Leaving the Han house, and then walking west for about three miles, you will arrive at Jiuqu Village, there are a few old people sitting at the entrance of the village, playing chess around a stone table, enjoying a rare afternoon time, seeing a few people who look like officials coming over, several people hurriedly stood up and saluted, "My lord, the sun is very poisonous, do you want to come in and drink a glass of water." ”

Cheng Muyou and his entourage got off the horse, he walked in front, and also saluted back, "Old man, there is no need for water, we are here to inquire about something." ”

Several old men looked at each other, frowned and asked, "Our small village has been peaceful in recent years, I don't know what the adults are talking about here?" ”

"It's not a recent thing, what I want to ask about is the Han Zhai case nine years ago."

Hearing this, several people were stunned, "Han Fu? Han Zhiwon? ”

Cheng Muyou nodded heavily, and Yan Niang also stepped forward and looked at a few people intently.

The old man standing at the front swallowed his saliva and glanced to the east, from this point of view, the Han Mansion was no longer so magnificent, but more lonely and desolate.

"My lord, this case is known all over the country, I wonder what else you want to know?"

"What kind of person is the richest man Han Zhiyuan?"

"Although the wealth of the Han family only reached its peak in his lifetime, it was the result of several generations of accumulation." The old man sighed heavily, "It's a pity, even if the family has a lot of money, it didn't come to naught overnight." ”

"Old man, do you recognize him?"

"Who wouldn't know about such a person?"

"Such a person? How to say this. ”

Several old men smiled at each other and shook their heads, "Han Zhiyuan is heroic, generous, never hides wealth, in the past, every time there was a holiday, he would invite the whole village to his home, I don't know if the adults have been to the Han house, even now, the decorative buildings inside are still unbeatable, and the grand occasion at that time is not difficult to imagine." The floor is covered with a carpet inlaid with gold wire, and even the walls are covered with gold sheets as thin as cicada's wings, illuminating the interior with golden light. By the way, there is also the glass pavilion, it should still be there, this is built by Han Zhiyuan with a lot of money, for his new concubine Kang Yun. ”

"Kang Yun?"

"Yes, Kang Yun, she is a beautiful woman that Han Zhiyuan met in Goryeo when he went to sea by boat, I have also seen that girl, she is very tall, plump, and her face is even more gorgeous, the most rare thing is that she has fair skin, and it is said that there is no mole on her body, like a newly fallen first snow, so she is so loved by Han Zhiyuan."

Cheng Muyou was stunned, and the illusion he had just seen in the Han Mansion suddenly surged out in front of him, the woman in the green skirt, could it be Kang Yun?

"Old man, listening to you say this, Han Zhiyuan should be a person who likes to show off and be arrogant?" While he was meditating, Yan Niang interjected and asked.

The old man shook his head, "Insolence is true, but he is not a bad person, in a sense, he is the simplest person I have ever met." ”

"Simple?"

He was born in a wealthy family since he was a child, he has never experienced ups and downs, and he does not understand the world, his father died of illness when he was twenty years old, and handed over the huge family business to him. However, although he is good at business, he is not an arrogant person, he is generous, and he is also very generous to us folks, and he will send a heavy gift every New Year's holiday, and he is a good boy who does not forget his roots. With another heavy sigh, he said softly, "So after the Han family's accident, we are also very sad in our hearts." He is not a rich and unkind person, why did he end up ruined? ”

"Old man, let's talk about the day before the Han family's accident, it was the eve of Qingming Festival, and it is said that Han Zhiyuan burned thousands of paper horses......"

Hearing Yan Niang's question, the sadness in the old man's eyes gradually passed, and was replaced by fear that could not be hidden.

"Paper Horses......" he muttered, "yes, if he hadn't burned so many Paper Horses, maybe nothing would have happened." The old man stared, as if he was trapped in painful memories, unable to withdraw, just when Yan Niang wanted to remind him, he suddenly spoke again: "That night the wind was very strong, Han Jiazha's paper horse was placed on the wasteland in front of him, a whole five acres of land, the tail of the paper horse was connected to the tail, a little fire, it quickly burned, black smoke billowed out, and the moon was covered. The children in the village are clapping their hands, and you know, although the paper horse is burned as a sacrifice to the ancestors, it is just as fun for the little ones. However, as I said, the wind was very strong that night, but when the flames were burning, the direction of the wind suddenly changed, and the tongue of fire poked out, and suddenly burned the skirt of the Kang Yun girl who was standing in the front, but there were many maids in the Han Mansion, and the fire was quickly extinguished, but the clothes had already burned a big hole, and there was no way to wear them again. A mere piece of clothing is nothing to the Han family, but Miss Kang Yun seems to be sad, squatting on the ground and crying loudly, no one can persuade her, Han Zhiyuan coaxes and teases her, but it still doesn't work. Soon, a few young children cried with her, and the adults couldn't help but coax them, and they remembered the dead, and they cried one after another, and for a while, they were crying everywhere, which was completely different from the scene of the previous sacrifice. My grandson was not yet ten years old at the time, and he was also at the scene, but he didn't cry, but he pulled the corner of my clothes and wanted to leave, and asked him why, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything, until he got home, and told me that he thought those paper horses were very scary, and although his eyes couldn't move, they seemed to be able to look at people, and they were gloomy, and there seemed to be something unknown living in them. Speaking of this, he shuddered, but then shook his head again, "Of course I can't believe what the child said, but then I thought, did this Kang Yun girl have a premonition, so she cried for herself and for the more than 200 people of the Han family, she was actually crying and mourning." ”

After the story was told, Shi Jin sighed, "Is it so mysterious? When I was a child, I also tied paper horses at home, and they were also used to worship my ancestors, but I have never heard that paper horses can kill people. He was able to kill more than 200 lives overnight. ”

"Shhh, this official, you keep quiet, maybe this thing hasn't left yet, and it's not good to be heard by it."

The old man looked straight behind Shi Jin, and scared a strong man all over his body, "I said old man, did anyone really see the paper horse returning to Han's house that night?" ”