"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

"Lord Zhao!!"

"This..."

Wudang Flying Gate suddenly messed up.

More people saw this scene, and their hearts were cold, and then they thought of the sentence "The door of the underworld is opened, the ghost is returned, the eight sinners, the soul is hooked", and they feel that the autumn wind is cold.

Xia Wushu glanced at the corpse on the ground, his pretty face was cold, and then he raised his voice: "This matter is very important, the gangsters are extremely vicious, who can tell me what happened yesterday!"

Now the three gods of Wudang Feimen are all out to investigate the case, and the king is in retreat, which can be said to be a group of dragons without a leader.

Luo Wuqing glanced at the bones on the ground, his expression was gloomy, and then he walked out and said, "Luo Wuqing, the position of the head catcher, I have seen Lord Xia." ”

"Do you know?"

"I went out with Lord Zhao yesterday, so I naturally know the situation, please listen to me tell you slowly. ”

As he spoke, Luo Wuqing said "Invite to watch the massacre", "Spontaneous combustion on the trees of eight civilians", "Condense ghosts, kill but not destroy", "Lord Zhao kills ghosts", and some of the words that the ghost said.

Xia Wushu said: "This is not a ghost, don't speculate." ”

"Yes. ”

Xia Wushu said as he swept around, only to see that Wudang Feimen Hunting had a look of fear in his eyes, obviously a little shaken.

Her squinted apricot eyes turned again, settled on Luo Wuqing's shoes, and suddenly said, "You retreated last night because of the rain?"

Luo Wuqing said: "Lord Zhao took us to wait for the enemy for a long time and did not come, and when he saw the rain, he retreated. ”

Xia Wushu suddenly said, "Take me to see him." ”

Wudang Feimen didn't have a person to talk to at this time, so he naturally kept Lord Zhao's body still while taking her into the inner hall.

After Xia Wushu had a conversation with him, he checked the carbon corpse by himself...

The room was scary-quiet and scary.

He muttered: "This is obviously white phosphorus spontaneous combustion, but it is unreasonable... Moreover, the toner that this corpse turned into is obviously a dead thing, how can it be condensed and formed? How can it be killed again and again, but it can still be condensed? What is the reason?"

Xia Wushu suddenly said: "Who took the sample of corpse carbon?"

Luo Wuqing came out and said: "It was Lord Zhao who ordered Luo to pick it." ”

"You see an anomaly when you pick it?"

"Yes..."Luo Wuqing showed a look of reminiscence, "At that time, I put the corpse charcoal in the porcelain bottle, but the porcelain bottle made a thumping sound from the inside out, as if the corpse carbon was about to break out of the bottle, and the sound did not disappear until I was far away. ”

"Then why didn't Lord Zhao's corpse condense into a ghost?" Xia Wushu asked directly, "If it's really some ghost pawn in the underworld who seduces the soul and the ghosts and gods are naturally powerful, then why don't they let Lord Zhao's corpse condense and shout something like this again?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, but they were also stunned.

Xia Wushu said: "In this matter, someone pretending to be a god and a ghost, it must involve the evil demons, and those who are not good will not come." ”

An elite patrol said, "So what now?"

Xia Wushu is completely different here from at home, she is resolute in her work, her apricot eyes narrowed, and she said directly: "Take me to the scene of yesterday's incident, I will personally verify it." ”

Hurry up, look at me, I'll look at you, after all, this is a different department, this kind of thing has always been an adult's idea, and the biggest one here is Luo Wuqing.

Luo Wuqing was very cooperative, nodded at Xia Wushu and said, "Okay, let's take you there." ”

The group came to the dense forest with the embroidery flowers of the Eagle Hall, and after a night of autumn rain, the toner powder on the ground had sprinkled all over the wet soil, spreading a layer of black on the ground that was different from the one next to it.

Xia Wuxian's figure swept around, pulling out one afterimage after another, and carefully examined the surrounding trees or around the rocks, but strangely, he didn't find anything.

In other words, this autumn rain came by coincidence, and even the possible clues were completely washed away.

Xia Wushu didn't waste any time, glanced at the black all over the ground and said, "Collect all the wreckage and bring it back." ”

As soon as the words fell, the embroiderers of the Condor Hall walked out of the two of them directly and began to collect them carefully.

This trip took most of the day.

By the time everyone returned to the capital, it was already evening.

Xia Wudi was not in a hurry to go back, but patiently waited for the servants of his own Divine Eagle Hall to inspect the wreckage.

It wasn't until he said the same answer as Wudang Feimen that Xia Wushu understood... It's over.

Someone has stolen the day, and in silence, all clues have been cut off.

Time is of the essence.

And she's already missed time.

In other words, when she stepped into the Wudang Flying Gate and saw Zhao Xue's spontaneous combustion, time was gone.

"Someone has dealt with the scene. ”

Xia Wushu carried the Mo knife on her back, and on the way home, she muttered, "There is a problem with that rain, Luo Wuqing... Is there a problem with Luo Wuqing?"

As soon as she raised her head, the gate of the Xia Guogong Mansion had already appeared in front of her.

The blood-red lantern swayed gently in the wind,

The moonlight paved a miserable white avenue in the autumn wind,

It seems that there are countless ghost hands beckoning and grabbing on both sides of the avenue...

...

...

Xia Wushu was worried about everything, and when he went home, there were also maids who didn't sleep and had been waiting for her.

Qingzhuzi said, "Second Miss, haven't you eaten dinner yet?"

Xia Wushu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Qingzhuzi seemed to be used to this, and said with a smile: "I have already prepared dinner, I just need to get out of the pot, Miss will wait for me for a while." ”

"Green bamboo..."

"What's wrong?"

"You used to be the eldest lady of a rich and noble family, but now you have come to serve me and wronged you. ”

The maid was silent and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the second lady to save me, I'm afraid I would have fallen into the dust a long time ago, where would there be the current An's birthday, such kindness, Qingzhu will never forget." ”

Xia Wushu smiled, she returned home, and the vigorous and resolute behavior of the day disappeared and became gentle.

She has always been gentle with her family, except...

"Where's the little grandfather?"

Qingzhuzi was stunned and blinked, looking like he didn't know what to say or not.

Xia Wudi suddenly understood, slapped the table, and asked directly: "Qinglou or Jiaofang?"

Qingzhuzi said: "Jiaofang Division..."

Xia Wuxian's pretty face was cold, and his apricot eyes were round, the old lady had worked hard to investigate the case outside and didn't even eat until now, you are good, you are still looking for flowers and willows outside, and you are not going home?

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

Look at the old lady's temper!!

As soon as she grabbed the Mo knife, she got up again, and in a blink of an eye, there was no one, only the voice floated back from a distance: "Prepare dinner for two." ”

Green Bamboo: ......

...

...

The Teaching Workshop Division occupies a huge area.

The luxurious pavilions are far apart, and in each pavilion, there is a benefactor.

Some of the lights have been extinguished, and indecent sounds can be heard inside, and some are still ringing with obscenity.

To the southwest, in a small loft by the lake...

Xia Xuan was lying on his side on the bed.

The red gauze tent is turned, the sound of the piano is curling, the white plum agarwood, falling into yarn, forming a flowing mist on the ground inch by inch...

The mist covered a pair of jade-white feet.

The little foot was white and flawless, and it was trampling on the warm floor of the open dragon.

And the girl who was playing the piano did not live up to this little foot, she was really petite and delicate, and she was so moving.

If not, she had a near-disfiguring scar on her left cheek to her neck.