New Ghost!

Xiangu Temple!

Zheng Xiu's face sank.

I remember that before, Zheng Erniang said that she would go to the Xiangu Temple on the outskirts of the city and ask for a peace talisman for him.

Before Zheng Xiu cleared the Ghost White Carp Village, the talisman had already been handed over to him.

But after the butterfly effect occurred, he became a "suspected murderer who killed Princess Yurun", changed his cell, and there were frequent murders in the city, Zheng's industry was affected by the simultaneous investigation of the criminal department and the household department, Zheng Erniang was tired of coping, and he didn't have time to hand over the evil sect's tips to herself.

In other words, Zheng Erniang hit the evil and fell into thaumaturgy, in the final analysis, because he changed history!

Before the bed.

In the corner of the boudoir, the column of smoke rising straight up with sandalwood twisted and trembled.

After a short confrontation, Zheng Erniang's hair-covered eyes gradually closed.

The long hair, which danced strangely like tentacles, retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, not daring to move.

After a while, Zheng Erniang's complexion regained its softness and lay back on the bed.

Zheng Xiu's face sank, and he wanted to step forward to investigate.

Squeak behind him grabbed the young master's clothes: "Little young master, the front is dangerous, let Squeak go." ”

The squeaky face and red ears stepped forward barely, rubbing his ten fingers together a few times, and his palms glowed with white light.

Zheng Xiu noticed Squeak's strange behavior before the "operation", and kept an eye on it, caring about Erniang's safety, and had no time to ask more.

Erniang fell silent, as if the vision just now had never happened.

Squeak has come to the head of Erniang's bed, and cold sweat is dripping on her forehead.

Nothing happened.

Squeak breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to re-cover Zheng Erniang with the quilt, and the quilt slipped away from her hand.

It's too slippery.

"Let me do it."

Bobo stepped forward calmly, tidied up Erniang's appearance, and covered the quilt.

"Boom-boom-"

A long and short whistle sounded outside the house.

The faces of everyone in the room changed.

Zheng Xiu also understood the whistle code.

Qing 13 swallowed the dry smoke for a while, and said in a deep voice: "It's the night Weiyang!" ”

Ji Hongrong's face was slightly cold: "The master has been wronged, and he is in prison waiting for the grievances to be washed away, could it be that the people of Ye Weiyang, is it true that no one in our Zheng Brotherhood will not succeed?" ”

Pei Gaoya smiled and scratched his bald head: "It's just in time!" Lao Tzu is full of evil fire and has nowhere to vent! ”

"Phew!" Qing 13 raised his cigarette stick and slammed it on Pei Gaoya's head: "You are excited!" Who told you to do it? If the lord is not there, who has the final say? ”

Pei Gaoya was about to say Qing Criticism.

Ji Hongrong turned his head and poked Qing Pi, pointing at the calm young master with a strange expression.

"Him."

……

The night sky is clear on winter nights.

No snow tonight.

The stars twinkle and the moonlight is enchanting.

A flock of crows flew in surprise and hovered over the imperial city.

Pitch-black shadows, with ravens standing on their shoulders or carrying boxes behind their backs, rushed from all corners of the imperial city to the direction of Zheng's house.

Not only the night guards on duty, but even the "stars" who were sleeping soundly were awakened by the movement of the crows.

In the blink of an eye, the roof was full of figures, nodding, blinking, shaking their heads, gestures and other compound movements to signal each other, quickly echoing each other with codes.

The expressions of the night guards and the stars are roughly as follows:

"Are you on duty?"

"No, I'm woken up, working overtime."

"Coincidentally, I'm working overtime too."

"What together?"

"Together."

The night guards and stars came to the left, right, front, back, opposite street, and the roof of the house next door to Zheng Mansion one after another.

If someone goes out of the yard and looks at these rooftops, they will be surprised to find that the rooftops are full of people.

Similarly, there are many shadows on the roof of Zheng Mansion.

No one has acted rashly.

Yueyan carried the black box on her back, and when she arrived at the scene, the surrounding roofs no longer allowed her to squeeze in.

"Oops."

Yueyan chuckled in her heart, the secret way is not good.

"Shhhh Hush! Hush! Sister Yueyan! ”

Not far away, the young man found Yueyan, called softly, and waved to Yueyan excitedly.

Yueyan ignored him, took out a thin embroidered silver needle from her arms, stretched out her ruddy tongue, and pursed her lips to moisten the embroidery needle.

The next moment, Yueyan put away the silver needle with her backhand, flicked her hands in her sleeves continuously, and the silk threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye set up a net in the air.

In fact, Yueyan's behavior when licking the needle has attracted the attention of many colleagues, and they have also recognized the rumored "Twenty-eight Constellations, Yueyan".

The moon swallow paced lightly, floating up like a fairy, and then sat on the invisible "net" and watched the changes.

The disturbed crow flock quickly regained its composure.

Everyone looked at the sky, as if judging the severity of the situation based on the raven's reaction.

Right now.

The end of an empty street.

A lonely figure came from afar.

Black clothes, moon stripes, hair bundles, eye covering, black silk gloves.

Feng Bei's eyes were cold, and on the street, he looked up at his colleagues on the roof, and made a gesture.

"It's the Upper String Three!"

"She told all of us to keep our shots out."

"Shhh It's that, Winding Three! ”

"It's a stranger, the third wind, Fengbei!"

Some people recognize Fengbei's identity through their costumes and moon patterns.

Suddenly, the night guards on the roof, who were about to move, all held their breath and did not dare to move.

Feng Bei is a terrifying figure who passed the Middle Heaven Rank test before the age of twenty.

In the Night, there is a test to assess the grade of thaumaturgists.

The rookie thaumaturgist who first peeked into the door was divided into six grades, and one was the highest. But this level is mostly a measure of thaumaturgical proficiency, and has nothing to do with the number of people who push open the door.

Further up, there are small stars, middle stars, big stars, small heavens, middle heavens, and big heavens.

Further up, it can be called "a generation of grandmasters".

A generation of grandmasters, legend has it that they can conquer a country with the power of one person and resist 100,000 elite soldiers.

Inhuman, blessed, from birth, stood in the doorway.

Now more than ten years have passed, and no one knows how deep Fengbei has gone in the doorway, pushing open a few doors.

"She's done, and no matter what the outcome is, it's none of our business."

A few "Nakshatras" who were working overtime temporarily in the night guards lost their minds to see the excitement, yawned, and quietly left.

Only Yue Yan, who was sitting on the "net" in mid-air, twisted her thin eyebrows, and said secretly: "She really came, but what does she want to do to the Zheng family?" ”

The street in front of Zheng's house, from the entrance to the end of the street, was dead silent.

Only the sound of shallow breathing fluctuated.

Under the eyes of everyone, Feng Bei's expression was calm, he came to the door of the Zheng family, looked up at the plaque, and slowly stretched out his right hand wearing black silk gloves.

It's the legendary hand.

Everyone paused, holding their breath.

Tuk-tuk.

Fengbei actually stretched out his hand and knocked on the door to treat people with courtesy.

"Excuse me, Zheng, is anyone home?"

On the roof, there were several night guards with empty soles on their feet who heard this, couldn't cry or laugh, and one stumbled and almost fell off the roof.

A few pieces of broken tiles slid down.

There was silence behind the closed door of Zheng's house, as if no one was at home.

Fengbei knocked politely on the door again, and his voice was gentle: "Night Weiyang, December, the third quarter of the first quarter, Fengbei, came late at night, just to investigate the case, if there is any disturbance, please forgive me." ”

Fengbei's voice just fell.

The breathing that had been suppressed inside suddenly rushed.

Obviously, the name of Fengbei alarmed the inside.

Behind the door, Qing Thirteen clenched the cigarette stick, as if facing a great enemy.

He quickly made a few gestures, motioning for them to hurry up and take the young master away.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Erniang's breath when she changed disturbed the crows, and she actually provoked that evil star!

If other stars come, Qing 13 will also have some confidence to deal with the past.

After all, over the years, even if they have mastered thaumaturgy, after Ye Weiyang learned about it, they did not break it.

Under the restraint of Master Zheng, they have always behaved and never committed crimes.

Qing 13 felt that he and Zheng Xiu belonged to each other.

The master had never asked them how many people had closed the door before, just as they had seen through the old man's entry into the "rich businessman's door" and pretended not to know.

Mr. Zheng did business honestly and conscientiously investigated the case at night.

The Zheng family, the brotherhood, and Ye Weiyang have always had well water and no river water.

I didn't expect that tonight, Fengbei came!

That Inhuman Evil Star, Fengbei!

Several "brothers" fell from the roof of the Zheng family.

They were all dressed in black with a uniform hood, bulging in their sleeves, and hidden hidden swords.

Several brothers pulled the young master hard.

I never thought that several people worked together, but they couldn't pull the little young master in the slightest.

"Fengbei? Fengbei? Night Weiyang, Fengbei? ”

Strange things happened tonight, and Zheng Xiu was forced to accept new information all the way, and he didn't even have time to ask questions.

Now that he heard someone from outside claiming to be Fengbei, Zheng Xiu said that he was not surprised, it was fake.

Coincidentally.

For Fengbei, the tragedy of Baili Village happened 20 years ago.

But for Zheng Xiu, the memory is still fresh, just yesterday.

"That Fengbei, what's the origin?"

Qing Shisan's face was solemn: "Legend has it that this person in Fengbei is born unknown, he is a natural alien, but no one knows which way he occupies." Because none of the people who have seen Fengbei's shot are alive. Keqing Thirteen heard that Fengbei has always lived in a simple place, and even in the night is an extremely mysterious figure, how could he visit the Zheng family tonight, it seems that this catastrophe is difficult to avoid easily! Little Master, if you are really the bloodline of the Zheng family, and quickly-"

Babble –

Zheng Xiu pushed the door open.

[intuition] told him that Fengbei's trip was not to trouble the Zheng family.

Big deal.

When "Zheng Xiu" pushed the door and stepped out of Zheng's house with a smile on his face.

When Fengbei saw the child's face clearly.

The air was suddenly quiet.

After the silence, Feng Bei suddenly hid his hands behind him, his expression was still calm as usual, but there was a hint of imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Are you...... Who? ”

Zheng Xiu puffed up his chest and said calmly: "If you don't change your name, you can't change your surname, Zheng Evil!" Zheng Haoran's Zheng, jealous and hateful! ”

Feng Bei's hands behind his back stiffened.

She seemed to see that back then, the mighty man gently introduced himself: Zheng Shan, Zheng Haoran's Zheng, the goodness of the great good man.

Zheng Xiu put his hands behind his back, his smile was a little more innocent, and he threw out Wang Zhan: "Father, Zheng Shan!" ”

Everyone in the room, hearing this, opened their mouths wide at the same time, and the air seemed to freeze.

Qingpi's mouth was full of clouds, and he forgot to spit it out, and the cigarette stick snapped to the ground.

After a breath of air condensation.

Poof!

Ji Honglotus fell from the roof to the ground.