Wang Xiaohu didn't get many clues, the moment the fire burned, the fourteen-year-old Huang Shaoxing was so frightened that he turned around and ran, so he escaped, according to him, the fire was particularly large, and it instantly enveloped the entire Cultural Palace, the strange thing is that all the people who watched the play that night were burned to death, and burned to ashes, nothing was left, but the Cultural Palace did not suffer much loss, except for some wooden doors and windows with some burn marks, most of the others were intact.

The case of spontaneous combustion of the human body Wang Xiaohu and the house have checked a lot on the Internet, many people do not burn other things after burning, very bizarre, but spontaneous combustion can burn everyone to ashes, but do not burn items, but I have never heard of it, Wang Xiaohu's speculation Su Muqing must have been burned at the stake before his death, and he was hit with fire, but there were too many people with fire, and he didn't see anyone who became like this.

There are many types of fire, fire is one of the five elements, there is gas but no substance, it can live and kill all things, and the magic is endless. The ancients believed that there are two of the five elements of fire alone, and there is only one for the others. The so-called two means that fire is divided into yin fire and yang fire. There are three kinds of fire: heavenly fire, earth fire, and human fire, and there are four kinds of heavenly fire, five kinds of earth fire, and three kinds of human fire.

There are two kinds of heavenly fire; The sun, true fire; Star Spirit, Spitfire. There are two kinds of yin fire in the sky: dragon fire and thunder fire. There are three fires of the earth; The fire of drilling wood, the fire of hitting stones, the fire of gold. There are two kinds of yin fire in the earth: the fire of oil, the fire in the water, the yang fire of man, the fire of Bingdingjun, the yin fire of man, the fire of life, and the fire of samadhi. There are six types of yang fire and six types of yin fire, for a total of twelve types.

There are so many bell fires, what kind of fire is on Su Muqing's body, Wang Xiaohu doesn't know what kind of fire is on his body, it is estimated that Su Muqing also doesn't know what kind of fire is in the Cultural Palace, after all, they are all burned to death, and he is not a scientist. The most important clue is that he knows that Su Muqing's obsession should be related to the Zhongtong officer in Huang Shaoxing's mouth, but what is the relationship between the two? What's his name? Huang Shaoxing doesn't know the way, and it is estimated that the person who knows the way is long gone.

Wang Xiaohu had a headache, and there was no breakthrough in the investigation, so he decided to go and see it again in the evening, if he could communicate with Su Muqing, it would be the best, but judging from the situation last night, Su Muqing didn't know that he was no longer alive, and he was still in the state of her last play. This state is the most difficult to communicate, because interrupting her is equivalent to telling her that she is dead, and I am afraid that Su Muqing will suddenly become resentful after learning that she is no longer alive. Become a ghost.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't find out what she was obsessed with, Wang Xiaohu would never have been willing to do it. That's all it can be now. It's not in vain to investigate, at least when talking to him, he knows what to say.

This trip was too dangerous, Wang Xiaohu didn't let William Lin follow, prepared what he should prepare, and returned to the theater alone at half past nine. It was still Master Zhang who was guarding the door, Wang Xiaohu said hello, entered the screening room, and simply arranged a small formation beside him. Holding the copper coin handed down by the master in his hand, if Su Muqing really had a change, he could only accept it and talk about anything else.

Wang Xiaohu sat in the first row of the theater, covered the three fires on his body with a yellow charm, and opened his yin eyes again, waiting for Su Muqing to come on stage, although Wang Xiaohu is not afraid of ghosts, but he is also unwilling to provoke pollution, because one of the ghosts belongs to yin, yin and yang are different, yin and yang attract, living people can affect ghosts, ghosts can also affect living people, although it is okay, but bad luck for a period of time is inevitable.

Time passed little by little, the temperature of the theater suddenly dropped little by little, and as soon as the yin eyes opened, the first thing that caught my eye was a cloud of gray gas, and there were many kinds of ghosts, the bloody one was the most fierce, followed by black, and the gray one indicated that it was not a ghost, but seeing the gray aura turn into a human form little by little, Wang Xiaohu still had a shocking feeling. After all, he saw lifeless, disembodied, bloodless people, but these people began to come to life.

But this vividness is like an old black-and-white movie, or it still gives him an unreal feeling, time begins to turn back at this moment, and there are many lonely souls and wild ghosts floating in from the outside, these good brothers have all kinds of things, obviously attracted by the drama here, they were not burned to death back then, but all of that era, densely packed, almost occupying half of the theater position.

The theater is in a hazy state, all the objects are changing, and in an instant it has become an old stage, the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious, the rhythm of gongs and drums is beating, and under the dim light, Su Muqing is also dressed in that costume, slowly stepping onto the stage, every step, every gesture, is quite exquisite, under the long-sleeved wave, the singing is also an excerpt.

At this time, Wang Xiaohu's side was full of people who were also watching the play...... Wang Xiaohu's existence did not attract their attention, in fact, living people are easy to attract the attention of ghosts, but Wang Xiaohu covered the three yang fires on his body, in their eyes, it was the same as seeing an ordinary person of the same kind.

The excerpt is also sung a thousand times, the poignant and sad tune, almost made Wang Xiaohu burst into tears again, and he finally understood why Su Muqing could attract so many good brothers in the neighborhood as soon as he sang the opera, it was really good, Wang Xiaohu took a deep breath and told himself that he must be calm, and wait until the second fold and the time to change.

Wang Xiaohu's heart was very worried, afraid that the timing was not good, and it would be better to wake up Su Muqing, if the people who were burned to death were awakened, the obsession would be easy to resolve, if the resentment was transformed, a bad grasp, so many unjust souls, the disaster would be great.

While waiting, after singing the first fold, Su Muqing turned around, her figure became lighter, Wang Xiaohu took advantage of the fact that she hadn't sung the second fold, stood up gently, and said, "Su Muqing, who are you waiting for?" The Sanqing Bell in the left hand shook gently, and the technique of shaking the Sanqing Bell was one of the towns, and as soon as the bell rang, all the good brothers in the theater, whether they were in the past or who came in to watch the play, all seemed to have been immobilized, and their movements began to become slow.

Su Muqing was no exception, Wang Xiaohu clearly saw a hint of surprise on her face, Wang Xiaohu didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly recited the incantation, five yellow talismans floated up, surrounding him and Su Muqing, Su Muqing was in the circle of the Yellow Fu siege, and immediately returned to normal, she looked at Wang Xiaohu who walked in in a daze, at a loss.

What kind of woman is this, under the makeup, she looks at the country from a distance, but after Wang Xiaohu came to power, she clearly saw the wrinkles on her face, as well as the terrifying scar, although she applied fat powder, she still couldn't cover up the furrows on her skin, what did she experience?

Su Muqing's gaze was sluggish, there was no gloom, no resentment, only deep sadness and expectation, for a moment, Wang Xiaohu could hardly open his mouth to tell him the truth, but sometimes, cruelty is also a kind of compassion, after all, yin and yang are separated, people and ghosts have different paths, if it goes on like this, something will happen sooner or later, even if Wang Xiaohu doesn't come, there will be other people.

"You're dead, do you know what?" Wang Xiaohu's voice was soft, very soft, but it was like a thunderbolt in Su Muqing's ears, she couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at Wang Xiaohu in horror, and in an instant, the gray aura on her body turned thick, and quickly turned black at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

Wang Xiaohu was taken aback, and sure enough, when Su Muqing heard that he was dead, his resentment began to rise, and he hurriedly said: "Don't be resentful, life and death are life and wealth, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, tell me, I will help you complete it, just go." ”

Su Muqing looked outside and saw a lot of good brothers, and for a moment he seemed to recall a lot, his face was even whiter, but the black gas between his eyebrows was condensing little by little, his eyes became even more fierce, and he said sadly: "Go, I can't go, I promised him, I want to live and die with him, go to the Huangquan Road together, don't drink Meng Po soup, he didn't come, how can I go...... I can't go......"

Wang Xiaohu clasped the copper coin with his right hand, and said softly: "There is life and death, just like a flower blooming and falling, for sixty years, you are obsessed with this place, you don't know that you are dead, and you have brought trouble to the living, why bother?" I know that you have a desire in your heart and don't understand, you tell me, I helped you resolve it, and you will solve the grievances in this life, don't be resentful, incarnate as strong, heaven does not tolerate it, and the most bitter thing is your own ......"

Wang Xiaohu gently comforted, but the copper coin in his hand has been sweated by him, the copper coin in his hand is the inheritance of the Lingbao faction, used by the ancestors of the past dynasties, there is great mana, it is a piece of the Lingbao faction, the town house, the magic weapon, the magic weapon of good luck, not the magic weapon of catching evil spirits, nor is it the evil spirit, and the evil spirit is generally used with a copper sword. Because copper coins are relatively mild in nature, they can be used to form a group of people.

Wang Xiaohu's words are bitter, but he is still too tender, Su Muqing is different from the ordinary lonely soul and wild ghosts, most of the lonely souls and wild ghosts know that they are dead, and they wander in the world without resentment, although they have obsessions, but they are excessive, they will still choose to go on the right path, Su Muqing is different, she doesn't know that she is dead, when Wang Xiaohu woke her up, the lost sixty years seem to have been suddenly recovered.

It's like a person who goes to work every day and lives in his own world, but one day a man comes to him and tells him that you have been dead for 60 years, and he finds out that it is true, how do you think he will feel? It is bound to be shock, disbelief, and resentment is bound to rise.

Su Muqing was no exception, the instant awakening made her unbearable at all, a pair of eyes suddenly showed red bloodshots, staring at Wang Xiaohu tightly, a terrible voice sounded coldly: "Shen Haona? He didn't come for anything, I'm waiting for him, I'm waiting for him......" A pair of hands went and suddenly pinched Wang Xiaohu's neck.

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