At that time, the transmission note that he agreed to leave behind with a soft heart has now become the key to breaking the game. Linghua looked at the information on the rune paper and fell into deep thought, the ghost domain should be a confined space, why is the transmission note so useful?

The transmission note is only one of all the charms of Qingyoumen, and it is not like the heart mirror that can cross time, so from this point of view, he is still in the same time as them, but Cheng Hengchuan and Bihu are locked in a hidden space, and there is no way to see them in the real world.

I didn't expect that the most basic spell of Qingyou Gate would be untied this knot. And does this mean that the ghost domain is not invulnerable, but the predecessors did not find the right way?

Linghua put away the rune paper and took Henggu to the butcher shop in a hurry.

The tile house quietly collapsed in half, and there was no one inside, and the whereabouts of Xie Qianyun and Chu Chunxi were unknown.

A pit had been blasted out of the deserted clearing, and inside the pit was a pile of bones that had broken into pieces that seemed to turn to ashes if they were touched.

Linghua stepped forward to carefully observe the place where the bone was broken, the section was flat, and there were several marks near the truncated place.

"Henggu, come and see." She beckoned, pointing to the fracture, "The fracture of the bone is a little strange."

Heng Gu's fingertips were aimed at the broken bone, and the bone slowly rose and floated in the air. He looked at the fracture and said, "It doesn't seem to be a natural fracture, and it doesn't look like a fracture."

Linghua stared at the broken bone: "It was cut off."

She picked out another broken bone and put it in the air, putting the sections together. The cut was the same level, but the new one had no scratches.

"It looks like the lyreist's body has been cut off into several knots and buried here." Linghua's hand touched his big arm, "Why do you do this?"

"The murderer hated Liuqin Master so much that he wanted to cut him into several pieces." Heng Gu got goosebumps, wrinkled his nose and sighed, "There is no corpse to die, it's really miserable."

"It could also be to facilitate the transfer of the body." Linghua looked in the direction of Liu Fu's house, "According to Master Zheng Le, there is a lot of blood in Liu Qinshi's house, and it can all be the place where the crime occurred.

It was a laborious journey from the middle of the mountain to the butcher's shop in the center of the village. If you divide the body into several sections, it will be much easier to transport."

Heng Gu covered his mouth and felt chills all over his body: "Master Zheng's heart is too ruthless, he is so heavy on his former confidant, in vain that he still has the face to mention Liuqin Master!"

Linghua said, "No matter what, let's send back the bones of Master Liuqin first."

Heng Gu raised his hand, and the broken bones floated in the air, and Linghua wrapped the prepared long cloth around these bones that could not be distinguished, and brought them to the remote courtyard of Liu Fuchao.

The two of them returned to the dilapidated old mansion with broken bones, and the appearance of a decayed piano table could still be seen in the ruins, and Henggu put the burden on the table: "Master Liuqin, we brought you back."

Suddenly, there was a burst of fragrance, and the peach blossoms fell like snow petals, as if someone had overturned the flower basket in the sky and scattered countless fragrances in the world.

In a trance, it seemed that there was a person sitting at the piano table, his sleeves were breezy and polite, his long hair was casually hanging on his shoulders, and he took a deep breath and began to play.

The song is very familiar, and it was played on the day Bihu and Cheng Hengchuan trapped in the ghost domain. Linghua's heart was raised, it was the blue sky and the white sun, and Liu Fuchao was able to show a ghost in broad daylight, I don't know how strong his strength is.

The peach blossoms are getting bigger and bigger, almost blocking all the sight of the two, and Linghua is about to condense the falling petals, when the sound of the piano stops abruptly.

The petal rain also became sparse.

Falling flowers spread over the barren land, and the whole world turned into a dreamy and gentle pink, and on top of the pink stood a large tree full of peach blossoms and a tombstone, in front of which a skeleton stood with its hands in its hands.

He was missing a piece of his right brain, and as if he was afraid that his ugly face would scare them, he didn't look back, but kept looking at the falling peach blossoms and muttered, "I want to see Zheng Youkang and ask him why, why did he do this......

Henggu immediately replied, "I was about to ask him, too! Bring him here!"

"No!" The skeleton lowered its head and covered its hand, "The way I look

I can't play anymore, I don't want to see people like this!"

Heng Gu's heart was horizontal, his eyes were closed, and he patted his chest and said, "You are possessed by me, I want to see what Master Zheng Le says."

Linghua stopped him with a hurried expression: "Don't do this! Being possessed by a demon will damage your own yang energy, and I will find something that Liu Qin Master can possess."

Heng Gu said, "Don't worry, you also know that I was born with divine bones, and mere ghosts will not cause any damage to me."

He beckoned to Liu Fuchao: "Master Liuqin, I only lend you an hour, are you willing or not?"

The skeleton trembled and nodded, "I'm naturally willing, don't worry, I won't do anything out of line."

Heng Gu nodded briskly and said, "Okay, this is a gentleman's agreement, if you break the agreement, I have the ability to scatter your soul, and I will never be reincarnated."

In a moment, Liu Fuchao's skull was close at hand, and even if he had no skin or flesh, he could see his hope in the dark hollow. The broken and barely put together arm stretched out towards Henggu, and the next second the skeleton walked into Henggu's body.

Seeing the situation, Linghua followed behind them, and without a trace, he took out the transmission note to write down the situation at the moment with spiritual power.

The golden handwriting broke away from the rune paper and flew in the direction of the wind into an unknown distance, as if it had passed through the light, through the scene, and fell into the darkness.

The sky and the ground are divided into two in the same space with the earth as the line, the ground is the bright reality of Peach Blossom Village, and the underground is the dark and unnoticed Peach Blossom Ghost Domain.

The handwriting fell from the sky and fell onto the yellow rune paper of Cheng Hengchuan. When he looked up, he felt as if something had changed in the foggy sky, but he didn't know exactly what had changed.

"It's back! It's back!" Liu Fuchao, who was full of alcohol, touched his arm and then his ribs, almost crying with joy, "It's been nearly eighty years, I have bones, my bones are back!"

He looked at the two young men in front of him who were suspicious, and sat down excitedly to stroke the strings: "Thank you so much, listening to me play a song is a thank you gift."

Cheng Hengchuan was too thin to refuse, but Bihu had no intention of continuing to watch this lotus mist playing the piano with only half of his head missing, so he refused and said, "Master Liuqin, we also have questions I want to ask you."

Liu Fuchao plucked the strings to himself: "If you have any questions, ask them again after listening to the piano."

Bihu didn't eat him, and asked directly, "Did Master Zheng Le kill you?"

The strings snapped, and the joy faded from the pianist's face, and he almost collapsed to overturn the table with all his might, and the guqin tumbled on its side and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound to form an eerie and miserable tune.

Long, dark hair covered his face, and the luthier spoke in a hoarse voice about what had been hidden for nearly a hundred years: "I've always wanted to ask him why.

I have always regarded him as a confidant, and no one in my heart can surpass him. He understands me, he pities me, he listens to me, he knows everything about me! My pride, my talent, my piano sound! Except for him, no one understands.

But why, why break with me...... I'm going to ask him, and I'm going to ask him personally!"

"What do you want to ask him?" Heng Gu spoke to Liu Fuchao in his body, "What is it that makes you risk losing your soul and also send a wisp of lonely soul to Zheng Leshi?"

"Zheng Youkang owes me, he said that he would always understand me, but he broke his word." A wisp of Liu Fuchao's soul lodged in a corner of Zhihai, and he curled up like an abandoned bride as resentful and helpless, "I just drank a little wine that day, and he quarreled with me, but I was so drunk that I didn't remember what I quarreled with him, I only heard him say, "Never come to see me again."

"I hate, I resent, I'm afraid." Liu Fuchao of the Ghost Domain knelt on the ground and stroked the broken strings, "I'm afraid that my relationship with Brother Kang will be so broken that it can't be recovered, and I'm even more afraid to know that he really killed me."

"Don't you know who the murderer is?" Cheng Hengchuan asked.

"I don't know, I don't know anything." The skeleton in the sea of knowledge lowered its head and continued, "I drank so much wine that day that I was so drunk that I woke up in the Netherworld. Passing by the Lethe River,

The water reflected my appearance, and I realized that a piece of my right brain was missing.

I ran to ask Meng Po, and then I asked Yin Cha how he died. I heard that I was afraid that I was hit in the brain by a sharp weapon, otherwise I wouldn't have died in such a terrible state."

Heng Gu wondered, "You should have been reincarnated, why did you fall into the Ghost Realm again?"

"This ......" Liu Fuchao was just about to answer, when he saw the gate of the Zheng family through Henggu's eyes, he sighed, "It's been so long, his family is still like this, it hasn't changed, I don't know how Brother Kang is now."

He ran eagerly to the door, knocked on the door, and it was still the sixty-year-old man who opened the door.

"Zheng Jing?" Liu Fuchao called familiarly, "You've become like this."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and blocked Henggu's way in surprise, "Who is Your Excellency, and why do you know the old man's name?"

Heng Gu pointed to himself with tears in his eyes: "I am Liu Fuchao."

The old man slammed the door shut in fright, turned around and shouted, "Haunted, sir, haunted!"

And Liu Fuchao's heart was half cold, wiped the tears in his eyes, and patted the door and shouted, "Are you ashamed of me so afraid? Since you feel sorry for me, come out to see me!"

In the middle of the day, the door opened, and the old man trembled and let Liu Fuchao in, while Zheng Youkang was sitting directly opposite the gate, holding a cane and waiting for his old friend to enter the door.

Liu Fuchao was timid. He controlled Henggu's legs and trembled slightly, just looked at Zheng Youkang's old face from a distance, turned back to Linghua and said, "Otherwise, let's go back."

"Brother Liu, more than seventy years ago, it was me who was not good, I'm sorry."

He heard Zheng Youkang's coarse grit grinding voice full of sincere apology: "I hurt you, if I hadn't quarreled with you, there would have been no follow-up incidents, and you wouldn't have to die Huangquan, it's my fault......

All the violinist's bones had turned into powder at this moment, "Did you really do it? In vain, I called you a generous brother, how could you do this to me!!"

Two lines of tears flowed down the musician's time-streaked face, and he didn't answer the question, just repeated, "It's my fault, it's my fault......

"So what happened on the day of the crime?" Linghua frowned and asked.

Zheng Youkang looked at his hands and suddenly cried bitterly: "It's my hands that pushed Brother Liu into hell!"