Although it has been night for a long time, the courtyard of the Dou family is unusually lively and brightly lit.

Hua Rujin followed Ye Chengwei and looked around while walking in, the familiar scenery, the familiar taste, from the moment she stepped into this deep mansion, there was a sense of suffocating solemnity haunting her.

In the courtyard, there were two rows of people dressed as Taoist priests sitting cross-legged, about a dozen people, with words in their mouths that seemed to be muttering something, and gently waving bells or ritual instruments in their hands, and small yellow flags were planted around them.

There were also a few strangely dressed Taoists holding peachwood swords or holding talisman paper in their hands, circling around the courtyard, throwing out a few pieces of burning rune paper from time to time, and the yellow and white flames stayed in the air for a while, and immediately turned into smoke.

The billowing smoke enveloped the entire courtyard, making it almost impossible to see the entire compound.

When the county officials entered, the Taoist priests were still concentrating on their respective missions, as if they had long since detached themselves from the world and turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of them.

Hua Rujin, Ye Chengwei, and Shu Jinxuan passed by the Taoist priests, and when they arrived in the guest hall, they saw a simple mourning hall appear in front of them after the fog.

The smell of smoke after the burning of the rune paper was mixed with the scent of sandalwood burning in the small incense burners placed in a row on the mourning hall, and the pungent smell made Hua Rujin couldn't help but shiver.

It smells terrible.

A few people showed up, and Gu Langxi, Liu Cheng and the Dou family members who were sitting at both ends of the mourning hall got up one after another and saluted each other.

Hua Rujin was observing the layout of the mourning hall everywhere, and saw the old housekeeper greeted him with tears on his face, and said loudly: "Third young lady, you are finally back, the old man has been overthinking for the past few days, and he can't sleep at night, so please take pity on the poor young lady, and also fulfill the last wish of the third prince." ”

Hearing this, Ye Chengwei cast a fierce gaze, and the old housekeeper was so frightened that he immediately stopped talking.

"Changshun, you must not be rude in front of the magistrate."

An old and deep voice sounded, and Hua Rujin heard the prestige, and saw the original owner's father-in-law, Dou Yue, walking up slowly.

The kind appearance with a kind face in his eyes is worthy of the fairy style dress on his body.

In my impression, this old man is always slow and stingy, even if the sky falls, he looks cold and calm.

"Rujin, my father-in-law has made you suffer."

Dou Yue stood in front of her, choking on the smoke and coughing lightly.

"Dou-old-member-foreign words are heavy."

Hua Rujin's eyes were half-squinted, and her voice replied in a cold and faint voice.

This sanctimonious image immediately reminded her of the past when the original owner was lightly teased by Dou Yuancheng, and after the old man appeared, he only scolded softly, without punishment or warning, and let his dead perverted son continue to be lawless.

Faintly, she seemed to sense that the old man was deliberately conniving.

In the touching scene, this old man really only accounted for two words in between.

was suddenly changed his name, Dou Yue's expressionless face sank slightly, and then the corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled coldly: "You are so nonsense that the two magistrates are burdened by you, and it is difficult for my father-in-law to shelter you anymore, whether you go or stay tonight is up to your deceased husband to decide." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw the old Taoist priest beside him raise the bell in his hand and shook it gently, and the candles in the hall trembled violently, and everyone in the mist stared at the Taoist priest who was doing it.

Seeing this, Shu Jinxuan immediately protected Hua Rujin.

But Ye Chengwei clasped his hands, his eyes were as steady as a rock, and he was carefully examining the wind and grass in the mist.

Hua Rujin slowly pushed away Shu Jinxuan, who was protecting in front of her, and her phoenix eyes continued to squint slightly at the Taoist priest who was doing it, and the figure on her back always felt a little familiar.

At the moment when he raised his peachwood sword to pick up paper and burn incense left and right, Hua Rujin suddenly saw his face clearly.

Isn't this the old bull's nose who used to sell rune paper in Huangliu Lane?

Just as he was hesitating, he saw the old man of the bull nose shaking violently with a bell in one hand, and a peachwood sword in the other, stirring candlelight around the mourning hall wrapped in layers of mist like a dragonfly.

The gorgeous posture is like a brocade, and I am dizzy for a while.

Looking at the eye-catching rune paper everywhere, Hua Rujin immediately remembered what the old beggar said today.

Thinking that he didn't react to those rune papers, he couldn't help but muttered to himself: "Xiao Sample, except for being better at drawing a few rune papers than me, the fact that this sword is not much better than me." ”

As soon as the words fell, my eyes suddenly darkened, and I felt that my entire vision was blurred a lot, and my brain was dizzy.

She looked at the sandalwood burning in several incense burners, and suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and quietly leaned into the ear of Shu Jinxuan, who looked sluggish, and whispered: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with this sandalwood." ”

When Shu Jinxuan heard this, he hurriedly covered his nose.

The two of them looked at Ye Chengwei behind them in unison, who had already silently blocked his sleeves in front of his snort.

Several people looked at each other, but they heard the sound of chanting outside the house getting louder and louder, and the figures of the Taoist priests swaying around the courtyard became more and more urgent.

The tense and suffocating atmosphere made all three of them more vigilant.

As for her cousin's reminder, Shu Jinxuan hurriedly secretly peeked through a little gap in the air and sniffed intently, and then looked stunned, and quietly reminded her in her ear: "It seems to be the smell of heavenly fairies." ”

The two looked at each other silently: "Do you remember that in the early years, the eldest brother got a batch of rare medicinal materials from an overseas businessman, this medicinal material is extremely rare, although it has an excellent analgesic effect, but if it is made into a spice, it can make people excited and produce a short-term hallucinogenic effect." ”

"I see."

Hua Rujin suddenly realized, no wonder the smell was so familiar.

This old Taoist priest was really clever enough to sandwich the spices made of the heavenly fairy in the burning sandalwood, who would have noticed it if he wasn't a knowledgeable person.

The two of them silently continued to watch every move in the mist, when suddenly a gust of wind poured in, and the figures outside the room trembled like ghosts.

While Hua Rujin and Shu Jinxuan were whispering, Ye Chengwei's cold apricot eyes kept paying attention to the movement outside the house.

Suddenly, he saw a white shadow flashing outside the house like lightning, much faster than the figure of the group of wandering Taoist priests, he sensed that something was wrong, and decisively pulled out an iron sword from Ting An's hand, and chased it out quickly.

Before Hua Rujin could react, she saw the jade-white figure in the mist disappear lightly.

"I didn't expect him to be so good, it doesn't seem to be the same as the memagnial magistrates I imagined."

Seeing this, Hua Rujin also hurriedly pulled out a saber from the waist of a panicked errand and chased him out.

As soon as I arrived in the courtyard, through the layers of fog, I saw two white shadows chasing after the eaves and walls in the courtyard, and the smoke was filled, as if I couldn't see clearly who was the enemy and who was the friend.

Hua Rujin clenched her saber, looked at the eaves behind her, and was about to kick on it, but then thought about it: Grandma's, I don't seem to know.

Most of her time was hand-to-hand combat, and this kind of wall-to-wall kung fu had never been seen before.

As he was thinking, he saw a white shadow suddenly attack him.

It's so fast, it's staggering.

When you can see people's faces clearly, the skin that is so white as the skin is terrifying, and the hollow black eyes have no trace of blood, which makes people panic.

Seeing that the white shadow had arrived, in a state of astonishment, Hua Rujin saw that the figure who rushed over threw the long knife in his hand violently.

But the white shadow was extremely agile, and in the blink of an eye, it dodged Han Sensen's blade.

Hua Rujin chuckled in her heart, and was about to swing her fist to attack, but when the white shadow was only a stone's throw away from her, her figure suddenly stopped, as if frozen in the air.

Looking at this scene, Hua Rujin also hesitated, and before he could swing his fist, he saw a bright sword blade crossing, and the white shadow immediately turned the spearhead, and the figure bypassed Hua Rujin like a ghost and went straight to the mourning hall.

"Are you alright?"

Ye Chengwei held the long sword in his hand and looked at her cautiously.

"It's fine."

Hua Rujin shook his head, and saw a drop of black paint blood dripping from the blade of his sword.