It was almost noon when they left Boss Xing's house, and the three of them found a tavern general to have a meal, and then went back to the inn to discuss the current progress.

"Boss Xing's grandfather witnessed the man in black coming to the pigsty, and the pigsty was left untended into a waste grassland at this time, and the bones of the violinist were found in this grass, so ......" Heng Gu leaned over to Linghua, "It was Boss Xing's grandfather who saw the murderer come to bury the body, right?"

Linghua rubbed Heng Gu's forehead with his fingertips: "How did you become so smart?"

Heng Gu proudly picked up his hand and tapped Linghua's shoulder with his shoulder: "I was originally very smart, you didn't find out early in the morning, otherwise why would you take me with you."

"Yes, you're already smart, but now you're smarter, I'm afraid you'll surpass me one day." She stroked the broken hair on Henggu's forehead, but what she was thinking about was serious, "If Boss Xing is not the murderer, then the only candidate is Zheng Leshi."

She lifted Henggu's face and looked into the young man's black and white eyes: "Do you think the murderer is him?"

He wrinkled his nose and thought, "I have never understood that there are so many places in Peach Blossom Village where corpses can be buried, why did you choose the pigsty, is it because it smells?"

Linghua also frowned suspiciously: "If you want to bury the corpse, wouldn't it be better to bury it at the foot of the mountain behind Master Liuqin's residence, where there are few people, and no one will pay attention to what changes will occur at the foot of the mountain.

And the murderer should have spent a lot of time and passed by many houses with the trouble of transferring the body, so why didn't anyone be alarmed along the way?

Cheng Leshi has always been in good health, and it is not impossible for him to drag the body of Liu Qinshi to the butcher's shop......

Linghua took out the transmission note: "No matter what, tell them Boss Xing's clues first, and see what they say."

Ning Suhe silently handed the pen to Linghua, turned his head and muttered quietly: "Alas, being a transparent person again, it's really boring to be with a couple."

Ghost Domain.

The round of jade plates hanging in the sky seemed to be a little brighter, and Cheng Hengchuan stayed awake all night, staring at the blood mist in the sky gathering and dispersing.

The woman on her shoulder was still asleep, breathing heavily, and she was sleeping soundly in such a gloomy place as if she had no thoughts.

But Cheng Hengchuan couldn't sleep, he witnessed the strange image of the ghost domain, and watched the diffuse mist erode the color here little by little.

The mist crept up the walls like vines in the dark red moonlight, erecting its sharp fangs and opening its bloody jaws to swallow all the colors into its belly.

He didn't know if there was something wrong with his eyes, and the ghost domain was like this, but what was certain was that everything in front of him was only black and white.

"Hmm......" The woman on her shoulder stretched her waist, hugged the person next to her and took two puffs, "It's so fragrant...... I really want to eat ......."

Cheng Hengchuan was hugged by such a gentle and lovely woman for the first time, and Bihu's body was as soft as a quilt that wrapped his body in winter, which made him can't help but get hot.

The heart is pounding.

The peach blossoms in the girl's hair exuded a burst of fragrance, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy, and raised his hand to slap himself.

Bihu was completely awakened by the crisp and loud voice, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Only...... There's a bug." He clapped his hands, "I killed you."

Bihu's round eyes were sleepy, and his head was stuck on his shoulder again: "Why is your face so red?"

Cheng Hengchuan was even more embarrassed, he wanted to explain but suddenly reacted: "Can you see the color?"

Bihu looked at him with sleepy eyes, and after looking around, he came to his senses completely, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Why is it all red?"

She looked at her clothes, "My clothes have turned red!"

"Why are you different from what I see?" Cheng Hengchuan became nervous, "There is no record of such a vision in the ghost domain, how can this be?"

Bihu only felt novel, touched this and that on the street, and turned around to comfort him, "Isn't it nice to see something different? That's how you know something new."

It looked like it was already dawning, and the streets were coming out one after another

Scattered people came, all of them yellow and thin, drifting like a straw in the breeze.

A tall, slender man walked directly in front of Bihu, and the man's blank gaze turned mechanically to stare at Bihu's face, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Sensing the threat almost instinctively, she raised her hand and instantly burst out of her spiritual power, knocking the man three feet away. The man flew up and fell like a leaf, and the petals scattered a bone and a human skin.

The person next to him where he fell was stunned, and for a moment he squatted down to help him put the bones together: "Your old bones have fallen apart again."

The bones in a pile of clothes on the ground said, "Yes, this girl has so many hands, and she doesn't know whose child it is, and she doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young."

The bones were put together in three or two clicks, and the man stood up stiffly, straightened the skin and clothes hanging on his body, and walked towards Bihu angrily: "Whose child are you, are you a new death? I don't know if our old bones are untouched?"

Cheng Hengchuan stood in front of Bihu and said respectfully: "We are new here, we don't understand the rules here, and we are very sorry for bumping into you."

The man stroked his skin inch by inch, and the shriveled skin gradually closed with the bones along the palms of his hands, and changed back to his emaciated appearance.

"New here? It's really weird, there are all old bones here that have been dead for not a hundred years but seventy or eighty years, how can there be such a new one?"

The man's words aroused the interest of the people of the ghost realm, and they gathered around me word by word.

"Ouch, the new clothes look like this."

"It's been a long time since I've seen a young man, and this face is just different from us......

Bihu showed his face from Cheng Hengchuan's shoulder, and when he saw that the onlookers were all looking the same dry appearance, he asked, "Aren't there any living people here?"

"The living? Who can get here? You're dead when you get here!"

He's dead?

Bihu's heart was half cold. Just walked out of the Green Lake, and died before you could see what the world was like?

She looked down at her body and squeezed her hand again, "I don't believe it! I can't die!"

"How is it impossible, how can an immortal fall into the ghost domain, even if a living person comes, this yin qi is so heavy, and if you don't die, you will die."

Her breath became short, a faint green fire was already burning in her eyes, and her palms gathered spiritual power uncontrollably: "It must be that Liuqin Master! Why do we want to help him, why drag me into the water!"

Cheng Hengchuan heard Bihu's displeasure and asked the crowd, "Do you seniors know where the Liuqin master is?"

"He's probably drinking in his yard." The man pointed him in the direction, "He locks himself in his room every day, and when he goes out, he comes out to buy alcohol and drink, and he really doesn't know what to live by."

"That's right, I play the piano all day long, and I don't come out to find a job to do it, and my son is richer than him when he goes to work at the age of thirteen."

The more Bihu listened, the more angry he became, and he raised his legs and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Liu Fuchao's courtyard is in good condition at the moment, and a small open space is enclosed by a fence outside the courtyard, and some vegetables and flowers are planted in the field, all of which have withered without exception.

The door of the house was closed, but the beautiful sound of the piano could be heard from inside, as well as the monologue of Liu Fuchao.

"Who says I'm a great musician? Not a single person listened! I'm playing the piano, why don't you come and listen?" With that, he frantically plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano rushed into waves of turbulent waves.

"The world says I'm crazy, and I laugh at others who can't see through it! The piano is me, I am the piano, why should I live on those nothingness?" He plucked a string and let out a dry trill, "I never live for anyone else! I never want to work for others! But no one understands......" ap.

There was a sound of things breaking in the room: "Only the piano understands me, but no one understands my piano!" Bitter! It's bitter!"

Bihu listened for a long time, and her anger slowly subsided a lot, and she approached Cheng Hengchuan and asked, "Master Liuqin seems to be very distressed."

Cheng Hengchuan seemed to understand Liu very well

Fu Chao's mentality explained: "A musician like Liuqin Master has a lot of arrogance and disdains to be polluted with vulgar dust."

"That is, he is only willing to play the piano, and he wants money to fall from the sky to give him?" Bihu snorted disdainfully, "Isn't this the ...... Do you think you're tall and big?"

Cheng Hengchuan smiled knowingly: "You want to say that he thinks highly of himself?"

Bihu blinked and thought about it, then bit his lip and laughed, "Looks like that."

His gaze slid over the small mouth of the cherry that had been bitten by Bihu's shell teeth, and he unconsciously fell into those eyes as deep as the lake, until Bihu tilted his head to look at him and proposed, "Let's go in and have a look", then he came back to his senses and said, "Okay, go in and have a look."

After knocking on the door for a long time and no one answered, Cheng Hengchuan pushed the door open with a "faux pas", and an extremely pungent smell of wine pierced every cell of him like a thorn on a cactus.

The humble hut was littered with overturned wine jugs, a simple haystack was built on the floor to make a bed, and the walls were covered with all kinds of pianos. He didn't know how to play the piano, but he knew that any one of them would be enough for him to eat for a few years.

Liu Fuchao fell on the side of the piano, all the empty wine jugs at his feet, and there was a broken wine jug not far in front of him, sprinkling wine all over the ground.

Bihu was just about to step forward to call him, but Liu Fuchao raised his head, and his phoenix eyes were mixed with godlessness and hopelessness, so he looked at the two silently. After a while, he said, "You are here."

Bihu's expression became unnatural.

In her blood-red world, the face of the person in front of her was like a huge lotus mist that had been cut in half, and the flesh inside was naked/naked/naked in the air, and the hot water emitted pink heat.

She looked back at Cheng Hengchuan again, but his face was normal. She silently hid this strange scene in her heart and didn't say it.

"Master Liuqin, did you want to see us in person when you brought us to the Ghost Domain?" He said humbly.

Liu Fuchao smoothed his long hair behind him, staggered up and walked to Bihu to hold his right head, and burst into tears: "Help me, bring me back, I don't want to stay in the pigsty, this is the biggest humiliation to my personality!" Bring me back!"

Cheng Hengchuan's gaze moved to his complete right head, and he reassured, "Let's go and bring your body back, don't worry."

Liu Fuchao grunted like boiling water in his throat when he heard the promise: "I'm coming back......

The two hurriedly walked out of the yard to Xing's butcher shop, and at this time, there was an endless stream of old people and children at the door of the butcher shop, all holding a stack of paper money in their hands and huddled together and shouting: "I want a stubble, not a second stubble!"

Boss Xing's grandfather was very busy, constantly taking out new goods from under the board to put them away, and said loudly, "There are only two stubbles! The stubble is sold out!"

Bihu said blankly, "What is a head plug?"

Cheng Hengchuan's face had changed, and he walked to the top of the shop to look inside, where Grandfather Xing was taking out white candles one after another from the bamboo basket and placing them on the board.

He hurriedly pulled Bihu towards the pigsty, the original pigsty no longer existed, and the land was planted with dense white candles, each of which grew like rice seedlings, high and low, and scattered.

Grandfather Xing shouted again, "Now there are only new seedlings left!"

The thin ghost took out a thick wad of dark coins and put it on the table: "Miao too! I'm going to starve!"

Grandfather Xing accepted the paper money, ran to the field with a sickle to cut the next candle seedlings and put them in the basket, and gave them all to the ghost: "The new stubble will take at least three months, don't come recently, and there will be no come."

The ghost happily took the last candle and walked away.

Bihu and Cheng Hengchuan both stood in place stunned, has everything changed when they reach the ghost domain? So if Liu Fuchao here is not dead, will there still be a corpse in the butcher shop?

At this moment, the transmission note lit up, which was a clue from Linghua to the Xing family. Cheng Hengchuan read the news and suddenly thought of a possibility-

"Do you want them to do this?"