Snowflakes fell on Chen Jiayan's body, a faint layer of frost formed on his eyelashes, and his cheeks were slightly red under the cold air.

I swept it away and dusted it off her shoulder.

That's when I noticed that her down jacket was covered with patches of several different sizes.

Looking down further, her down jacket style is really old.

When my mother was alive, she wore a dress that resembled hers.

Chen Jiayan half-lowered his head, shrunk his shoulders, and whispered, "What are you wearing?"

Peach was wearing a red gold velvet cloak, hugging her shoulders, looking Chen Jiayan up and down.

"I gave me the clothes, and if my sister likes it, I'll give you one."

Chen Jiayan turned his head and glared at Peaches angrily, turned around and strode away.

I pulled the clothes off my shoulders and tossed them to Peaches.

Momoko grabbed her clothes in her arms, a playful smile on her face.

"It's a pitiful dress."

She shook her cloak in her hands.

"When I don't have clothes, I count on it to be warm, and when my clothes come, they are thrown away."

I glanced back at her and didn't say anything more.

Turning my head, I pointed to the bones on the ground, "We're going to have to put this thing together now."

Chen Jiayan tilted his head to look at me, and then pulled the zipper open: "You come in, this dress is big, it can wrap us both."

I hesitated for a moment and waved my hand, "It's okay, it's not cold."

Chen Jiayan's eyes paused, wrapped his clothes tightly, and turned his head straight to the bones on the ground.

Her hands moved quickly, her eyes glued to the ground, picking up bones of various sizes, as if playing with a special puzzle.

After dozens of minutes, Chen Jiayan patted the snow on his hands and stood with his head down to the wind.

"Spell it out."

"It's two people, one big and one small."

When I looked back, there were two more skeletons on the ground.

"One big and one small." I muttered and repeated Chen's words, "There is also a child?"

Chen Jiayan nodded firmly: "In terms of bone age, it is no more than two years old."

"Moreover, both of them have blue-black bones, and they must have died of some kind of poison."

I looked at the snow, and I suddenly understood.

This is also a grievance that cannot close your eyes.

Turning my head, I clasped my fist behind me, "You two, if you're still around, come out and say something."

However, there was nothing unusual around except that the wind was a little stronger.

"Sss

There was a burning sensation on my palm without warning, and when I looked down, the unicorn diagram lit up again.

I stared down for a moment, and suddenly understood.

I have this treasure on me that can ward off evil spirits, and ordinary souls dare not come near me.

"Look."

Chen Jiayan suddenly pointed behind me and let out an exclamation.

When I looked back, there were two pairs of footprints on the snow.

These footprints are one large and one small, a bit like the marks of a sheep's hoof!

The ghost's heels don't dare to touch the ground, so they can only walk with the soles of their forefeet, which is why they have this shape!

And the direction of the footsteps is inside the Yueming Building!

"Keep up!"

I distanced myself from the footprints and cautiously followed behind me.

Entering through the back door, it is the corridor of Yueming Building, and when this footprint enters the corridor, it does not disappear, but turns into dripping water.

The water trail stretched all the way to the statue of Guan Gong and never moved again.

After the idol collapses, it is necessary to ask a virtuous person to put the remains of the idol on the temple, and it must not be cleaned with a broom.

When I got up in the morning, I just told Manager Huang to find a piece of red silk and fence these things up first.

When the wind calms down, I'll find someone to solve it.

The ghost's actions immediately reminded me of last night, when those ghosts entered the door and bowed to Guan Gong.

Obviously, there is something wrong with this Guan Gong statue.

Suddenly I had a bolder idea, or should I gouge this idol?

Maybe others can't understand it, but this is my highest belief and the final bottom line.

Taking this step is as uncomfortable for me as stepping on a nail board.

After a long time, I decided to be bold again.

Whether it is an immortal or a Taoist priest, the meaning of existence in this world must be for the world to become better.

In this case, the death path can be put aside, let alone a pile of dirt?

I pulled the red silk in two or two and turned all the dirt out.

Sure enough, in a lump of mud, it seemed to be wrapped in a spherical object.

I took it out and looked at it, and immediately felt a cool breeze on my back.

What I was holding in my hand was a fist-sized skeleton!

is really bold enough to dare to do tricks in the statue of Guan Gong!