When the night in Fuzhou gradually fell, Wang Yi was still sitting on the bookcase, with her hands clasped around her chest, her eyes staring at the Fuzhou chronicle that was opened on the desk, and after a long time, she still stayed on that page. Obviously, Wang Yi is not reading a book, but thinking about something.

He couldn't figure it out, first, in front of the strange courtyard he had entered, when he looked at the invitation handed in front of him, he couldn't see any words on the invitation. If there were no words, how would the woman know what was written on them, and how would she know who the person who made the invitation was?

Second, that courtyard is very large and luxurious, which can be compared with the secretary of this town government. What is the strange smell in that yard? Could it be that it is the smell of all the plants that are endemic to it?

This is not surprising in Taiping, where there are unique flowers and plants, such as the Wangchuan flower in Changzhou, which is a special case and has become a local symbol. It is possible that the local area of Fuzhou also has unique flowers and plants, if it is really the taste of plants, then this clue cannot be regarded as a clue.

Third, the ghost masks they wear inside. Ghosts are no strangers to Taiping and Xixuan, but they will be more common in Xixuan, after all, the Xu family there has a worship for ghosts. Fuzhou is close to Xixuan, and it is not surprising that it has some of these cultures. But in this matter, does it have anything to do with Xi Xuan? Maybe it is another conspiracy of Xi Xuan? If so, then it is not a good thing for Taiping.

Fourth, that is, what Wang Yi can't figure out the most. In the courtyard that day, it was obvious that he could feel the murderous aura coming from behind, but why were they able to get out of the courtyard safely? Could it be that they knew their identity? Don't kill him? And end the auction that hasn't started yet? If so, then their eyeliner should not be underestimated.

What is the purpose of this auction? Is it a rare treasure? Or is it something unspeakable?

These question marks paralyzed Wang Yi's thinking. He could feel the clues inside, but he felt powerless because of his new arrival. Even if I used the afternoon time to read almost all the books about Fuzhou in recent years, without exception, the books were all cut off at the time when the previous town government died, even if some were recorded intermittently later, but they were all innocuous things. Regarding the unknown of Fuzhou, Wang Yi can't figure out a good relationship at all.

Wang Yi sighed deeply, if those people really knew their identities, they would have temporarily ended the auction that had just started. There are two things that can be certain, the first is that the auction house must not be what they can know, and the second is that they must be secretly observing themselves, and in this case, they must have come into contact with themselves. As for what method to use, Wang Yi is looking forward to it.

There is no other way but to wait. Thinking of this, Wang Yi sighed again, closed the scroll, stood up, loosened his waist, looked at the night outside, and his brain should be relaxed after a hard day's work. Wang Yi walked to the freshly made bed.

I want to rest, but whatever, my mind is always driven to do one thing that must be done before going to bed. Wang Yi stopped and cast his gaze out the door.

The night in Fuzhou is very quiet, compared to the bustle of the night market in Anyang City, there are very few vendors on the road at night in Fuzhou, except for the inns along the street and some storefronts are lit up, other people are resting early.

Wang Liang held the lamp and walked towards Wang Yi's room, because in a courtyard, Wang Liang dragged an oil lamp and ran over, and as soon as he arrived not far away, he saw that the light in Wang Yi's room happened to be extinguished. Wang Liang thought that maybe his husband was resting, and he would wait until tomorrow to ask the question about the old horse and the carriage.

Reaching out to protect the oil lamp in the room, I wanted to walk back. When I passed by the gate of the courtyard, I suddenly saw a bright light shining from the other courtyard, that is, the courtyard where the town government had died before.

This look made Wang Liang tremble. He cursed secretly in his heart, who didn't close the door and let himself see this scene, should he go to see it or not? Wang Liang looked at Wang Yi's room where the lights were out. Swallowing hard, he motivated himself: "I'm a man." And then, with determination, trembling all over, he walked towards the courtyard. When I walked to the courtyard, I found the gate that had been locked, and I don't know when, the lock was opened. Wang Liang shuddered again, oh my God, it won't be haunted. Trembling with his hand, he pushed open a corner of the door, and the door creaked open. Wang Liang also saw it clearly, across the peach tree, the room inside seemed to have a little light, similar to the light of the oil lamp in his hand, and he vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure inside.

Yes. Wang Liang held back the screams that couldn't help but exclaim. It can't be that the ghost of the town has returned.

At this time, suddenly, under the moonlight, a black shadow on the ground attracted Wang Liang's attention. Let Wang Liang's scream that has not yet come out swallow back. Wang Liang turned his head and looked around. The yard is still a yard, the moonlight is still sprinkled on the ground, and the leaves are in the moonlight, casting their reflections. Did you read it wrong?

Wang Liang turned his head suspiciously, and just wanted to go back, but now, he really saw the black shadow.

Wang Liang's reaction was quite fast, he blew out the oil lamp in front of him, hid at the door, and looked at the black shadow through the crack in the door.

Wang Liang rubbed his eyes, he was sure that he was not mistaken.

Sure enough, after a while, two or three black shadows jumped down from the roof, and those black shadows were long and narrow, lying on their backs, and their hands hung down on their sides, looking very strange, like people with disjointed joints.

Wang Liang swallowed his saliva hard, fortunately he swallowed his saliva, otherwise the next scene would have made him open his mouth wide, and he couldn't slow down for a long time.

The three or four black-clothed figures, one of them reached out and opened the deadbolt that was locked from the inside, and the lock on the outside fell to the ground at some point.

The figure only opened a thigh-sized crack in the door, and it wasn't very big, but those figures passed through like this, like this.

Yes, like the bone shrinking exercise, first the arms, then the thighs, then the body, and the head, like a person without bones, shrank into it.

Wang Liang stuffed his fist into his mouth that couldn't be closed.

After seeing that the figures had completely entered the room, from the reflection of the lamplight, I saw that the three or four figures were torn apart by force.

Wang Liang was so frightened that his legs were weak, he took a few steps back, and suddenly bumped into a person, and Wang Liang, who couldn't restrain himself, finally screamed, but before he could speak, he was only covered by his mouth.

Wang Liang was desperate, was he going to die? Seeing the case of killing ghosts with foreign objects, was he going to die?