When it was dark, Chunmiao ran to Xu Jia and the others to inquire about the progress, and Lu Anran sat alone at the table in front of the window and flipped through the pages.

The candle shined, and the figure was reflected on the window paper, there was only one touch, and suddenly another figure outside gradually approached, and the two black shadows instantly fit.

The light dimmed, causing Lu Anran to raise his head, push open the window and take a look, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After nightfall, Yinjia Village was quiet, and he didn't even smell the dog barking, Lu Anran looked at the old lady Yin who was carrying a basket in front of him, and became more and more puzzled.

Fortunately, the snow was bright and bright, enough to see the back of an old lady who was not very steady, and Lu Anran followed unhurriedly.

Out of Yinjia Village, Mrs. Yin walked all the way to the westernmost foot of the mountain, and suddenly stopped.

Lu Anran leaned behind the rocks, looked around but gasped.

It's a secluded and lonely place, dotted with mounds of graves.

Some of the graves were hung with cloth flags, which were stirred by the night breeze, and the silence was filled with a treacherous atmosphere.

Mrs. Yin moved again, her steps seemed to be brisk in an instant, turning left and right, and Lu Anran was lost in a few moments!

Lu Anran turned around a few times, but still couldn't find Mrs. Yin, and what surprised her even more was that the footprints were gone. It seems that after coming here, Mrs. Yin disappeared out of thin air.

Just as she was surprised, a gust of wind swept over, and a black shadow covered her head, startling Lu Anran.

"I rushed to see the dead, and I thought he was a bold man, so unscary." The slow and lazy voice is Yunqi.

The evening breeze blew away a corner of the mask, and the side of the face and the chin were connected with the reflection of the snow, as white as snow.

Yun raised his eyebrows: "It's really scary." After speaking, he reached out to hook Lu Anran's face.

Lu An then took a step back, his heels rattled hard, and pursed his lips: "The prince came from the front just now, but did you see the old lady of the Yin family?" ”

Yun Qi touched his empty hand and naturally withdrew it and touched his chin, "It's not like I have nothing to do in the middle of the night, what are you doing with an old woman?" ”

Lu Anran glanced at Yunqi, and then swept his gaze around.

Yun Qi saw through Lu Anran's meaning at a glance, and said with a smile: "You don't have a conscience, this son is afraid that you will be abducted by some lonely ghost in the middle of the night, so he deigned to come out to take a look." ”

The two walked around, and Lu Anran said: "This land should be the tomb of Yinjia Village." "There are no less than a hundred grave mounds of the old and the new.

"According to what you said, Mrs. Yin didn't sleep at night and ran out to go to the grave?" Yun Qi pointed to the black mountain range in front of him and said: "However, the mountains here are surrounded, the mountains are densely grassy, so that the spiritual energy is abundant, the wind blows, the mountain changes like a dragon flying into the sky, its internal qi is vigorous, and the river at the bottom is meandering, then the qi is condensed and not dispersed, which is really a good feng shui place for the whole village to build a yin house." ”

"The prince still looks at feng shui?"

"You want to say that this son is like a charlatan."

Lu Anran shook his head: "Everything the prince did was unexpected. ”

Yunqi turned sideways and looked at her with a little deep meaning: "What about you?" ”

Lu Anran frowned slightly, why did the topic turn to her?

"I thought you were talking about the suspicions of Yin Tianxiang's death that day, and you must have doubts, why didn't you go and find the answer in person?"

Lu Anran turned his head and looked at the mountain shrouded in darkness, as if a dark iron gate had fallen from the sky, separating Yinjia Village and the outside world into two worlds, "In his position, he plotted his own affairs, investigated the case and identified the corpse, and the people in his own yamen did it." ”

Hearing this, Yun Qi chuckled lightly and said leisurely: "Miss Lu is not right to say this, I don't know who made such a feat as overturning the case on the street in Mengdu." ”

Lu Anran's eyes widened suddenly, full of surprise.

"Heh~" Yun Qi sighed lightly, and when Lu Anran thought he was going to say something, he shut up.

Turning back, Lu Anran suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.

"Take a step back." Yunqi raised three fingers and raised them.

Lu Anran moved his right foot, but saw a pale yellow letter lying alone on the snow that should have been empty.

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'Crack~crack~' The wood made a crisp popping sound in the fire.

Lu Anran folded the letter and looked at Yunqi, who tapped his forehead with his index finger and chuckled: "Ah~ It's really hell." ”

It's already strange that this letter appears here, and what's even weirder is that this letter comes from the Yin family's deceased eldest daughter-in-law, the Kim family.

"The concubine is Jin, lives in Pingcheng at a young age, and moved to Beiyan with her parents for refuge.

When he reached the age of sixteen, he married the Yin family's son named Tianming, the couple was harmonious, the in-laws treated him kindly, and the concubine was deeply pleased.

However, the good times did not last long, the second brother married his wife Wei, with a flamboyant temperament and charming appearance, and he may say that he will please his in-laws, and he will see people and dishes everywhere.

I could have lived a good life, but Wei was born debauched, and he actually flattered my husband, and instigated my uncle to break in while I was bathing, I abided by women's morals and ignored them, but ...... Can......

forced me to come here, a well was lost but I died, but because of my obsession, my hatred suddenly rose from day to day.

I hate the injustice of this day, I hate the hypocrisy of this man, and I hate the men and women who are thieves and prostitutes in this world.

Turning into a ghost, I want to recover the blood debt, and no one can escape! ”

The word "Xiangju" is written down.

Lu Anran slowly exhaled a breath in his chest, "Do you believe in ghosts?" ”

Yun Qi clamped between two fingers, pulled out the letter in her hand and shook it.

"I'm more convinced that someone is playing tricks." Lu Anran said.

At this time, the mournful crying of the woman came from the cold wind of the night, blowing Lu Anran's cloak and making her brows furrow.

Yunqi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "God always likes to go against people, so you said that you don't believe in ghosts and gods, but you want to confirm its existence to you, why don't you shout at the top of your voice now, unless she appears in front of you." ”

Lu Anran glanced at him lightly, this person didn't believe it herself, she had to put the charge on her head, she listened for a while, and walked in a certain direction.

This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, forming an echo surround, and the sound is not close, and it is difficult to catch it with the intermittent wind, and at first glance it sounds like it is really a ghost floating and crying in the dark night.

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Light clouds cover the moon, the stars are two or three o'clock, the wind is swirling, and the cry is distant and ethereal.

Lu Anran stopped, his black eyes pierced the sky, and said, "Have you smelled anything?" ”

"Huh?"

"Taste." Lu Anran looked at Yunqi, "There is a lilac smell." ”

Yunqi wiped his index finger under his nose, "Lilacs bloom at this time?" "It seems that there is no ghost to say." ”

Lilac flowers, also known as ghost flowers, have a light and elegant fragrance lingering in the nose and lasting for a long time.

Lu Anran followed the taste all the way over, Yunqi walked beside him, the occasional rolled cloak rubbed against the soft fur of his silver robe, and after a slight collision, it spread out on both sides.

The stronger the scent, the louder the crying, and finally after a deserted grave, under the dim starlight, in the bright snow, a woman knelt on the ground in front of a grave, her long skirt churning in the night wind like rushing waves, making her seem to be about to float away at any moment.

Drinking and whimpering, resentful and miserable.

Just like the 'female ghost' encountered at the entrance of the village that day, with her sleeves flicked, a Kunqu opera was tactful and low, lingering with grievances.

The woman probably heard the movement as well, and slowly raised her head.

"Ahh

The screams pierced the sky, and the jackdaws rose suddenly, and there was a big uproar.

Lu Anran looked at the frightened woman, and couldn't see her face clearly, but she saw that the whole person was like a bud destroyed by the cold wind, fragile and messy.

"You, are you human or ghost?" The woman's voice trembled, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Yun Qi crossed Lu Anran with his hands in his hand, and his face was arrogant: "Shouldn't we ask you this?" As he spoke, he took a dead branch next to him on his toes, held it in his hand, and lit it with a fire breaker.

The fire is melting, reflecting the unique face of the clouds, if there are ghosts in the world, even ghosts are not afraid.

The woman exhaled sharply, stroked her chest and said, "Ah, it's Yun Gongzi and ......" She looked back, "Miss Lu." ”

Lu Anran bowed his head at her: "Sister-in-law Tieqiu, it's so late, what are you doing here pretending to be a ghost?" ”

"What?" Tieqiu's sister-in-law, who is also the widow Wang, opened a pair of eyes wide, her eyes were still red and swollen, and the tears in the corners of her eyes had not dried.

Lu Anran pointed to the grave, "This place is desolate and secluded, full of graves, you come here at night to go to the grave?" ”

In his ears, Yun Qi laughed, Lu Anran looked over with puzzled eyes, and Yun Qi said: "Your serious speech is more interesting than telling jokes." ”

Lu Anran's eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't think it was funny.

The widow had slowly sat up, not caring about patting the remnants of the snow on her body, and not knowing what sad things she remembered, she threw herself down in front of the tombstone and wept and wept.

Lu Anran rubbed her forehead, there was no one with this number among the women she had come into contact with, and she really didn't have much experience in how to deal with it.

"If you cry any longer, it won't hurt your beautiful eyes, but it's not great." Obviously, Yunqi has a lot of means to deal with women, and after he finished speaking, the widow Wang really sobbed twice and gradually stopped.

There is only one word difference between elegance and romance, Lu Anran thought that Yunqi had it.

"Miss Lu, you've seen me a little too much tonight." Yun Qi smiled evilly.

Well, the word Fengya is also the appearance of Yunqi.

Widow Wang said that she was already aggrieved after being scolded by Sister-in-law Tian before, but she didn't know who went to her mother-in-law to tell the truth.

The paralyzed mother-in-law scolded her for being too salty for dinner, saying that she was restless, and her son also told her to die, and now that her son is gone, the widow wants to leave her lonely wife and child, and wants to be crazy for men.

Thinking of the grievances he has suffered over the past two years, he ran to the grave of his deceased husband to vent, and he didn't observe the sky, and it was dark unconsciously.

"Yun Gongzi, Miss Lu, why did you come here?" After crying, Widow Wang's emotions poured out/out, and the depression in her chest disappeared a lot, and she wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve and asked.

Lu Anran asked her, "Do you see Village Chief Yin's wife?" ”

The widow shook her head: "I have not seen anyone but you. ”

"Is there any other way here?"

"There is only one way in and out, and it is already the innermost part of our house, and the grave of the village chief's house should be the easternmost piece of land."