Shen Lingxi was almost certain that the young man in front of him must be His Royal Highness King An, who had passed away two years ago.

Mu Huai'an didn't know anything about what Shen Lingxi had seen.

He even walked to the young man's soul shadow, pointed to the beam above, and said to Shen Lingxi: "His Royal Highness King An was here back then, and he chose to hang himself with white silk at dusk. His Royal Highness was the most favored by the emperor during his lifetime, and to this day, no one knows why he chose to end his life in this way. ”

The boy looked up at him, did not speak, and then looked back at the setting sun.

It was as if someone had asked this question many times in front of him, and he no longer wanted to answer it.

Shen Lingxi waved his hand at Mu Huai'an, "You stand next to him, you're about to step on him." ”

Mu Huai'an: ???

When King An heard this, he turned his head in surprise and looked at Shen Lingxi.

He is the son of the royal family, after passing away, he was naturally buried by someone, wearing a bright yellow embroidered gold python robe, wearing a gold crown, looking very good, and his facial features have the unique heroic silhouette of the Chu family, because of his smart figure, he has a little more fragility.

The most memorable thing is the eyes, so clean that they are almost transparent, and there is a kind of innocence that does not understand the world.

As a prince, born in the deep palace, enlightened at the age of five, studied under Confucianism, and studied tirelessly every day, there should be no such naivety.

Shen Lingxi felt that this King An didn't look like a royal child, but like a son of a family who was pampered and raised in a splendid pile and didn't know anything about the world.

"Meow...... Meow ......"

Xuetuan turned around downstairs, pedaled up, and when he saw King An, he jumped up excitedly and rolled into his arms.

King An was pleasantly surprised, and his face finally had a little bit of vigor that a young man should have.

"Snow balls? How did you come here? ”

"Meow."

The snow ball rolled around in his arms and ran back to Shen Lingxi's side.

King An and Shen Lingxi looked at each other.

It wasn't until this moment that he confirmed that Shen Lingxi could really see himself.

"Who are you?" He asked curiously.

In front of Mu Huai'an, Shen Lingxi was inconvenient to answer, so he gestured to him.

King An stood up, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mu Huai'an's eyes, confirming that he couldn't see himself, and then turned his head to ask Shen Lingxi, "Are you here to find the clue of the corpse thrower?" ”

Shen Lingxi blinked his eyes and nodded instead.

She didn't speak for a long time, her eyes drifted wildly, so that Mu Huai'an finally noticed something unusual.

"Shen Lingxi, what are you looking at? You're overdressing up. Mu Huai'an walked up to her, leaned over, and frowned at her.

Shen Lingxi retracted his gaze, "Aren't you going to catch ghosts?" Am I doing you a favor? ”

"How can you help?"

Mu Huai'an looked around strangely.

At this moment, the sunset has sunset, the attic is dim, and there is a faint cool breeze blowing from nowhere, plucking the wind chimes under the eaves, making an ethereal and distant sound.

He didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but he couldn't help Shen Lingxi, a big living person, to play tricks on him in such a place with a deep yin qi.

"Forget it, this place has been explored many times, there is nothing to see, let's go down."

He lit the fire fold, walked to the staircase, and motioned for Shen Lingxi to take a step ahead.

Shen Lingxi's feet didn't move, "You go down first, I'll stay alone on top for a while." ”

"You're really addicted to pretending to be a ghost." Mu Huaian snorted lightly, put down the sentence "whatever you want", and walked downstairs.

There was only one person, one soul and one cat soul left in the attic.

Without waiting for Shen Lingxi to ask, King An said: "It's a masked man in black, carrying a burden, when Liu Wanfu came to worship, he threw the body in the bag down, I didn't see the person's appearance, but judging from the figure, it should be a woman." ”

"Woman?"

Shen Lingxi was stunned, walked to the railing, and looked down.

This attic is three stories high, and the corpses are wrapped in baggage, and if you think of the terrifying effect, it will weigh more than ten pounds.

"How did she get up?" Shen Lingxi asked.

King An pointed to the railing on the west side, "I climbed up from there." ”

Shen Lingxi walked over, the attic was dim, she didn't have a fire fold with her, she reached out and touched the wooden railing, and finally in an inconspicuous corner, she felt a few notches that seemed to be hooked by iron claws.

She glanced down a few times, and there was a little bit of clarity in her heart.

"Thank you." Shen Lingxi thanked him.

"You're welcome, you can go."

An Wang floated on the railing and sat down with his back to her, his legs hanging in the air, swaying and shaking, and his back was full of loneliness.

"It's been so long, and you're still here, do you have a knot that you haven't let go of?" Shen Lingxi was behind him and asked.

The young man's back straightened slightly, as if he didn't expect Shen Lingxi to stay and ask him such a question.

After a long time, he said quietly: "I can't go, I have to stay here." ”

"Can't", "have to stay".

Such words made Shen Lingxi deeply surprised.

"Why is that?" She asked, surprised.

King An shook his head, "I can't say it, I can only rest assured that I can't tell others, if I let others know, it won't work." ”

Shen Lingxi frowned.

There is nothing in this world that makes a person, or a dead soul like air, have to stay in one place.

If there is, someone must be making trouble in the name of gods and ghosts.

King An only a few words were enough for Shen Lingxi to deduce that this young man was afraid that he had been fooled.

Shen Lingxi thought for a while, took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, walked to King An's side, and shook it at him.

"Do you know what it is?" She asked mysteriously.

King An glanced at it obliquely, "It's rune paper, when I died, this attic was full of this." ”

"This is no ordinary rune paper." Shen Lingxi's face was profound, "This talisman is called 'Stand-in Talisman', after I do it, you only need to put your hand on this talisman paper, and silently recite your birth date in your heart, and it can stay here instead of you." That way, you'll be able to go wherever you want without any impact. ”

"Really?" The boy's eyes flashed with indescribable surprise.

Two years after his death, he was trapped in this attic all day, and he really wanted to go out and see it.

"Absolutely." Shen Lingxi put his hand behind him, "You can go out and inquire and know, I am a closed disciple of the Xuanqing Female Crown, and the Dao number is Miao Ling Zhenren." ”

"I've heard of you!" The young man floated up excitedly, "When those gardeners came to prune the branches, they told me about your deeds, and I heard about it!" ”

"Phew! Where do you run! He suddenly snorted in the tone of a storyteller, and made two thoughtful gestures: "'Soaring flat stab', isn't that so?" ”

"Meow...... Meow ......"

Shen Lingxi: ......

Really thanks.

In order to make the most bluffing effect and make the young man feel at ease, Shen Lingxi specially put out those tricks that had been used to give people Jiao, pinching tricks, chanting mantras, and Tiangang step fighting...... Here we all come.

As soon as he regained his momentum, he heard Mu Huai'an's voice, coming from the staircase: "Shen Lingxi, when you came to catch ghosts, are you really dressed up?" ”

Shen Lingxi turned his head and saw that Mu Huai'an had gone upstairs at some point, and looked at him with a stunned expression.

And behind him, there was also a figure dressed as a Confucian in a moon-white brocade robe......