As soon as the three of them stepped into the house, the light of the candle flame dispelled the darkness, and it was Ding Zhaoliu who lit the candle in the house.

Yi Jiaoyan hurriedly stepped forward, put the silver gun on the table, and checked his son's body with both hands.

"Teruyanagi, are you alright? Where did it hurt? ”

Ding Zhaoliu shook his head, but instead spread out his right hand for the three of them to see: "This is what I touched in the corner of the wall." ”

His palm was a handful of black and yellow hair, and the smell of fish came to his nose.

It's the spirit just now.

After the four of them exchanged glances silently, they turned their heads to look at Aunt Qu who was still sitting at the door.

Her face was whiter than paper, her hands clenched at the collar, and her whole body trembled slightly.

Yi Jiaoyan walked up to her in two steps, and said condescendingly with a calm face: "Qu Xuan, do you have anything to say?" ”

Aunt Qu opened her mouth several times, but finally lowered her head and remained silent.

Yi Jiao's face was cold: "Someone! Escort her to Wanyuan, I want to interrogate this thing inside and out! ”

——

Wan Yuan.

Countless candles and the refraction of the night pearl illuminate the east wing as bright as day.

Aunt Qu sat on her knees with her body crooked, her hair was messy, her face was haggard, and she was really as panicked as a prisoner awaiting trial.

Yi Jiaoyan sat on the chair with an indifferent expression, and her voice was cold: "Qu Xuan, Hou Ye treats you well, why do you want to raise spirits to hurt Hou Ye?" ”

Aunt Qu raised her head tremblingly and whispered, "Sister, I'm ...... Yes! ”

"Don't call me sister!" Yi Jiao's smoke suddenly burst out, and the snow-bright silver spear slashed out a cold light, and the tip of the spear slammed into the gap in the flat stone half a meter beside Aunt Qu's side.

The head of the gun was not in a third, and the barrel of the gun was buzzing and shaking, which showed that she was using great force.

If this shot is really aimed at people......

When he arrived, the room was silent, and no one dared to speak.

Yi Jiaoyan snorted coldly: "It seems that you still remember this gun, when the Hou Ye wanted to marry you and kneel down to me, I stopped you from my Wanyuan in this way, it was I who scared you, and it was me who you should hate, why did you go to the Hou Ye!" ”

Aunt Qu's tears rolled in her eyes, but she didn't dare to fall, she only covered her mouth and shook her head in fright.

Ding Zhaoliu, who was standing behind Yi Jiaoyan, had never seen his mother so angry, Rao was used to seeing the severe torture of Dali Temple, and he only felt his scalp tingle when he saw his angry mother.

He couldn't help but put his hand on her shoulder and called in a low voice: "Mother......"

This shout was like a ripple, breaking the atmosphere of the house, Yi Jiaoyan softened her back, closed her eyes and calmed down a lot, and then asked: "That spirit, is it you raised?" ”

Aunt Qu nodded happily this time, and answered in a low voice.

Yi Jiaoyan: "Where did you get this thing?" Where are the spirits now? ”

Aunt Qu replied one by one: "A Taoist priest from Youfang sold it to me, I saw it injured just now, and I knew that the matter was revealed, so I let it go." ”

Hearing her answer like this, Jiang Fuyuan suddenly interjected: "Do you know the belly of a horse? ”

Aunt Qu was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyelids and shook her head: "I don't know." ”

Jiang Fuyuan's face was full of suspicion: "No, drive the spirit to make a contract with it, you don't know its name, how can you heal and hurt people?" ”

Aunt Qu still shook her head: "I really don't know, I just feed it my blood every day according to what the Taoist said, and I can drive ......"

Jiang Fuyuan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Yi Jiaoyan.

"Now that the real culprit has been caught, the next thing is the family affair of our Hou Mansion. Mu Xiangu, General Zhong, it's hard tonight, why don't you let Zhaoliu take the two of you to the other courtyard to rest. ”

She moved out of the word housework, Jiang Fuyuan really didn't want to say anything, so she had to thank Zhong Yifeng and follow Ding Zhaoliu out of Wanyuan.

The brightly lit Wanyuan gradually faded away behind them, and when the three of them turned a few crescent gates, they couldn't see the light from Wanyuan at all.

After Jiang Fuyuan walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped: "Ding Shaoqing, is your father's relationship very bad?" ”

"Huh?" Ding Zhaoliu didn't understand why she asked, and after thinking for a while, he replied, "No, my father and mother are very affectionate in my memory." ”

"Then why doesn't your mother care about your father's body at all?" Jiang Fuyuan raised the soul torture question, "According to common sense, shouldn't your mother go to see if your father is awake at this time?" Why are you in a hurry to review Aunt Qu, your father doesn't even look at it? ”

"If I'm not mistaken, your dad doesn't have anyone in front of his bed right now, right?"

Yi Jiaoyan's behavior is not only that he doesn't care about Qingyang Hou, but simply hopes that he will die faster.

Ding Zhaoliu's face changed instantly: "It's not good!" Let's hurry to the Warm Cloud Pavilion! ”

When the three of them arrived at the Warm Cloud Pavilion, they found that the doors and windows of the room where Qingyang Hou was located were wide open, and the heat of the charcoal stove in the house was pushed out of the house by gusts of cold wind, and the entire Warm Cloud Pavilion was as cold as a cold cellar.

"Daddy!"

Ding Zhaoliu shouted anxiously and rushed into the house, but fortunately, Qingyang Hou in the thick brocade quilt was still full beard and tail, still lying there half-dead, just so cold that he shivered involuntarily.

It seems that the spirits did not go and returned.

The three of them hurriedly closed the doors and windows and gathered heat for the Warm Cloud Pavilion again.

At this time, there was no one around Qingyang Hou, and the three of them didn't dare to leave for a while, so they simply moved a stool and sat in the back room, stretching out their hands to bake the fire.

Ding Zhaoliu's heart was full of waves, the earth was shaking, and his brain was floating back and forth with lines of capitalized and bold "Father and mother look good and have become a resentful couple".

But how so?

His eyes were full of sadness, his brows were tightly locked, and he didn't check for a while, but he muttered what he thought in his heart: "Dad often paints Danqing for his mother, and he has been painting for eighteen years, how can they not be affectionate......

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids: "Someone paints a picture for you, maybe he loves you, if he paints 300 paintings for you, it can only mean that he loves to paint." ”

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

He didn't want to discuss his father's secrets in the room with others, so he changed the topic and said, "Mu Xiangu, you just said that the spirit is called a horse's belly?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "The human face is a tiger body, the voice is like a baby, the knee has a small face to spit water, it is a horse's belly, but the size of the horse's belly we see at night is much smaller than the legend." ”

Not to mention the tiger body, the body bones are bigger than steamed buns, at best it is a big cat body.

Ding Zhaoliu sighed and asked, "Then can we still catch it?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and said, "You hit it." ”

Ding Zhaoliu was stunned and sighed.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "That's easy to do, these spirits are very vindictive, and they will definitely come to you again." ”

She raised her head and said categorically to Ding Zhaoliu: "There is a bait, I'm not afraid that it won't come." ”

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

Needless to say, it's so straightforward!

He's just an ordinary person, and he's scared!

After thinking about it, he argued: "Immortal Gu and General Zhong also beat it, why didn't it go to you?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan smiled: "Can it beat us?" It's just stupid, it's not that it doesn't know whether it's alive or dead. ”

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

I have to admit that Jiang Fuyuan is right, thinking about it, he is the weakest of the three.

Ding Zhaoliu, who recognized the reality, pursed his lips and said nervously: "Then do I need to do anything more?" ”

Jiang Fuyuan thought for a while: "Stay alone in the cage, it's easier to start." ”

Ding Zhaoliu: ......

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas": The mountain of the vine canal, Yishui comes out of Yan, and the eastward flow is injected into Luo. There is a beast, its name is a horse's belly, its shape is a human face and a tiger body, its sound is like a baby, it is a cannibal.

(End of chapter)