Ye Mushen has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, but his kung fu is not very good.

Because, the people in the rivers and lakes need to use the ingenious kung fu of Qimen Dunjia to solve the problem, and he can solve it with silver.

However, at this moment, silver could not help him.

Fortunately, Ye Mu ginseng is agile and easy to climb trees.

He patted the dust off his body, and a cold chill came from all directions.

- This place is not haunted, is it?

The courtyard is littered with fallen leaves. Under the silver cold moonlight, the knife marks on the ground, on the trees, and on the steps were densely packed, with different shades, and the strange traces of Qin Tianjian pretending to be a ghost on weekdays could be faintly seen.

Ye Mushen was suspicious: Doesn't Tang Huaian have two loyal old servants? Why is it that only a few days after he died, this mansion has been abandoned like this?

After all, Ye Mushen has never had a good impression of Tang Huai'an - if it weren't for Tang Huai'an, his relationship with the emperor would not be as stiff as it is today.

As for how Tang Huai'an died, Ye Mushen was not interested in knowing.

What he was really interested in was the purpose of Ling Shangda's visit at night, as well as the mysterious person who had lost the head of the dragon.

After going around for a while, Ye Mushen finally found Ling Shang, the owner of the beauty shop, in a place that looked like a study.

The door of the room was wide open, the clear light was shining, and there was a three-foot-wide gossip array on the ground.

Ling Shang held the fire in one hand and meticulously swept every corner of the house, not knowing what he was looking for.

Another gust of autumn wind blew, and Ye Mushen shuddered.

"Is Boss Ling following a ghost?" Ye Mushen leaned lazily on the door, "The 'he' you said, is it still sealed in some ghost talisman by Tang Huai'an?" ”

Ling Shang stopped and turned to face Ye Mushen. He put his other hand behind his back and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"What are you looking for? I'll help you. Ye Mushen rolled up his sleeves and approached Ling Shang with a hearty smile, "This place is weird and gloomy, so you are not afraid that Tang Huai'an's ghost will not go away......"

"Shut up." Ling Shang came to the wall between the two bookcases, took a careful picture of the wall with a fire fold, and then reached out to touch the blank wall.

Ye Mushen took a closer look and said, "There is nothing on this wall, not even a sword to ward off evil spirits, what is there to see?" ”

Ling Shang didn't answer, and his slender hand tentatively pressed the blank space.

Ye Mushen turned around in place and said thoughtfully, "Also, things in this room are very messy, but this wall is ridiculously clean, isn't there some mystery......

Sure enough, Ling Shang didn't know what mechanism he pressed, only to hear a "bang", and a grid-shaped groove suddenly appeared on the blank wall.

Ye Mu Shen raised his eyebrows and teased his bangs handsomely, "Haha, I'll just say, the secret door or something, it's hard for me to laugh at the hall master......"

"Shut up." Ling Shang interrupted Ye Mu Shen again, took out a magnet the size of a copper coin from his waist, and made two strokes on the groove, and the wall of this small square shattered.

"This ......" Ye Mushen was a little shocked, "Boss Ling, your technique is even more ...... than the ninjas I saw in Dongying a year ago."

Ling Shang was impatient, and he didn't even want to say "shut up" anymore, and directly clicked on Ye Mushen's dumb hole.

Ye Mushen secretly thought: This blank wall was the most inconspicuous place in the house. But it was precisely because it was too clean that Ling Shang was suspicious.

From this point of view, Ling Shang's observation is still quite sharp.

There was only a disc and a tortoiseshell fragment in the hollow in the wall. Ye Mushen was not familiar with these things that the gods were chattering, but he also guessed that this disc was a hexagram.

As for the tortoiseshell fragment, it is estimated that it is not something made by mortals.

Ling Shang put these two items into his handkerchief and put them away, shook off the fire and prepared to leave.

Ye Mushen's dumb acupoint was not solved, so he hooked Ling Shang's shoulder, pointed to his throat, and asked him to solve the acupoint for himself.

Ling Shang shook his hand away in disgust, "There's no need to discuss. ”

Ye Mu Shen is going to faint again. With such vicious words, Ling Shang could actually say so beautifully...... I'm afraid this man is poisonous.

He didn't give in, he simply let go of his hand with brute force, and poked him in the shoulder and neck.

He said in his heart: I poked every place on my body, and I don't believe that I can't solve this dumb hole!

Ling Shang quickly reacted, and his icy and jade hands were teased by Ye Mushen again. He withdrew his hand in displeasure, "Don't come with you, you asked for it." ”

Ye Mushen's eyes widened, as if to retort: "Aren't I worried that you will meet a disciple in this wilderness?" ”

Ling Shang seemed to understand what he meant, and sneered, "Deng's disciple? I happen to have one in front of me. ”

Ye Mushen hurriedly shook his head in horror, and then grinned: Oh, manly man, don't be informal.

Ling Shang looked around the courtyard for a moment, then crouched down to check the sword marks on the ground and steps. He went under the tree again, frowning slightly and staring at the trunk.

Ye Mushen looked into his gaze and swallowed hard.

I saw a circular hole the size of a fist in the trunk of the tree.

Above the hole, there is a black worm the size of a leech. The worm had been nailed to the trunk of a tree by a long needle, and it appeared to be dead.

Ye Mushen remembered what Ye Mujing said, those poor people with strange Gu in their bodies, when their bodies were found, their hearts were devoured by ten thousand ants, and there was only one hole left.

But does this old locust tree also have a heart......

And...... What about the ten thousand ants?

Ye Mushen's scalp was numb, and he hid behind Ling Shang and gently tugged at his sleeve.

Ling Shang shook off Ye Mushen's hand, "It's dead, there's nothing to be afraid of." ”

He muttered to himself, "It's still changing......

Ye Mushen took a deep breath and walked towards the trunk of the tree. He reached out to pull out the silver needle, but was grabbed by Ling Shang when he was half a millimeter away from the end of the needle.

"Poisonous, are you looking for death?"

Ye Mushen's eyes were bent into crescent moons, and he smiled at Ling Shang, as if to say, "Isn't there still you, the great divine doctor?" ”

He bent down to take a closer look at the hole in the trunk of the tree, and in a flash of inspiration, he reached into Ling Shang's robe.

Ling Shang obviously didn't expect Ye Mu to make such a frivolous move, and released a silver needle aimed at his shoulder.

Ye Mushen sadly found that the hand he had landed in Ling Shang's shirt instantly lost consciousness. He wanted to cry without tears, and he wanted to defend but couldn't say a word.

Ling Shang glanced at the hole in the tree again, and immediately understood that he seemed to be mistaken.

He pursed his thin lips, pulled his hand out of his shirt, and untied the needle for him, "If you want to take the hexagram plate, say it directly." ”

Ye Mushen pointed to his throat aggrievedly, blinking innocently.

The corners of Ling Shang's mouth twitched slightly, and he was reluctant to even solve the dumb hole for him, and at the end, he stuffed a red pill into his mouth, which overflowed with fragrance in his mouth.

"Ouch, my Boss Ling, it's suffocating me!" Ye Mushen stroked his throat, "My voice is so good, ordinary people can't hear me say so much......"

Ling Shang glanced at him faintly, "Do you want to be dumb again?" ”

Ye Mushen was immediately silenced. He rubbed his almost ruined arm and watched as Ling Shang placed the disc he had just found from Tang Huai'an's study in front of the hole.

The size is just right.

"I'll just say, this insect just gnaws people's hearts, where does the tree have any heart for it to gnaw?" Ye Mushen raised his eyebrows proudly, "I guess, you saved Brother Jing that day, and Tang Huai'an took out the disc that was originally hidden in the trunk and hid it in the study. ”

"Impossible." Ling Shang coldly denied.

"Uh...... Isn't that so? Ye Mushen asked with an embarrassed smile.

In front of Ling Shang, his self-confidence was always ruthlessly trampled on.

"There are two hexagrams." Ling Shang groaned, "The one hidden in the tree has already been taken away by someone first. ”