On the beam of the main hall of the Yanqu Palace, a woman in white hangs from it.

Her face was blue, her eyes were bulging, the whites of her eyes were covered with red spots, and a long tongue was sticking out.

Even if the death is miserable, it is not difficult to see that this woman in white was a rare beauty before her death.

Unfortunately, now it has turned into a cold corpse.

"It's Nangong talent!"

"Put people down!"

The hall suddenly became a pot of porridge.

Early in the morning, they were going to start cleaning the main hall, but as soon as the palace maids and eunuchs came in, they saw such a terrible scene.

Someone tried to reach the table, but found that the body on the beam was more than a foot away from the outstretched hand.

"How did people hang up so high......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was terrified.

The beams of the main hall are more than three zhang high, and ordinary people can't reach them at all.

But looking at the lonely hanging corpse on the beam, everyone thought of the previous rumors of haunting.

The fear, which was several times more violent than before, couldn't help but climb into everyone's hearts.

……

The ghost fire in the underworld is hot, and the spring courtyard is dark.

A talented person died, and Yanqu Hall had to reopen the palace gate.

When Li Xuan came here, he saw a busy scene under the gloomy clouds.

It was as if they had suddenly woken up and gathered here today.

There are those who collect the aftermath of the corpse, those who inquire and verify, and those who strengthen patrol vigilance.

Eunuchs in flowery clothes, guards in the Ouchi, and even those wearing official robes.

Li Xuan couldn't see what kind of officials these were, but he thought that they were all because they were dead.

Previously, Li Xuan had seen the corpse of that talented man.

He had anticipated many possible candidates, but he had not expected this to be the man.

The dead Nangong talent, Li Xuan knows.

On the day Deng Weixian first came to Yanqu Palace, he met this talented person on the way.

was remembered by the small table, and the owner of the room who secretly went to steal the bamboo pipe every night was also this talent.

And today hanging on the beam of the main hall is also this talented man.

What did Nangong Cairen do wrong?

A teenage girl, at the age of flowers, lay on the ground cold, becoming a resentful corpse.

Was it because he met two new eunuchs on the road that day?

Is it because of your beauty that you are remembered by the small table?

Is it because he was involved in a conspiracy that he never even knew about?

Or is it because it was wrong from the beginning of entering the palace?

Li Xuan was on the wall, looking at Nangong Cairen in a daze, until someone put a white cloth on her and carried her away.

When he couldn't see Nangong Cairen anymore, Li Xuan found out that Deng Weixian was also here.

He stood in the corner, his eyes looking in the direction of Nangong Cairen's departure.

His eyes were no different from Li Xuan's.

Dazed, helpless, remorseful, resentful......

Deng Weixian's palm quietly held the tiger's claws, and his cold eyes swept to the small table beside him.

"Shouldn't it be you?"

At this time, the small table was full of horror, and the panic was undisguised, and his tremors trembled, trembling like chaff, so he didn't notice the murderous eyes of Xiao Deng Zi beside him.

"How could she commit suicide, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense......"

"Did she find me?"

"No, no......"

"Then you should tell your father-in-law, there's no need to hang yourself......"

"Ghosts, it must be ghosts!"

"She won't come to me, no way, she doesn't even know what I've done......"

The mind of the small table was confused, his face was pale, and cold sweat was like rain.

"You two still dare to be lazy, and don't look at what time it is!"

In the distance, an older eunuch in yellow scolded the two.

Deng Weixian and the small table trembled in unison, waking up like a dream, and quickly lowered his head and got busy with the things at hand.

Li Xuan saw all the expressions of the two of them in his eyes, but in addition to sighing, he still sighed.

……

At night, Deng Weixian, who had finished practicing, sat on the stone bench to rest.

He was so exhausted that he couldn't concentrate on his exercises tonight.

Maybe it's too much during the day.

"How?"

"Can't calm down tonight?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Deng Weixian suddenly stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Godfather."

Deng Weixian's godfather came to his side at some point, looked at him and nodded slightly, and then said, "Sit down." ”

Deng Weixian didn't sit down, shook his head and stood aside, letting go of the stone chair he had sat on earlier.

The godfather didn't say anything, and after sitting down, he asked Deng Weixian, "Do you want to ask me?" ”

Deng Weixian was stunned for a moment, but then his eyes dimmed and he slowly shook his head.

"Godfathers have their own godson's reasoning."

When the godfather heard this answer, he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

"You kid, you have too much on your mind, which is a good thing, but it is not necessarily a good thing."

"Those who achieve great things are not informal."

"You're going to have to think about this for yourself after all, think about it."

The godfather got up and patted Deng Weixian, and then prepared to leave.

"Go back and rest early, and don't come out later, no matter what happens."

After leaving such a sentence, the godfather disappeared into the night.

Deng Weixian's pupils shrank, knowing that there was something to happen tonight.

He immediately turned his gaze somewhere.

There was a room with a small table.

……

Li Xuan hid in the bushes and did not return to Jingyang Palace.

Today was destined to be a sleepless night, and he wanted to see how this ghost story would end.

Come to think of it, Deng Weixian, who lives in the next room, can't sleep.

They are all waiting.

are waiting for the finale to be staged.

……

The second half of the night.

A phantom with long hair and white clothes came to this inconspicuous courtyard.

The phantom floated silently into the room of the small table, and then there was a slight movement in the room.

The movement grew louder and louder, and began to mix with screams of terror and terrible cries of pain.

This movement must have awakened many people in the courtyard, but no one dared to come out to check.

A Nangong talent just died in the morning, and there was such a terrible movement at night, who would think that his life was long.

The movement in the small table room lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then the phantom drifted away, and the white dress stood out against the dark night background.

Li Xuan did not act rashly, and began to close his eyes and recuperate in the bushes.

Although he was curious about what was going on at the small table, he didn't dare to go up and check it at this time.

Thankfully, it won't be long before dawn.

After waiting for a while, taking advantage of the first rays of morning light to break through the sky, Li Xuan secretly approached the room of the small table.

He leaned against the window and glanced in.

Li Xuan's pupils shrank uncontrollably, and he turned his head and quickly fled from this place, not daring to stay for a moment.

……

After daylight, the father-in-law of the printing room, who had received the report, came to the door of the small table and sent a few cronies and eunuchs to check on it.

As a result, news came out from the Yanqu Hall that day: the small table went crazy.

In the crazy words of the small table, everyone learns about his previous perverted behavior, and finds the bamboo pipe he used.

Nangong Cairen's death also seems to have an explanation.

And last night, many people witnessed a ghost very similar to Nangong Cairen in Yanqu Palace.

Coupled with the tragic situation of the small table that he couldn't bear to look at at at this time, everyone couldn't help but believe that it was the resentful soul of Nangong talent who came to take revenge.

Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts have attracted real ghosts after all.