Everyone moved forward, and in front of them was an old mansion that had been abandoned.

The door of the old mansion was locked, but of course this was difficult for them, Murong Xuan and Tingqin stood up with Lou Yun, and jumped into the courtyard with a "rub".

And the rest of the grandsons Dulan and Xiangling also supported Lin Shuiyue and took her to the courtyard.

And the last door was also locked, and Murong Xuan used the most direct and rude method.

She handed Lou Yun to Tingqin, and then took a few steps back herself, and then kicked the door latch directly with a flying kick. The door opened.

It's still a nice house, and it's still well furnished, but it's dusty because no one has been here for years. The beams are covered with cobwebs, giving it a very eerie feel.

Fortunately, it was morning, and the autumn rain would not be accompanied by thunder and lightning, which somewhat weakened the terrifying atmosphere of the old house.

Although it was morning, it was overcast and it was still dark.

Gongsun Dulan found the candlestick in the house and lit it with flint, although it was a little wet, but at least it was still usable.

The candlelight illuminates the modest living room, which is centered on a portrait of a woman.

Lin Shuiyue quietly looked at this painting, her antiquities and calligraphy and paintings were countless, and she was naturally quite accomplished in these.

This painting is a picture of a beauty, but the beauty on this picture of beauty is neither Xi Shi nor Zhaojun. And the face of the woman in this painting is a little pale. It was in stark contrast to the yellowed paper. Although the paper is very yellow, the painting is clean and not dusty like the surrounding furniture.

The woman in the painting is holding an umbrella and standing on a long bridge. It looks like it's drizzling.

Lin Shuiyue carefully looked at the inscription and inscription on the painting, and the name of the person who signed the inscription did not have any fame, and he had never heard of it. The inscription poem is also very simple, it is a five-character poem.

A curtain of rain on the long bridge,

Independence in the autumn night.

Ask you how sad you are,

Night rain Baling autumn.

Gongsun Dulan saw Lin Shuiyue looking at the painting on the wall, and she also looked at it.

She looked at the painting, swallowed, then glanced around, and then said with trepidation, "It's not going to be haunted." ”

Murong Xuan was looking for something to start the fire, and she said as she looked for it: "Where the hell did you come from in broad daylight?" ”

Murong Xuan searched for a long time and didn't find anything, so she said, "Really, why don't you even have anything to start a fire here, otherwise I'll go and look for it later?"

Tingqin also noticed the painting, which was clean and without a trace of dust.

She couldn't help but say, "Miss, this painting is so clean." ”

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on the painting, and Lin Shuiyue had already noticed it, but she didn't say anything, just looked at the painting.

Gongsun Dulan saw that although the painting was yellow, it was indeed not dusty at all.

She was a little scared, she said: "It's a bit evil here, or let's change places, I see that there is a house not far away, this may be a haunted house." ”

Murong Xuan suddenly walked behind her quietly, and then blew lightly on the back of her neck.

Gongsun Dulan felt someone blowing on her neck, and she was suddenly frightened by the hairs standing upside down, and she screamed "Ah~!".

Then subconsciously hid behind Lin Shuiyue.

Seeing Gongsun Dulan's reaction, Murong Xuan laughed. Xiangling also laughed.

And Lin Shuiyue touched her to show comfort.

Gongsun Dulan came to her senses, and when she found out, Murong Xuan teased her, and said angrily: "Dead Plum Blossom, you almost scared me to death just now." ”

Murong Xuan said: "One of the twelve incense flowers in the hall is actually afraid of ghosts. Xiaolan, when will you grow up, don't forget our identity. ”

Gongsun Dulan said: "But I'm just scared, what can I do." It's all caused by Sister Yingchun, she used to tell me ghost stories, and one of them was very similar to now, so I was very afraid. ”

Murong Xuan said: "Okay, don't be afraid, how can there be any ghosts in this world, even if there are ghosts, the first to be killed are Sister Feixue and Xiangling, as well as Epiphany, they have killed many more people than you and me." ”

Gongsun Dulan glanced back at the painting, and saw the almost pale face and yellow paper of the woman in the painting, and she felt as if the woman in the painting was looking at her.

At this time, everyone smelled a fragrance.

A fresh fragrance.

Murong Xuan asked, "Which of you spilled the rouge box?" Is Miss Yue yours?" ”

Lin Shuiyue didn't speak, just looked at the painting, and listened to Qin and said, "No, Miss's salute is all on the boat, including Miss's fat powder." ”

Xiangling said: "I smelled this aroma just now, I thought it was one of you." ”

Murong Xuan said: "It's not me, I rarely use those things." ”

Xiangling said: "It's not me, and I don't like to use those things very much." ”

The two of them looked at Gongsun Dulan, and Gongsun Dulan said, "I've been with you all the time, you're useless, of course I'm useless." ”

Gongsun Dulan also smelled Lin Shuiyue's body, although she did have a faint fragrance on her body, but it was different from this fragrance. And it's lighter than this scent.

Gongsun Dulan shook her head, and then looked at Tingqin.

Hearing that Qin saw that they were all looking at her, she also shook her head and said: "Of course this is not me, although sometimes Miss will indeed give me some fat powder, but I didn't wipe it when I was in a hurry today, even if I wiped it, it wouldn't have such a strong fragrance." ”

Murong Xuan said: "Then where did this taste come from......?

Murong Xuan looked at the painting on the wall, and then several other people also looked at the painting on the wall.

Could it be that there is such an evil thing in the world?

Gongsun Dulan proposed again: "This place is not clean, let's go." ”

Although Murong Xuan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he would rather believe in such a thing as a strange power and chaos than believe in it. Besides, there are moments when it's not just ghosts and gods, there are countless strange things in this Jianghu world, or this is another game.

Murong Xuan said, "Let's go." ”

But Lin Shuiyue said: "If you don't understand the situation, you will retreat, that's how Xinlian taught you?"

Murong Xuan asked, "What does Miss Yue mean?"

Lin Shuiyue's gaze finally left the painting, and then she walked to Lou Yun, who was set aside. Then he said, "Are we the only ones here? ”

Tingqin came to Lou Yun's side, this was indeed the fragrance emanating from Lou Yun's body, and she nodded at the three of them.

At this time, Murong Xuan and Gongsun Dulan breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Xuan said: "I didn't expect that a big man from the owner of Qiu Zhuang still likes the girl's fat powder and makes himself so fragrant. ”

(End of chapter)