Ling Shang crushed the remaining thirteen jade Buddha beads one after another.

Inside each bead, there is a small note.

Pieced together, it is a complete game of gossip formation.

"...... this?" Ye Mu Shen is still puzzled.

"Zhou Bingyan once wanted to give me this pearl, saying that this is the most precious item of the Zhou family." Ling Shang said nonchalantly.

Ye Mushen knew that Zhou Yinchen, the merry man, had thoughts about Ling Shang.

But now I heard it from his mouth with my own ears, and it was still not very pleasant.

Even if he no longer had any feelings for Ling Shang, the feeling that the person he liked was coveted by others was quite bad.

"Hah...... Ha ......" Ye Mushen smiled awkwardly, "So now...... How can you be sure that these jumbled symbols will help us find ......?"

"Give it a try." Ling Shang silently wrote down the contents of the paper, smoothed the paper, and suppressed it with paper.

When the two finally opened the cellar door in the garden to the north, it was nearly noon.

When Ling Shang broke the formation, his brows were kept deep, and there was always a handful of hair between his lips, and he gently brushed it aside at this moment.

At that time, the cold winter sun fell on Ling Shang's angular face, and a shallow purple mist appeared under his deep eyes......

Ye Mushen was only worried that he was being illuminated by the sun, and he had the desire to embrace him in his arms.

But after all, he only watched quietly.

Before entering the cellar, Ling Shang stopped Ye Mushen, "I'll go down and have a look first." ”

Ye Mushen didn't have time to answer him, so Ling Shang turned on the fire fold and turned around to enter the cellar.

Ling Shang stopped again, took out a delicate jade bottle from his arms, and poured out a red pill in his palm.

"What's wrong?" Ye Mu Shen came to him.

"You take it first." Ling Shang handed over the pill.

"What is this?"

"The cellar is unventilated all year round, and incense burns...... It may be uncomfortable to go in first. Ling Shang replied as simply as possible.

He won't tell Ye Mu Shen that the ever-bright lamp in it burns all the incense he has prepared.

Of course, he couldn't go down to the cellar by himself first—Ye Mu Shen was his witness.

Ye Mushen took the pill, "Then why don't you take one?" ”

Ling Shang shook his head with a smile, "There is no poison that can hurt me." ”

Ye Mushen didn't think much about it, took the pill, and frowned because of the bitter taste, "Hey, I've taken all the medicine, so you don't have to go down first, right?" ”

"Okay." It is in the hands of Ling Shang.

Ling Shang took out the fire fold and illuminated the way of the stairs.

Ye Mushen secretly thought, this guy, there really seems to be nothing in the world that can stump him.

When he came to the ground, there was a moderate amount of fire on both sides of the narrow passage, and Ling Shang extinguished the fire.

In the opinion of Yamusen, the structure here is quite a bit of a shrine.

The two groped for a while in the small underground palace and came to the ancestral hall of the ancestors of the Zhou family.

It was terrifyingly quiet.

Ye Mu ginseng came to Zhou Hao's tablet, and his heart was mixed.

He clinged to Zhou Hao in order to find the person next to him.

Zhou Hao died inexplicably, so that he almost followed the funeral, but he also unexpectedly gained a dream that he didn't know how to face.

After the dream is shattered, reality becomes illusory again.

The real murderer who killed Zhou Hao is still at large.

Ye Mushen is not without suspicions in his heart, but he is not a chivalrous person after all, and he has no interest in punishing evil hoes and rapists.

- He already has enough burdens.

"What's wrong?" Ling Shang softly summoned him back to reality.

Ye Mushen shook his head, "This old man, his temper is a little weird. But to die a tragic death like his own birthday is really ......"

"Die a well-deserved death." Ling Shang answered coldly.