

Longyan, Yongding, and Wuping are in Fujian, and naturally have nothing to do with Xiangfeizhu in Hunan, and the professor is ambiguous and unwilling to refuse directly, so he recites the allusion of the Buddha's face cane, which is tantamount to a euphemistic refusal. Xu Yicheng and the man didn't expect that this Japanese had such a deep foundation in Sinology. Although he did not have the antique knowledge to identify tear stains, he relied on his familiarity with the classics to point out the flaws from another angle.

The man's face turned red, and without saying a word, he picked up the bamboo cane and turned around and left. Before leaving, he also glared at Xu Yicheng fiercely and snorted: "Don't help the Chinese, but help the Japanese, dog traitor!" Xu Yicheng couldn't cry or laugh for a while, but he didn't pursue it. This kind of scammer is all too common, specializing in mixing around high-end hotels and tricking foreigners with fakes.

The Japanese professor stood up and bowed in thanks: "I'm worried about how to get him to leave, it's great that you can help." ”

Xu Yicheng thought to himself that this guy was really an honest man, and he was so polite to liars. He waved his hand and smiled: "It's nothing, I can't see a fake, so I can't hold back for a while, I don't know if it bothers you." The Japanese professor handed over a business card with both hands, and the business card was quite simple, with only four words on it: "Kido has three." Xu Yicheng put away the business card and clasped his fists with both hands: "I'm sorry, I don't have a business card." My name is Xu Yicheng, and I studied archaeology at Tsinghua University. ”

Hearing the word archaeology, Kido Yuzo's eyes suddenly lit up. He warmly invited Xu Yicheng to sit down across from him and began to talk about archaeology. It turned out that Kido Yuzo, a professor of archaeology at Tokyo Imperial University, had just arrived in Beijing in late March with several other scholars who had been invited to join a delegation to investigate ancient ruins in northwest China. Because of the political turmoil, it has not yet started.

As soon as he heard the word "terroir", Xu Yicheng's heart jumped, and he hurriedly took out the transcribed terroir marker, and Professor Kido nodded when he saw it: "That's right, this is the mark of the China Terroir Research Association." ”

"What kind of group is that?"

It is an academic foundation dedicated to excavating, preserving, and researching the history of the East Asian region, similar to the Kyoto Institute of Oriental Culture, the East Asian Archaeological Society, and the East Asian Cultural Association. We were able to make this expedition thanks to their kind funding. ”

That's right, Xu Yicheng thought to himself. The letter paper used by Chen Weili was brought from Japan by the delegation, and the imprint left on it was that of the sponsor of the China Terroir Research Association.

From this point of view, Chen Weili's death and the message he sacrificed his life to convey may be inextricably linked to this delegation.

Xu Yicheng didn't say anything on the surface, and sneered in his heart. The Japanese have coveted Chinese culture since the First Sino-Japanese War. Over the years, it has become an open secret that the Japanese who came to China under the banner of archaeology have been like carp crossing the river, either stealing grave sites or searching for ancient books and cultural relics. This professor of Kido Yuzo is a nerd, but the motives of this expedition he is in may not be pure.

"Is the object of your investigation this time an ancient mausoleum?" Xu Yicheng asked. On Chen Weili's piece of paper, the only recognizable character is the word "mausoleum". With the level of greed of the Japanese, I'm afraid this is what attracts them the most.

Professor Kido did not hide it at all: "Yes, we hope to have at least one excavation expedition, preferably a Han tomb or a Tang tomb." ”

Xu Yicheng couldn't help but say, "Don't you think it's a kind of theft?" ”

Professor Kido looked at Xu Yicheng strangely: "Xu Jun, it's really strange for you to ask such a question. Our excavations are completely in line with academic norms, these are valuable treasures of East Asian history, and if we don't do it soon, you Chinese warlords will destroy them completely. ”

"But it's still stealing."

"History is not the exclusive property of one person, one group or one country, it belongs to all people. It is better for grateful scholars to study and bear fruit than to destroy it in the hands of those who are greedy, and that's my idea. ”

Xu Yicheng stared at Professor Kido, whose eyes did not contain the slightest guilt, nor did he contain any greed. He realized that Professor Kido was a true idiot, and that he probably didn't have any concept of ethnicity or politics in his mind, and that only his own research topic was the most important.

So Xu Yicheng decisively changed the topic. He was born in the five veins, and he had received formal academic training, and he was very knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and the two chatted very speculatively. Xu Yicheng thought of the half of the sword shadow on the letterhead, so he deliberately introduced the topic to the sword, and Professor Kido happened to be the subject of his graduation thesis, and he was even more interested, talking about many differences between ancient Japanese and Chinese sword-casting techniques. Xu Yicheng asked sideways whether this China terroir inspection group had anything to do with any Chinese swords.

When Professor Kido heard this question, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head: "There is no such special plan in the group. However, I have done shallow research on this kind of subject, and if I come across sword artifacts on this expedition, I think it will give me a little bit of a look, I think. When he spoke, his head was tilted back slightly, and although his mouth was humble, his expression was full of unconcealed pride, and he should be the most senior in the delegation in this professional field.

Xu Yicheng's heart moved, and he drew the shape of the ghost on the paper casually, and found an excuse to ask for advice. Professor Kido didn't have any scheming, he felt that Xu Yicheng was a colleague, so he knew everything, and he told everything he knew and told him everything, and he didn't hide anything. He told Xu Yicheng that the curved blade of the sword could be seen in many civilizations, such as the Japanese, Mongolian, and Persian scimitars. However, he had never seen such a form as a sword jaw with a curved sword body in the Central Plains style.

Xu Yicheng stared at Professor Kido for a long time, thinking that this man was very sincere—or very simple—and could not lie. The sketch of the sword should not have been written by him. This is strange, Professor Kido is obviously the sword authority in the inspection group, but he doesn't know about it.

Thinking of this, Xu Yicheng casually asked, "Professor Kido, do you know a person named Chen Weili?" Kido Yousan was stunned, and immediately showed a look of pity: "Chen Jun, I know that he is the translator of this delegation. It's a pity that he passed away suddenly yesterday. I heard the head of the group, Daisuke Sakai, say that he had taken too much opium, but he's a pity, but he's a very good young man. ”

Opium overdose? Xu Yicheng raised his eyebrows. What an excuse! In the eyes of foreigners, no one in Chinese does not smoke opium, and the fabricated cause of death is always this. He asked, "So where is his remain?" Professor Kido thought for a moment and replied, "I should have sent it to the Japanese embassy this morning, and the head of Sakai personally sent it." ”

According to the law, Chen Weili is a Chinese national, and his accidental death should be handled by the Jingshi Police Department. The Japanese deliberately sent Chen Weili's body to the embassy, there must be some reason.

Xu Yicheng wanted to ask again, but Professor Kido suddenly stood up and said to Xu Yicheng: "The head of the regiment is back, you can ask him directly." ”

Four or five Japanese people happened to walk into the hotel, and the first one was broad-shouldered and broad-faced, with a very thick chin, and two thick eyebrows always twisted together, like an ink ball on his head. Kido Yuzo got up and shouted, "Commander Sakai." Sakai Daisuke glanced at Xu Yicheng and asked who he was, Kido Yousan: "His name is Xu Yicheng, and he is asking me about Chen Jun, you know better than I know, just tell him." ”

Xu Yicheng secretly complained, this Professor Kido is really honest in success, and honest in defeat.

Last night, Fang Laoshan witnessed a group of mysterious people carrying Chen Weili's body away, and the half of the paper left in his hand must have also been confiscated by them. The gang must have known that someone had taken the top half of the paper. When Professor Kido said this, this is not clear to tell people, the paper is in my hand, am I here to investigate the cause of Chen Weili's death?

Originally, he was going to knock on the side and quietly find out through the other people in the inspection group, but now it's good, and he was directly betrayed by Kido Yusan.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Chen Weili's name, Sakai Daisuke's eyes exploded. He looked at Xu Yicheng and asked him in Chinese what his relationship was with Chen Weili. Xu Yicheng had to answer: "I am his friend in Beijing, and he asked me to come to Dahua today to catch up on the old days, but I never appeared, so I came to look for it." Sakai Daisuke was suspicious and said, "Unfortunately, Chen Jun overdosed on opium last night and died. We have just sent his body to the Japanese Embassy and we will inform his family when the autopsy is over. ”

"Shouldn't the autopsy be done by the Kyoshi Police Department?" Xu Yicheng asked.

Sakai Daisuke said disdainfully: "The level of autopsy in your China is too low to be trusted." Besides, we can't find the police if we try to find it now. ”

This is also a fact, and now from Wu Yuwen downward, everyone in the police department is panicked, and their functions tend to be paralyzed.

Xu Yicheng knew that this time of startling the snake made the other party suspicious, and he couldn't continue to test it. So he made a few perfunctory polite words about the sacrifice on another day, and left under the pretext of excuse. Professor Kido was still chatting proudly, and he pulled Xu Yicheng's sleeve, saying that there are too few people in China with this kind of knowledge, and he wanted to make an appointment to visit Tsinghua University. Xu Yicheng hesitated, and under the gaze of Sakai Daisuke, he still left the address to him.

As he left the Majestic Hotel, Xu Yicheng noticed a person standing behind Daisuke Sakai who had been staring at him coldly. This guy is wearing a Chinese-style robe, and you can see the slightly bulging muscles under the clothes, and his neck is thick and lean. Xu Yicheng passed by him, and suddenly his body was short, this guy quickly avoided it, and then immediately returned to his usual standing posture.

Xu Yicheng smiled at him and pointed to his leather shoes, meaning that I was just tying my shoes. Under the cold gaze of this person, Xu Yicheng slowly walked out of the Majestic Hotel, without looking back, until he walked to the street, he breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his back was cold.

Xu Yicheng is very sure that this must be a soldier, and only a soldier has this kind of restrained and refined murderous spirit and quick movements.

The facts are very clear, Chen Weili came to Beijing this time as a translator for the China Terroir Investigation Group. He found out something, and in a hurry, he tore off a piece of letterhead that had been used by the China Terroir Research Association, and escaped from the Majestic Hotel, only to be killed on the way.

Tokyo Imperial University, the China Terroir Research Association, maybe there is still the shadow of the Japanese military, Xu Yicheng feels that this matter is becoming more and more strange and dangerous. If the investigation continues, he will face a well-organized behemoth, and no one on his side will even pay attention to the police. Compared with the two, the strength and weakness are extremely different.

But so what?

Xu Yicheng raised his head and saw a row of crows flying overhead, as if a small black gap had cracked in the sky. He grinned, showed a confident and resolute smile, raised his hands, put his thumbs together, and put his eight fingers together, bowed to the sky three times, flipped the back of his hands, and bowed three more times.

Worship alone, and die without regrets.

The people of the Xu family, if they make a promise, they will never give up halfway.

This day is destined to be peaceful. When Xu Yicheng returned to Tsinghua School, he was surprised to find that the two young guests in the room had been waiting for a long time.

One is Liu Yiming and the other is Huang Kewu. The two of them were originally smiling, but when they saw Xu Yicheng's face solemn after entering the door, they were a little embarrassed for a while. Xu Yicheng asked them why they came to Tsinghua University, and Huang Kewu pushed Liu Yiming and asked him to say. Liu Yiming pushed his glasses and explained his intentions.

It turned out that the two of them came here for a little aftermath of Wu Yuwen's incident.

That day in Wu Yuwen's house, Zhengdexiang's boss Wang donated 1,500 oceans in exchange for a gold copper chime, and a circle of Sanskrit was engraved inside, which was shaped like a lotus flower. At that time, it was the eye of Yao Shenxing's own palm, although the age was not marked, but it would not be earlier than Qianjia. Qianjia has not been in the Republic of China for many years, and the copper chime itself is not rare, and it is not worth much. Boss Wang comforted himself, anyway, he spent money to eliminate the disaster, and it didn't matter if it was real or not.

After he took the wooden fish home, he casually put it in front of the Buddhist hall. His eldest wife believed in Buddhism and was in perfect need. But something strange happened that night. When an old mother got up at night, she heard the gurgling sound in the Buddhist hall, she looked in, it was dark inside, there was no one, and then listened carefully, it was actually the copper chime in front of the Buddha that made its own sound, and the work stopped after a while. Looking at the time, it was exactly half past ten.

When Mrs. Wang heard about it the next day, she was very happy, and she felt that this bronze chime had Buddha nature, and thought that this was the Bodhisattva urging me to recite the sutra at night. In the middle of the night, she waited at the entrance of the Buddha hall, and at the same time, there was the sound of copper chimes. She went in with a candle in her hand and knelt down in the Buddha hall, when she suddenly felt a cloudy wind blowing, and her legs suddenly couldn't move.

Mrs. Wang was slumped there, only her eyes could turn. She saw that under the candlelight, the shadow of the bronze chime slowly elongated, a little strange, and the shape changed to a woman with a flag head. Mrs. Wang was so frightened that she couldn't run, so she could only scream desperately. As a result, the whole house was alarmed, and everyone entered the Buddhist hall and lit the electric lights, and when they saw that Mrs. Wang was paralyzed on the ground and fainted, the copper chime was still ringing.

It's a big deal. Businessmen are the most taboo about these things, and when Boss Wang heard his wife's description, he was also frightened, and he was about to throw the copper chime out at that time. The old man at home reminded that this is an evil thing, it is easy to enter the door and difficult to go out.

It's not to keep it, it's not to take it away, Boss Wang is in a dilemma, so he has to ask someone to exorcise evil spirits. The Taoist monks invited several, and even found a senior brother of the Boxer Rebellion back then, but it didn't work, and the copper chime still sounded on time every night. The family was in a panic all day long, and they hid in the house as soon as it was dark and did not dare to come out.

Boss Wang was so angry that he scolded, King Wu Yan had killed so many people, and the things he handled were definitely not clean. After he scolded King Wu Yan, he scolded the five veins, and scolded those who were blind, and he couldn't see this evil spirit. Boss Wang didn't dare to provoke King Wu Yan, so he wanted to make Wumai responsible. So he sent a message to Shen Mo and asked them to send someone to take another look at it and see what was going on.

There is a rule in antique shops: everything that is handled can be fake, but there can be no unlucky. Selling people is called deception; Selling great evil things is called harming people. Therefore, people who play antiques have to dabble in many ways such as feng shui and numerology, and they have the responsibility of explaining the good luck and evil when selling goods. For example, whoever buys an ancient mirror, the boss has to remind people first that they must not hang high in front of the couch; Whoever wants to sell a wooden comb with the core of the locust tree, the serious big shops dare not accept it, and they refuse to sell it on consignment - the locust wood is a big yin, which is used for combing the hair of ghosts, and it will cost people to sell it.

Although this copper chime is not a five-vein meridian, since it has been handed over to others, it can't be separated from it, so Shen Mo asked Yao Shenxing to take a look again.

Yao Shenxing accepted the silent request, crying and laughing, so he had to go again. When he arrived at Wang's house, Yao Shenxing picked up the copper and looked at it in the east and west, but he really couldn't see anything wrong. The shape of this copper chime is plain, and the only thing to worry about is the circle of Sanskrit engraved inside, but after identification, it is not an evil spell, but an ordinary Buddhist scripture.

But Boss Wang twisted the medicine and was cautious and insisted on life and death, and he must take responsibility for the five pulses. At this time, Liu Yiming, who was helping on the side, rolled his eyes and proposed that Jinshi and others were the specialties of the Xu family, so why not invite someone from the old Xu family to take a look. Yao Shenxing was not happy when he heard it, the old man of the Xu family had passed away for a few years, and now the Xu family was left alone. Asking the Xu family to make a move, it is equivalent to calling Xu Yicheng to come. On that day in Wu Yuwen's house, this person had already been out of the limelight, which made Yao Shenxing, who had always been the successor, feel a sense of crisis.

Boss Wang didn't care so much, he heard that there were more powerful masters in the five veins who had not come out of the mountain, so he was busy urging to invite. So Liu Yiming called Huang Kewu and happily ran to Tsinghua School to move the rescuers.

After talking about the previous situation, Huang Kewu said in a loud voice: "Uncle Xu, if this matter is not solved, the five veins will still have ** trouble." Wu Yuwen is solved by you, so let's end it up, start and finish. Xu Yicheng smiled and glanced at Liu Yiming meaningfully. The latter hurriedly looked away, as if something was wrong.

"Where does Boss Wang's family live?" Xu Yicheng asked.

Huang Kewu was overjoyed: "So Uncle Xu, are you willing to go?" Liu Yiming hurriedly stabbed him, and Huang Kewu realized that he didn't answer what he asked, and quickly replied, "Chongwenmen, in Chongwenmen." ”

"There aren't any temples nearby, are there?"

Huang Kewu is very familiar with the geography of Beijing, he thought about it and said that there should be none. Xu Yicheng took out a map of Beijing and spread it out, picked up a pushpin and put it on Boss Wang's house as a marker, leaned over and pondered for a while, then picked up a booklet from the bookshelf and flipped through it, and clapped his hands: "Okay, I probably know, you wait for me." Then he opened the drawer and took out the set of submarine needles.

Liu Yiming and Huang Kewu were refreshed when they saw the needle under the sea. This submarine needle is known as "no treasure", and what needs it to shoot is all rare and exotic treasures. Xu Yicheng is now bringing it on, which shows that the copper chime is by no means simple, and it is lively to see.

"Let's go." Xu Yicheng said. Chen Weili's incident made him uneasy all the time, and he just took this opportunity to change his thinking.

The three of them left Tsinghua Park, but fortunately the tram was still running at this time. Xu Yicheng sat alone in the front row, resting his head on the back of the chair, letting the sunset outside the window shine on his face, and fell into deep thought. The two were embarrassed to sit side by side with him and sat in the back. The train runs slowly along the road. Halfway through, Huang Kewu asked Liu Yiming in a low voice: "Da Liu, Uncle Xu is going, you can be regarded as offending Uncle Yao, so you are not afraid that he will clean you up?" ”

Although he is anxious, it does not mean that he has no eyes. Yao Shenxing is the established successor, Xu Yicheng's departure is tantamount to giving him a platform, and with his temperament of retribution, he will definitely not give up. Liu Yiming's move stabbed a hornet's nest.

Liu Yiming sneered: "Originally, the gold and stone were under the management of the Xu family, which sentence did I say wrong?" Well? Besides, if he dares to fix me, I will shake out all the bad things that came from the medicine, and then I will see who is disgraced. ”

Huang Kewu said with a smile: "As soon as you kid makes a move, you must have calculated it clearly first-let's say, you came to find Uncle Xu, what are you trying to do?" ”

Liu Yiming narrowed his eyes, but refused to say, just stretched out his index finger and thumb and compared the eight figures. Huang Kewu said "oh", and then he realized that the position of the patriarch of the five veins will abdicate when he sits at most eighty, so as not to be confused and affect the clan. August this year happens to be Shen Mo's 80th birthday, and it will be no surprise that Yao Shenxing will be taken over at the table - well, no surprise...... Huang Kewu thought of this, and immediately understood and said, Da Liu, you are going to make a yellow robe for Uncle Xu.

Liu Yiming lifted his glasses: "The bright-eyed plum blossoms are withering and rotting, and there must be a figure like Napoleon to lead in order to survive - Napoleon, you know who it is, right?" Huang Kewu shook his head and said he didn't know, Liu Yiming smiled: "That's the emperor of France." Huang Kewu exclaimed: "You kid is not a little brave...... Liu Yiming glanced at him: "Don't pretend, if you like Uncle Yao's position, you won't come with me." ”

Huang Kewu scratched his head and said very seriously: "I don't have any prejudices against Uncle Yao, he is a good businessman, but what objects are in his hands, only look at the price, but I don't really cherish it, I don't like this." ”

Liu Yiming said with a smile: "Come on, come on, who doesn't know that you rhubarb is a particular person and regards the ancient as his life." I also said that I am old, I think you are an old antique. ”

"If you don't cherish the antiquity, what are you going to do with it?" Huang Kewu muttered.

The two were muttering in the back row. Xu Yicheng's voice floated over from the front row: "Hey, it was your idea to call me over this time, right?" Brother Yao would never do that. ”

Liu Yiming was told that he had broken the calculation, and he didn't blush, so he simply said bluntly: "Of course he doesn't want you to go, he's afraid that you will take his seat." ”

Xu Yicheng said "hey" and didn't move his head: "Have you read the "Autumn Water Chapter" of "Zhuangzi"? The two shook their heads together. Xu Yicheng said: "In the "Autumn Water Chapter", Zhuangzi told a story: it is said that there is a bird in the south called the chick. This bird loves to be clean, not the plane tree, it does not fall, not the mountain spring water does not drink. It happened that a harrier eagle caught a rotting mouse and was about to eat it, when it saw the chick flying by, for fear that it would come and grab it, so it raised its head and 'frightened' it, trying to scare it away. ”

Liu and Huang laughed. After Liu Yiming finished laughing, he sighed again in his heart. Xu Yicheng really saw through his intentions, which can be regarded as a euphemistic refusal. He looked at Xu Yicheng in the front row who closed his eyes again, and suddenly thought again, Xu Yicheng regarded the five veins like a rotten rat, so what would be the Wutong Mountain Spring that he belonged to? Could it be the archaeology he was talking about? Liu Yiming wanted to ask, but hesitated and closed his mouth.

When it was dark, the three of them arrived at Boss Wang's house. As soon as Liu and Huang entered the door, they saw Yao Shenxing sitting there drinking tea, his face was narrow and his nose was hooked, and he really meant to be a harrier eagle, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh secretly, which made Yao Shenxing a little inexplicable.

Xu Yicheng took off his top hat and greeted him first: "Brother Yao, hello." Only then did Yao Shenxing get up and greet him with a smile, held his hand and said: "Brother Fool only knows antiques, and he is really not good at catching demons, so he can only bother you to run away." Everyone could hear that this was satirizing Xu Yicheng for not doing his job, but Xu Yicheng smiled slightly and was not annoyed.

He said a few polite words to Boss Wang and said take me to the Buddhist hall to have a look. Everyone entered the Buddhist hall, and Boss Wang pointed to the chime: "That's it, it rings at half past ten every night, which is more accurate than the Western bell." Xu Yicheng walked over, did not rush to touch, but spread out the seabed needle beside him. This set of undersea needles is extremely exquisitely cast, and the shape is strange, and it seems to the layman that it is not much different from the magic weapon. Boss Wang was a little relieved when he saw such professional equipment.

Xu Yicheng's hands touched the chime, closed his eyes slightly, and only opened them again after a while, with a solemn expression, as if he was very troubled. Boss Wang saw that his face was grim, so he asked anxiously what was going on.

Xu Yicheng picked up the copper chime and pointed the chime to Boss Wang: "Do you know what this line of Sanskrit is written?" Boss Wang said he didn't know. Xu Yicheng said: "This line of Sanskrit is called Fentuo Lihua, which means big white lotus. In the Buddhist scriptures, it is often said that Fen Tu Lihua is among people, which is similar to the red rabbit in Lu Buma among people. ”

"Isn't that auspicious? Why is it still a haunted woman? Boss Wang wondered.

"This Fentuolihua has the effect of suppressing evil spirits. The flag-headed woman that the lady saw was probably wronged, and she was trapped in the chime and was held by the big white lotus, and she struggled desperately at night, and she did not knock on the copper chime. Xu Yicheng said seriously. Similar rhetoric, Boss Wang has also heard monks and Taoist priests say that he will be suspicious. He asked for the solution, and Xu Yicheng raised a finger: "Today I can make this copper chime no longer disturb." However, if you want to completely resolve her grievances, you must be infiltrated with merit. ”

"Yes, yes, my wife often copies Buddhist scriptures." Boss Wang said.

Xu Yicheng shook his head: "Copying Buddhist scriptures is just piety, and practicing compassion is merit." As soon as Xu Yicheng said this, Liu Yiming and Huang Kewu knew what he was going to do again, and then looked at his expression like a master, and they all snickered.

Boss Wang is also a knowledgeable person, and immediately said: "I will go to donate another 500 oceans to the welfare home early tomorrow morning." Hurry up and do it. ”

Xu Yicheng nodded, picked out a small file from the needle under the sea, picked up the copper chime, filed it a few times, and put it back again. Boss Wang asked, is it over? Xu Yicheng said yes, it's done. Boss Wang was shocked, saying that there is no need to chant scriptures and draw talismans or something? Xu Yicheng laughed loudly: "Put down the file, and you can become a Buddha on the ground." The real good thing to do is not the length of time - it's half past ten tonight, just wait and see. ”

Seeing that he said it well, everyone will be suspicious, even Liu Yiming doesn't know what kind of medicine he sells in his gourd, a few rubs of a file can work? Isn't that too easy?

Boss Wang invited them to a family banquet in the evening, but everyone's minds were not here, only Xu Yicheng talked and laughed and was confident. At almost half past ten, everyone gathered at the door of the Buddha hall again, and listened carefully. As soon as the time passed, the copper chime was really silent, and there was no movement.

Boss Wang was overjoyed, and even praised Xu Yicheng as a living immortal. Yao Shenxing stood on the side, rubbing a copper seal hanging from his waist in his hand, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip water, he tossed for two days and found nothing, but Xu Yicheng solved it with two files. The most hateful thing is that I don't know how he did it. If this news reaches his family, won't it give him another extra point?

But Yao Shenxing's eyes rolled, and he put on a smile again, and praised Boss Wang's tone repeatedly, saying that my younger brother is gifted and has cultivated since he was a child, and he is the best at subduing demons and eliminating demons. Yao Shenxing has thought clearly, it is better to kill with a stick than to kill. If Xu Yicheng can be confirmed as a demon hunter, then there will be no threat to himself. No matter how defeated the family is, they will not choose a god stick to be the patriarch.

Xu Yicheng only explained lightly to these "praises": "I am not a Taoist priest, I studied archaeology at Tsinghua University." Everyone only thinks that he is modest, and then the word "archaeology" sounds mysterious, and it is also a method of cultivation.

Boss Wang invited several people from the five veins to go back to the front hall to drink tea, and then called a group of people in the family to wait in the Buddha hall to worship and thank the Bodhisattva for his kindness. Xu Yicheng sat on the Taishi chair, drinking the tea made by Mrs. Wang's own hands, leisurely. Liu Yiming leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Xu, what's going on?" "He doesn't believe in anything weird.

Xu Yicheng glanced at him obliquely, and lightly spit out four words: "Resonance principle." ”

Liu Yiming's eyes widened, and he didn't understand. Xu Yicheng said with a smile: "This matter has been done since ancient times, I am just painting a tiger from a cat." In the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Cao Shaokui, who had a monk friend, because the chime in the house always rang with the bell outside, he thought it was strange and was scared to get sick. Cao Shaokui took the file and filed it a few times, and the chime stopped ringing. He explained that because the bell and the chime happened to coincide with the rhythm, they resonated with each other. Just change its shape slightly, and as soon as the tone changes, the sound disappears. In modern scientific terms, it means that the frequencies of objects happen to be the same, resulting in resonance. ”

Liu Yiming said in surprise: "But there is no temple near here, and I haven't heard the bell." ”

Xu Yicheng raised a finger: "There is no bell, but there is something else, think about it carefully." Liu Yiming thought for a while, and suddenly said "ah": "Train? Xu Yicheng praised: "Yiming, your brain is really good." Exactly the train. It is located in Chongwen Gate, not far from the Beijing-Tianjin Railway. I just checked the timetable at school, and every night at half past ten, there is a train from Tianjin to Zhengyangmen Railway Station, which happens to pass by this neighborhood. The wheels of the train rolled on the tracks, and the sound was low, which matched the rhythm of the brass chime. ”

"Dare to love this copper chime is not a haunted woman, but a haunting train." Liu Yiming said with a smile.

Huang Kewu asked urgently: "What about the female ghost that Mrs. Xu saw?" ”

"That copper chime is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, slightly convex on both sides, and the candle shadow shines, isn't it a bit like a flag-headed woman? In fact, there is nothing to do in the world, mediocre people disturb themselves, how much trouble, it is nothing more than three words: think too much. Xu Yicheng glanced at Yao Shenxing meaningfully. The latter stood under the porch at this time, looking at the dark night with his hands in his hands, and did not say a word. Yao Shenxing didn't believe in strange powers, but he didn't understand how Xu Yicheng solved it, and he didn't want to show his cowardice, so he had to stand away and pretend to be deep.

The matter was over here, Xu Yicheng picked up the tea bowl and took another sip, took out a plain white handkerchief to wipe the corners of his mouth, and prepared to get up and leave. Just then, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. As soon as everyone looked up, they saw the steward of the Wang family carrying an old man with a white beard and went straight into the front hall.

Beijing is almost in ambush, and the old man is still wearing a silver rat skin jacket with pinched edges, and it seems that he can't withstand the slightest wind. His face is full of old skin and ravines, and there is a long silver-white braid on the back of his head, and his whole person is bent on his back, like a shrimp that is about to be dried, but those two eyes are very bright, like Hai Dongqing's eagle eyes.

The steward was very respectful to him, and called him a rich husband. When the old man entered the house, he said, "I heard that you have a bronze chime engraved with lotus flowers in your house, show it to me." The rich husband's voice was a little soft, but his tone was very tough. The steward was a little embarrassed, the old man was on crutches, and the steward was trembling, and hurriedly said that I would ask the master. After a while, Boss Wang hurriedly turned out and bowed to the end: "Rich husband, what kind of wind blew you so late?" ”

"I want to see that copper chime." The rich husband said. Boss Wang was worried that this chime was sealed and should not be moved lightly, but he was afraid of this old man, so he turned his attention to Xu Yicheng. Xu Yicheng nodded, indicating that it was okay. Boss Wang then instructed the servant to go to the Buddhist hall to fetch it, and he accompanied the rich husband to talk.

Xu Yicheng watched coldly from the sidelines. From his title to his style, this rich husband is like having been a eunuch in the palace, and his position is probably not low. After the abdication of the Qing Emperor, the eunuchs were also driven out of the palace. Some of these big eunuchs have the means, wealth, and connections, and they have switched to other industries, and they are still doing well. They exchanged voices and helped each other, and they became a force on the ground of the capital. In order to show their allegiance to the Qing family, these people did not cut their braids. This rich husband is probably one of them.

Soon the bronze chime was taken. Before the rich husband waited for Boss Wang to hand it over, he stepped forward and took it in his hand, took a look, and suddenly burst into tears. His cry stunned everyone in the front hall. Everyone only guessed that the old man was here to grab the treasure, but they didn't expect such a reaction. The rich husband held the copper chime in his arms, and his back couldn't help trembling, and he seemed to be very sad. Boss Wang persuaded for a while, and the rich husband stopped tears, hugged the copper chime with red eyes and asked, "This, where did this come from?" ”

Boss Wang thought badly, I don't know what happened to this copper chime, he hated this in his heart, for this copper chime, he was first locked up in the house and coerced and blackmailed 1,500 oceans, and then haunted the house and made the house uneasy, and now he has provoked a rich husband, nothing good!

Boss Wang briefly explained the ins and outs, and when the rich husband heard that there was a female ghost sealed inside, he glared at Xu Yicheng with an angry face: "It's just nonsense!" He said to Boss Wang: "I will give you twice the price." ”

Boss Wang hurriedly waved his hand and said that this treasure is not blessed, so I will give it to you. The rich husband waved his hand and said that I don't take advantage of you, and tomorrow you will send someone to my account room to pay the money.

He didn't allow Boss Wang to say anything more, and walked straight to the door with the copper chime. From beginning to end, the rich husband didn't look at the five veins. Everyone never expected that it would be such an inexplicable ending in the end, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Since the copper chime is no longer there, there is no point in staying here. Seeing that it was already past eleven o'clock, Xu Yicheng and Yao Shenxing got up to say goodbye, and left with Liu Yiming and Huang Kewu.

At this time, when the sky is approaching, the clouds cover the stars and the moon, and it is the heaviest time of the day. As soon as I got out of the royal house, it was dark in the alley, and I couldn't see my fingers. Only a paper lantern is hung at the door of the royal house, and the faint small light can only illuminate within one meter.

There is such a road from the royal house to the street, even if Yao Shenxing is reluctant, he has to go with Xu Yicheng. Liu Yiming followed behind the two of them, looking at the backs of the two with interest, not knowing what they were thinking. Huang Kewu's eyes widened, and he focused all his attention on his feet. The four of them walked forward in silence without saying a word. Soon the lanterns of the royal mansion were blown out behind him, and the whole alley seemed to be poured with a bowl of sticky pine ink, and suddenly it was completely plunged into darkness, and the high and low walls on both sides sandwiched a small alley like a tomb road. Occasionally, a wild cat galloped by, its eyes as bright as the phosphorus fire of a grave.

The four of them moved silently and walked for more than a hundred meters. Huang Kewu suddenly said "Huh", took a step forward, and shouted: "Who?!" ”

Among the four people, he is a practitioner, and his ears and eyes are more sensitive than others. Hearing Huang Kewu shout like this, the other three people also stopped and looked around vigilantly. To the left of Yao Shenxing, there was a sudden low creaking noise, which was continuous, as if something was rolling over the masonry road and gradually approaching. Yao Shenxing's face changed greatly, and he subconsciously dodged to the right, and happened to bump into Xu Yicheng. Xu Yicheng's figure flickered, stretched out his hand to support his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, it's a wheel." ”

At this moment, several large lanterns suddenly lit up. Only then did Yao Shenxing see that he was in front of a fork in an alley, with a way out in front of him and a road diagonally on the left. In the middle of the road was a rubber-wheeled gray wagon, and the creaking sound was the sound of rubber tires pressing against the road.

In front of the car, there are two high-headed jujube red horses, and the carriage is surrounded by blue curtains. On both sides of the carriage were two bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists, each carrying a freshly lit windproof bamboo bone rhubarb lantern in their hands, looking at the people here with expressionless faces.