Zhao Wu inadvertently looked up along Wang Baoren's hand. It didn't matter what I saw, a buzzing sound in my head, a creaking sound, rang in my ears again. Because the shopkeeper Wang who was lying on the spiritual bed was staring at Zhao Wu with his eyes wide open, gritting his teeth.

Zhao Wu wanted to shout, but his eyes seemed to be sucked in, staring closely at the cloudy, pale eyes of the Wang shopkeeper, who were about to protrude from his sockets, his heart was pounding rapidly, and his consciousness gradually began to blur.

"Uncle Zhao! Uncle Zhao! Wang Baoren's voice sounded in his ears, and for some reason, Shopkeeper Wang immediately closed his eyes, and Zhao Wucai finally regained some consciousness and began to gasp for breath.

"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Wang Baoren looked at the shopkeeper Wang, who looked serene, and then at Zhao Wu, who seemed to be frightened, and really didn't understand what Zhao Wu was like.

Zhao Wu hurriedly waved his hand at him, and the cloudy and pale eyes of the shopkeeper Wang were still in his mind. What's going on? What the hell is going on!

Zhao Wu couldn't help but start thinking about what happened during this time. It has been more than a month since Li You fell into the Gaotao grave. Since that day, Zhao Wu has always felt that someone is following him, and he always feels that someone is whispering in his ears, coupled with the nightmare of the previous few days, the scratches on the door, and today's encounter, all of this makes Zhao Wu's heart empty.

Is it really a ghost? Thinking of this, Zhao Wu couldn't stay any longer. Based on past experience, this can be busy until the second half of the night. When the time comes, if he encounters any evil things again, this life may really be explained.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wu turned to face Wang Baoren. "Virtuous nephew, today..." "Uncle Zhao, there are still two vases in my house, my father said that they were given by Emperor Xuanzong back then, you can help me take a look at them." "Good!" When Zhao Wu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he swallowed back the words that came to his lips. After seeing the wrench just now, Zhao Wu was sure that these two vases must also be worth a lot.

Zhao Wu followed Wang Baoren into the inner room. "Uncle Zhao, you wait for me here." Wang Baoren said, walked to the wall on the left side of the inner room, and after opening the curtain on the wall, a door appeared on the wall. Wang Baoren took out a bunch of keys, picked out one and opened the door, and walked in.

Wang Baoren stood in the inner room, peeking at the door on the wall, feeling as if he had been scratched by a cat. Needless to say, inside this door must be the treasury where the king's treasures are hidden. Thinking of what Zhao Guang had said, Zhao Wu couldn't help but start thinking about it, feeling that this warehouse must be full of rare treasures. No, anyway, we have to find a way to get in and have a look!

Just when Zhao Wu was secretly calculating, Wang Baoren walked out of the house carrying a wooden box. When Zhao Wu saw it, he wanted to come forward to help, but Wang Baoren hurriedly waved his hand and refused, and immediately turned around and closed the door. This made Zhao Wu more sure of his thoughts.

Wang Baoren brought the box to the table, carefully placed it on the table, took out the key again, and opened the wooden box. "Uncle Zhao, can you help your little nephew take a look, are these two vases okay?"

The two vases look exactly the same, and both are white porcelain vases. Zhao Wu took out one of them and put it in his hand to observe it carefully. This vase has a delicate fetal quality, uniform glaze layer, thick and moist, looks like ice and jade, and is actually the most prestigious porcelain of the Yue kiln in the official kiln. Zhao Wu's saliva was about to flow out. With such two treasures, why bother to open a tavern, this Wang shopkeeper is really stupid.

"Well, that's good!" Although Zhao Wu was already happy in his heart, he remained silent on the surface. "If there are these two bottles again, then the shopkeeper will be able to smile at Jiuquan." "Great." Wang Baoren breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately took the vase from Zhao Wu's hand and carefully put it back.

"Uncle Zhao, with you by my side, I will be down-to-earth." Wang Baoren looked at Zhao Wu with a grateful face, and Zhao Wu hurriedly waved his hand. "I'm good friends with your father, and that's what I'm supposed to do." "Uncle Zhao, you wait for me outside the door, I'll go to you after I collect my things." "Okay." Although Zhao Wu was a little reluctant, in broad daylight, he had to walk out stupidly.

After a while, Wang Baoren walked out of the inner room and came to Zhao Wu's side. "Uncle Zhao, you can take this silver for a cup of tea, and the little nephew will definitely thank you again afterwards!" Wang Baoren stuffed two taels of silver into Zhao Wu's hand, and Zhao Wu was not polite, and directly put it into his arms. "Hehe, virtuous nephew, this white affair is wrapped up in me, and it will definitely make the shopkeeper Wang go beautifully." At this time, Zhao Wu was already obsessed with money, so he still had the intention of leaving.

About half an hour later, the relatives who had bought things rushed back one after another. Zhao Wu began to command everyone to set up tents, offer incense, hang couplets, and issue obituaries, and before he knew it, the night fell. At this time, Wang Baoren prepared wine and food in the guest room, and a group of relatives warmly retained Zhao Wu. Zhao Wu looked at the night outside, and the experience of this time came to his mind again, but because he was worried about the storehouse of the king's shopkeeper, he still stayed after all.

On the wine table, Wang Baoren and a group of their relatives toasted frequently, and Zhao Wu intended to get them drunk, not only did not refuse to come, but also took the initiative to return the salute. Before you know it, everyone at the table has drunk too much. Although Zhao Wu was also a little dizzy, he deliberately drank a few times during the banquet, and he still remained sober enough at the moment. When everyone fell asleep and fell asleep, Zhao Wu took the opportunity to help Wang Baoren and touched the bunch of keys in his arms.

It's finally here! Zhao Wu clutched the key tightly, walked out of the guest room, and hurriedly walked towards the main hall. Baby! A room full of babies! Zhao Wu looked excited, eager to get into the warehouse immediately and take all the treasures for himself.

At this moment, behind Zhao Wu, a red figure suddenly flashed over.

………

Zhao Wuxing rushed to the main hall, but standing in front of the main hall, he began to hesitate.

The main hall is where the mourning hall is located. At this time, the mourning hall was empty, the candlelight on the mourning hall was swaying, the couplings were fluttering, especially the white cloth covering the king's shopkeeper, which seemed to vibrate up and down together.

Zhao Wu couldn't help but think of what happened during the day. What to do? To go in or not to go in? Zhao Wu hesitated again and again, looked down and saw the key in his hand, and the house full of treasures appeared in his mind again, so he gritted his teeth fiercely and walked in with his legs raised.

Knock knock!

A rush of footsteps came from behind, and Zhao Wu hurriedly looked back. No! Nothing! Zhao Wu's heart thumped.

What's going on? Did you hear it wrong? Zhao Wu looked down at the key in his hand again, the delicate and smooth touch of the white porcelain bottle, and Wang Baoren's cautious attitude scratched Zhao Wu's heart again.

Just when Zhao Wu was hesitating, suddenly, Zhao Wu felt that someone was watching him. At this time, Zhao Wu still lowered his head, but he clearly felt that this gaze came from directly in front of him. What's straight ahead? Spiritual bed! What is on the bed? The remains of the king's shopkeeper!

The pale and cloudy eyes of the shopkeeper resurfaced in his mind. Zhao Wu only felt that his scalp was numb, all the hairs on his body stood up, and his heart was beating rapidly like boiling water. Zhao Wu gasped, mustered up the last shred of courage, and raised his head to look ahead.

Yes! Zhao Wu let out an exclamation and sat on the ground.

On the spiritual bed, the shopkeeper Wang propped up his upper body, opened a pair of pale, cloudy eyes, and was staring at himself through gritted teeth.

"Keys! Key! The voice of the old man, bitter and hollow, came from a deep cavern. Zhao Wu sat on the ground and watched as the shopkeeper moved his stiff body, struggling to tumble off the spiritual bed.

"Don't come here! Stay back! Zhao Wu shouted hysterically, but the shopkeeper Wang was already standing on the ground, stretching out a pair of dark brown and shriveled hands, and walked towards Zhao Wu step by step. Give it back to you! Give it back to you! Zhao Wu cried and threw the key out vigorously, then turned around and crawled out of the main hall, barely stood up, and ran forward as if dead.

Bang! Yes!

Zhao Wu felt something stumble under his feet, and the whole person fell to the ground. Zhao Wu hurriedly stood up and looked back in a panic.

In the mourning hall, the candlelight was still flickering and swinging, and the shopkeeper was still lying on the mourning bed, even the white cloth covered with it did not move at all. Zhao Wu gasped and looked ahead stupidly, his mind was already in a state of complete pause.

Tick! Tick!

At this moment, Zhao Wu felt that something was dripping on his head, so he subconsciously reached out to wipe it, and felt that the wipe was sticky in his hand, so he put it in front of him to check.

Blood! Blood in one hand!

Zhao Wu hurriedly turned around and looked up. A woman dressed in green clothes was standing in front of him with her head bowed. The woman had a golden hairpin on her head, and her long hair covered her entire face.

Women, blood, golden hairpins! Zhao Wu seemed to remember something, his mouth opened wider and wider, his face began to turn blue, a pair of eyes stared at the woman in front of him, and tears flowed down.

The woman looked up slowly. His face was stained with blood, his skull was sunken, and his brain was exposed. "It hurts! Hurt! The woman groaned in pain.

"I didn't mean to! Not on purpose! Zhao Wu's face was distorted, his eyes were glazed, and he repeated the same words in his mouth, and finally, he collapsed to the ground.

………

Zhao Fengshi couldn't sleep when he was lying on the bed.

When encountering white things before, Zhao Wu was usually busy until late, and occasionally did not come back. Every now and then, Zhao Fengshi would go back to his house to sleep. After all, they live in the opposite door, even if Zhao Wu comes back, he can go back at any time.

However, I don't know why, she always can't sleep well today, and always wants to go back to her house to see, it seems that there is someone waiting for her at home. After closing his eyes and trying for a while, he finally sat up.

"No, I'll have to go back and see." Zhao Fengshi got dressed, lit the lantern, and opened the door.

"Girl, in the middle of the night, why are you going?" Mother must have heard the noise and hurriedly asked. "I'm going to go home and see, I don't know why, my heart is not steady." Zhao Feng said as he walked out the door. "Wait, let your dad go with you! Old man, hurry up and get dressed! Her mother was worried about her safety, so she urged Zhao Feng's father.

Zhao Fengshi remembered the situation a few days ago, and he was still a little panicked, so he stopped and waited for his father.

A moment later, my father hurried out of the room, holding a wooden stick in his hand. Zhao Fengshi didn't say anything when he saw it, after all, it was late at night, and there was no harm in being careful.

The two walked out of the courtyard and came to the door of Zhao Wu's house. Zhao Fengshi handed the lantern to his father, and when he took out the key to open the door, he found that the door lock had been opened.

What's going on? Is it a thief?

"Father, the lock has been opened!" Zhao Fengshi hurriedly told his father, and when his father saw it, he handed back the lantern to Zhao Fengshi, kicked open the door with his foot, and rushed in with a wooden stick. Zhao Fengshi hurriedly followed.

When the two came to the main room, they vaguely saw a red figure squatting in front of the door, Zhao Fengshi chuckled in his heart, but her father did not hesitate at all, and rushed forward waving a wooden stick.

Bang! Bang! "Oops! Woooooooooo "Father, stop!" Zhao Fengshi felt that this voice was familiar, and hurriedly spoke to stop it. Zhao Feng's father also felt a little surprised, reached out and grabbed the man's clothes, and pulled them down. It turned out that the man was wearing a red cloak, and under the cloak was a child of seven or eight years old.

"Edamame?" Zhao Fengshi came to the front with a lantern and immediately recognized it. This person turned out to be Zhao Guang's son, whose nickname was Edamame. "Edamame! What are you doing! Zhao Fengshi stared at Edamame angrily and scolded loudly.

When Edamame heard it, he immediately stopped crying, and leaned against the door, as if to hide something, Zhao Fengshi pulled him away, and several bloody scratches suddenly appeared on Edamame's back. "You got this?" Zhao Fengshi questioned Edamame again.

"Hmm." Edamame lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

"Who told you to get it?" Although Zhao Fengshi was angry, the knots in his heart were solved.

"A man in red." Edamame looked up at Zhao Fengshi. "She gave me money and keys, said that my uncle was bold, and let me scare him."

Hearing this, Zhao Feng's nerves, which had been soothed, tensed up again.

Could it be that someone wants to harm Zhao Wu?