Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Reappearance

"In this way, Chen Zitong must have seen something?" After listening to Yun Jisang's retelling, Zhuo Anjie's slender index finger lightly clasped the Limu book case, deduced. Yun Jisang nodded, and gently let go of Ming Huan's little hand: "Looking at the situation at that time, he was obviously afraid of something. If he asked questions in public, he might not be willing to tell. It seems that I have to go to Chen Zitong's place as soon as possible." It’s too late, I’m afraid something will change.” "Alright." Zhuo Anjie nodded, "Ming Huan doesn't seem to be able to wake up for a while. Leave this to me, and you have to be careful."

"Then I'll go." Yun Jisang touched Ming Huan's face, who was still in a coma, and wanted to get up and leave. "Wait!" Zhuo Anjie suddenly stopped him. "Senior Sister, is there anything else?" Yun Jisang stopped. Zhuo Anjie picked up the lantern and lit it, then handed it to him, then straightened his collar, tilted her head to look at him, and then smiled: "Okay, let's go." Yun Jisang's body was a little stiff when she straightened her collar, as if a fiery chrysalis wriggled in her heart, and turned into a flying butterfly again, burning the flames to the whole internal organs.Suppressing the flame in his heart, he quickly nodded to her, and hurried to Chen Qi's residence.

The heavy snow had stopped at some point. In the dark sky, the Wei Mansion covered by heavy snow looked desolate and desolate. Only a few sparrows returning to their nests chirped, adding a little bit of life to the empty house. In the gloomy pine forest, Yun Jisang vaguely saw the ugly dumb servant staggering to clear the snow on the road. Not far behind him, Mrs. Xu was holding a lantern to illuminate him, murmuring talking about something.Yun Jisang sighed softly and quickened his pace. Still far away, I saw the bright lights in Chen Qi's room, and there were still figures on the window, and I couldn't help feeling relieved.After waiting to open the door and go in, he couldn't help being stunned, it turned out that the person in the room was not Chen Qi, but the headhunter Wang Yansi.

Seeing him coming in, Wang Yansi was also taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "So it's Young Xia Yun, it seems that we both thought of one place, but it's a pity we came a step late, your Zhuge student didn't know where he went, But here he set up an empty plan for the two of us, Sima Yi." Yun Jisang's heart tightened, if Chen Qi really saw something in the back garden, the murderer might not be willing to let him go.Thinking of this, I felt even more anxious, but the Wei Mansion is so big, but I don't know where to look for it for a while, if Chen Qi just came back after leaving, it would be bad.

Wang Yansi suddenly said: "I don't think it's better than this, young man Yun will stay here for a while, I'll look around. If I find it, how about bringing him here?" Yun Jisang thought for a while and said, "That's the only way to go, and it will be too much trouble for the king to arrest the head." Wang Yansi didn't say much, and left with hands clasped. Yun Jisang walked around the house anxiously, hoping that nothing would happen to this former classmate.After fidgeting and waiting for a long time, Wang Yansi still did not return. Under exhaustion and worry, Yun Jisang finally got up and opened the door, and came to the yard.

The night was extraordinarily thick, and the cold moon lurks furtively, revealing only a smear of blue and white afterglow.There are many hundred-year-old trees planted in the yard, and those thick branches are swaying naked in the dark at this moment, making strange howls in the wind, as if a group of tall and thin demons are rushing to participate in a festival. A feast of death. In the wind, faint bells sounded. Suddenly, it seemed that someone was blowing gently in his ear. The cold air spread along the spine, freezing his body and mind. Is it hallucination?Yun Jisang shivered, and suddenly froze.

From the corner of his eyes, a pair of pale female arms gently approached him from behind, slowly wrapping around his neck. Yun Jisang's heartbeat seemed to have stopped, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped down the corner of his eyes. The woman's slender and pale hand gently stroked his cheek, and her lingering and hoarse voice whispered to him dreamily: "I can't escape...you can't escape...you are mine...you can't escape...I My... mine... can't escape..." He recognized the voice. Iteng Bozhao, the Fusang Daren who had been fighting wits with him for many years and was finally killed by his scheme, was a ghostly, beautiful and wise woman.

Yes, a dead man's voice was calling to him, and a female ghost was waiting for him to fall into her arms.illusion!All hallucinations!illusion!illusion! ! !Yun Jisang closed his eyes, clenched his left fist tightly, and desperately settled his mind. After an unknown amount of time, the piercing cold wind blew away the ethereal voice, and the woman's arm disappeared without a sound.He let out a long breath and opened his eyes dripping with sweat. In the hazy night, a person could be vaguely seen walking towards this side. From a long distance, the person asked loudly, "Is it Young Xia Yun?" From his figure, he could only see a dim light of a lantern in his hand.

"Exactly, why did Brother Liang get here?" Yun Jisang asked suspiciously. "Just now I saw the king hunting for someone. I knew he was looking for Brother Chen, so I came over to see if he came back." In the darkness, Liang Xideng said enthusiastically. "Brother Liang, you're being polite. I wonder where Catcher Wang is now?" Yun Jisang asked. The lantern in Liang Xideng's hand was swayed violently by the wind, illuminating the strange pattern on the brown silk shirt on his body: "It's not clear. Looking at his last direction, it seems to be near the back garden."

"Thank you, Brother Liang, or else, please come in too, let's wait for Brother Chen together." Yun Jisang invited. "No, with Young Hero Yun here, Liang can rest assured that everything will go well." Liang Xideng said meaningfully, without stopping, just walked away with the lantern in his hand. In the distance, Yun Jisang found another red lantern walking slowly, which happened to be the same road as Liang Xideng.The two lanterns met halfway, stayed for a while, then separated and went in different directions. Who is that man?What did you talk to Liang Xideng? Yun Jisang was puzzled, but the lantern didn't stop, turned a corner halfway, and headed east.At this moment, the clapper of the early watch rang.

The crisp sound of clappers echoed in the night, empty and cold. Under the moonlight, Wang Zhenwu was walking with a big sword on his back, a lantern in his left hand, and a small jug in his right hand, walking in the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. A few night birds in the forest were awakened by his footsteps, screamed loudly and flew away.Wang Zhenwu stopped, looked back at them, shook his head, and continued to walk forward. Not far away is the barren yard that Ming Huan visited today. The faint light of the lantern can only illuminate the road in a radius of one zhang. Wang Zhenwu moved forward cautiously, pressing his right hand lightly on the handle of the broadsword. Finally, the stone house appeared in front of him. Wang Zhenwu looked at the stone house, his expression was alternately sad and remorseful: "It's here...it's the same as what Xiaomei said back then..." He lightly fiddled with the big brass lock, looked around for no one, took out a wire from his arms, and gently poked towards the brass lock. At this moment, a sharp wind howled and hit the back of his head! Wang Zhenwu tilted his head, and a ball of snowflakes exploded on the stone door. The heavy stone door was shaken slightly by this blow, which shows how powerful the snow ball is. "Who?" Wang Zhenwu shouted in a deep voice, and the sword came out of its sheath with a "clang". There was no answer, another snow ball roared from the opposite forest, heading straight for his face!Although it's just a snow ball, but judging from its coming momentum, if it is hit, it will definitely be knocked out! Wang Zhenwu raised his sword, and the snow ball hit the side of the sword, making the Jiuhuan sword hum.The sound of the big knife continued, "咻咻!" Amidst the sound, two snow balls flew towards with a sharp roar, one was blocked by Wang Zhenwu, and the other drew an arc, knocking out Wang Zhenwu's lantern in one fell swoop.All around suddenly plunged into darkness. Wang Zhenwu immediately crouched down, looking vigilantly at the dark forest ahead. It was quiet on the other side, and there was no snowball attacking him for a while. Wang Zhenwu gritted his teeth, and slowly backed out of the courtyard, and disappeared into the darkness. In the opposite forest, a pair of black boots turned out from behind the pine tree, stood still for a while, and retreated into the forest again. In the small wooden house, water vapor lingers. A huge rosewood barrel is placed in the middle of the wooden house, and a duckbill copper charcoal stove for heating is placed beside it, exuding blazing high temperature. Chen Qi was naked, huddled in the huge wooden barrel, shivering. In a trance, he returned to that moment in the day—— In the heavy snow, he walked and walked blankly. At some point, he came to a deserted grave. Every tomb is covered with white snow, and at a glance, it looks like a white hill exuding lifelessness. Walking through these tombs, he felt in a trance that he had become a ghost, and finally returned to his homeland after years of wandering. Suddenly, he stopped, stooped and hid behind a grave, looking nervously into the distance. There, a solitary grave has been dug up, and the black and yellow soil is particularly glaring in the white snow. A vague figure was standing by the grave, staring coldly at the coffin in the grave. What is that person doing? Has that grave been dug up? Have the secrets of the past been exposed? Did you see it yourself?still a dream? Yes, it is a dream. A nightmare from which you will not wake up. Why was he still so cowardly in the dream? He hated this cowardice, and cowardice laughed at him. The man suddenly looked towards him, and he hurriedly hid behind a tree, panting loudly. After a moment of silence, there was a chuckle from the grave, a weird laugh, like the wind crying. The laughter continued intermittently, getting louder and louder, and finally turned into a shrill scream like a ghost crying. A strange figure floated out of the tomb, and disappeared in the boundless snow in a blink of an eye. He found himself standing up tremblingly, walking towards the grave step by step. He felt that lying quietly there was a corpse that represented the past and destroyed everything for revenge. And the corpse is about to be resurrected. Don't go there!He screamed to himself in the back of his mind.Don't look at anything! But I still walked forward step by step, as if a tired traveler was persistently walking towards his destination.Finally, he stood by the grave and slowly looked down. Inside the tomb is a huge coffin, the heavy coffin lid has been lifted, shockingly exposing everything that time has hidden. What did you see?On that sunny afternoon three years ago... I was smiling, and Zhu Changming was beside me, and he was also smiling, but that smile was clearly a sneer... Where is Brother Jiru?He is with her... I gradually fell behind them... Wait, Zhu Changming and Brother Jiru are walking in front, what about her? He turned around and saw corpses all over the place. She was standing there with a sword in her hand, laughing, but she couldn't hear the laughter... He suddenly felt that someone seemed to be standing behind him, but he had no courage to turn around due to the great fear. From the corner of his eyes, a pale and bloodless hand was silently stretching forward from behind his head. out. That hand held a red silk thread, and at the end of the thread, the ghost on the bell smiled strangely at him. He was strangely aware that he had turned into that bell, just looking at his horrified and desperate face swinging in the air like that. "Ding--" "Ah——" he woke up and yelled in horror: "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything,...don't come to pester me...go away! Brother Jiru, I'm here to see you, I came to see you. But, where are you? That woman also came... She is a ghost, a ghost, a ghost... Wherever she goes, the ghost will come to haunt you... Chang Ming, Chang Ming he He's dead... Changming is dead..." He muttered some vague words in his mouth, his voice getting lower and lower. Finally, he stopped and wept softly. The wind outside the window was very low, as if talking about something. Suddenly, he heard something.Looking back, on the snow-white prism window, the moonlight is like weaving, and the sparse shadows of the trees fall on it, swaying slightly. He shook his head, relaxed, and submerged his head in the hot water as if to escape.After holding his breath for a long time, he spit out the bubbles one by one, and watched them float up and shatter in the water. Suddenly, something seemed to flash past the surface of the water. Chen Qi suddenly popped his body out of the water, causing a large splash of water. He looked around nervously, the room was silent except for the sound of his breathing. Behind him, a black figure was standing on the snow-white window paper. Zhuo Anjie guarded Ming Huan by herself, but her heart was not at peace.With her martial arts wisdom, she doesn't take the so-called ghost haunting bell seriously.She was worried about the safety of Yun Jisang and Ming Huan.From her eyes, she could see that her junior had suffered a very serious internal injury, and there was no possibility of recovery in a short time.It's just that this time the murder happened at his teacher's house, and he absolutely had no reason to stand by and watch.The master and the apprentice had one child and one injury, how well they took care of them made her frown. Unknowingly, there has been a little burden and a little worry in the originally unrestrained life. Is this the feeling of caring in your heart?It's not bad either... In the silence, a desolate flute sounded slowly in the courtyard of Wei Mansion. The low and melodious tune made the desolate night even more gloomy. Zhuo Anjie listened quietly and poured herself a drink, quite at ease. There were clear footsteps outside. "Who?" She stopped and asked in a low voice. "It's me." A low voice came from outside. "It's Mrs. Wei, please come in." Zhuo Anjie opened the door and welcomed Xie Qingfang in the gold-rimmed ink fox fur. "I'll come and see Ming Huan, and I'll ask You Qing for some advice." Xie Qingfang's face was a little pale, and the smile on his face was quite forced.As she spoke, she took off her fur coat, revealing a dark green five-silk satin dress underneath.Under the light, it looks like a newly bloomed black chrysanthemum. "Junior Brother has gone out and will be back in a while, Mrs. Wei, sit down for a while." Zhuo Anjie said politely. "Oh." Xie Qingfang could not conceal the disappointment in her tone. What did she come to see her junior brother for?Zhuo Anjie muttered in her heart.Could it be that she has taken a fancy to me, a foolish junior, and wants to run around at night?Thinking of himself, he also felt ridiculous, and a smile could not help showing on his lips. Xie Qingfang sighed and said, "Nvxia Zhuo, I really envy you. You can roam the rivers and lakes freely, and you can completely ignore other people's eyes." "How can it be so light? People's words are terrifying, and people's hearts can kill. Traveling in the rivers and lakes, it sounds nice, but in the end, isn't it a homeless and lonely woman?" Zhuo Anjie said calmly. Xie Qingfang said apologetically, "Unexpectedly, Lady Zhuo is also a sad person." "Sad?" Zhuo Anjie couldn't help laughing, "I'm afraid I have no intention to hurt. The cardamom years are like water. What is left now is just a walking dead." Xie Qingfang's complexion changed slightly, and she smiled immediately: "I misunderstood you. Presumably you are also the one who likes to have fun while suffering." Zhuo Anjie clapped her hands together: "This is apt words, enjoyment in bitterness, but how many women in this world are born without suffering? Even if they were born in a wealthy family, they have to look at men's eyes and do things all day long, and try their best to please them." The mother-in-law is happy, and the sister-in-law likes it. If there is something wrong, they will be reprimanded, and there will be gossip, accusations and scolding. Those three have learned from the university of four virtues, and they really have to learn for a lifetime. How many can survive? It’s not the fault of those poor settlers who let go of their temperament, pulled their faces down, and scolded the world to dissect everything clearly, but no one dared to provoke them.” Xie Qingfang said dejectedly: "That's right, since I was born as a woman, it is very difficult and difficult to live in peace and happiness for the rest of my life. If you promise someone else, all your thoughts are on your husband, and you have nothing to do with yourself. It's just that there is love and righteousness. What comes is not necessarily a good beginning and a good end. It is said that the fate of a beauty is not good. If you think that a beauty is fleeting like a flower blooming and withering, and if it is ruined by wind and rain, its life is like a hanging thread. Is there any reason for that?" Zhuo Anjie smiled and said: "You speak too bitterly, but you can't bear to listen." She took out a wine gourd and shook it at her, "Come on, let's have a drink. Let the world of mortals be full of love, and I will take the wine gourd for a while." Dongli, take a break." Xie Qingfang shook her head instinctively at first, and then she showed a slight emotion. Jokingly, Zhuo Anjie threw the wine gourd to her. Xie Qingfang was holding a wine gourd, neither standing nor sitting, after sneaking a glance outside, she took a big sip from the gourd, took a long breath after drinking, her face was tender and rosy. The two looked at each other and smiled, talking more and more speculatively. "You two are so excited." The two were chatting excitedly, but a faint voice sounded at the door. Xie Qingfang hastily put the gourd on the table, and put it on violently for a while, even though she left her hand, the gourd was still spinning endlessly on the table. "Where, Yuren is in a good mood, the door is closed due to heavy snow, and he has to visit late at night. So don't you need to participate in the contract?" Zhuo Anjie said calmly. The person who came was indeed that beautiful female Taoist priest. At this moment, she was wearing a black Taoist robe, which made her skin like snow, and she had a special charm.She flicked the fly whisk in her hand, greeted the two of them first, and said: "I know that Miss Cui has encountered something unclean, and my master has some ways to deal with it. This time I came here, I just want to Do your best." Zhuo Anjie nodded and said: "I almost forgot that the real person is a disciple of Emei Yucheng. According to legends in the world, Yucheng is a real person with Taoism and magic. I think this ghost's little tricks are not in the eyes of the Fang family." Yu Chenji smiled slightly, sat down beside Ming Huan, touched Ming Huan's forehead with his hand, felt her pulse again, and opened her eyelids to look.After pondering for a moment, he said: "Miss Cui should be fine, but she was frightened and couldn't recover for a while. It will be fine when I clean her up with my true energy." "Oh, then there will be Lao Daoist." Zhuo Anjie smiled lightly. I saw that Yu Chenji first took out the silver needle and used it on Jiexi, Lidui and other acupoints, and then stretched out his hand to press the palm on Ming Huan's Fenglong acupoint and rubbed lightly. The room was very quiet, neither Xie Qingfang nor Zhuo Anjie dared to disturb Yu Chenji to administer the needle. After a while, Ming Huan's eyelids twitched slightly, and finally opened slowly. When she saw the people around her, she first shrank slightly, and then softly called: "Xi Gu..." Zhuo Anjie sat down beside her, held her little hand, and said softly: "It's okay, Ming Huan, Shigu is here." "Where's Xifu?" Ming Huan asked instinctively. "Your master has found a way to catch the bad guys, and he will be back in a while." Zhuo Anjie comforted her. "By the way, I saw Wang Butou just now, and he said that Shaoxia Yun was at Chen Qi's place. Could it be that he has some clues?" Yu Chenji asked casually while arranging the silver needles. "Youqing is at Zitong's place? Then I'll go find him." Xie Qingfang said anxiously, and hurriedly said goodbye and left. "Madam Wei seems to be in a hurry. She forgot to take the lanterns. It happened that Pindao forgot the lanterns when she was going out. You might as well use them." Yu Chenji mentioned the lantern Xie Qingfang had brought when he came. "After all, you are a person in the world, how can you be as leisurely as Yuren." Zhuo Anjie said flatly. "Since Miss Cui is fine, I will take my leave." Yu Chen stood up and said. "Oh, that's good. Thank you so much for the real person. The real person's medicine can cure the disease. If you think that you have encountered evil spirits like this, you must have treated a lot of patients?" Zhuo Anjie asked casually. "Nv Xia Zhuo was joking." Yu Chenji bowed lightly, then floated away with the red lantern in hand. The sound of the flute began to become deeper and deeper, and the dark sound of the flute fluctuated up and down, confusing and confusing. With the sound of the flute, the road in the darkness seemed to become difficult to identify, and Wang Yansi often stumbled and stepped into the snow on the side of the road.Soon, the boots were wet and the toes felt pin-prickly chills.He stomped lightly to remove the snow from his boots, cursed, and moved on. "Who's there?" A calm male voice came from the front. "It's me, Wang Yansi." He replied loudly. "Captain Wang, it's so late at night. The master has already fallen asleep. If you have something to do, please come back tomorrow." The man replied calmly. Wang Yansi heard that person's voice familiar, and hurriedly said: "It's Steward Yang, right? I'm not here to see Duke Wei, but I just want to ask if Chen Qi has been here before." "Chen Qi?" Yang Shizhen's voice seemed quite surprised, "What is he doing here? The master rested very early, and no one has ever been here." Then, the butler came out holding an oil lamp , under the dim light, a suit of green clothes seemed to blend in faintly with the night. Wang Yansi looked at Keng Ranju not far away, and it was really pitch black. "So that's it. I'm sorry for disturbing Wang." Wang Yansi was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped and asked, "Butler Yang, when did you come here?" Yang Shizhen said displeased: "I've been staying here since half an hour ago and never left. What's the matter?" "Where, I just didn't expect Steward Yang to be so loyal to protect the lord, Wang admires it." Wang Yansi laughed, "I wonder how long Steward Yang has been in the Wei residence?" "Three years." Yang Shizhen replied calmly. "Three years..." Wang Yansi thought about it and asked, "I wonder if Steward Yang had already entered the Wei Mansion when Wei Jiru, the eldest son of the Wei Mansion, passed away?" Yang Shizhen thought for a while and said, "The villain only entered the Wei residence about three months after the eldest son passed away." "Oh, I remember Mrs. Wei had just married Mrs. Wei at that time, right?" "Exactly, the madam was originally the master's confidante, and she married the master just to appease the pain of the bereavement of the master." Yang Shizhen bowed. "Did Steward Yang know Mrs. Wei before he entered the Wei residence?" Wang Yansi asked meaningfully. "No, the villain came to the town after my wife married the master, because at that time the original housekeeper of the Wei Mansion was sick and returned home, and the master treated him wisely, so he was given the post of housekeeper." Yang Shizhen denied it. "So that's the case." Wang Yansi nodded, and suddenly asked again: "Then Madam Wei and the eldest son have known each other before?" Yang Shizhen's expression changed, and his tone turned sharp: "Why did Catcher Wang ask such a question?" "It's nothing, Wang was just curious about the death of the eldest son, so he asked a few more questions." Wang Yansi explained calmly. Yang Shizhen stared sharply at Wang Yansi for a long while, then snorted and said, "When madam first met master, the eldest son was studying abroad, so there were not many opportunities to meet him. After the eldest son fell ill, madam has been taking care of master. For the eldest son, until his death. The eldest son respects his wife very much, and has always been called an aunt, and there is no innocence between the two of you. Don't think wrongly, Wang Butou!" "It's pure and clear..." Wang Yansi smiled slightly, "It's Mr. Wang who is worrying too much, the housekeeper is not to blame. By the way, it is difficult to travel at night. I wonder if Steward Yang has a lantern here? Wang came in a hurry, but he forgot." "It's a trivial matter, the lanterns are always kept in the side room. Wang Butou just go there and pick one up." Yang Shizhen said. "Thank you so much, Steward Yang." Wang Yansi cupped his hands and walked to the side room. There was no light in the room, so Wang Yansi took out a fire pocket and lit it. In the faint firelight, the shadows in the room tilted strangely.A few lanterns were randomly placed on the Peng Yakang table at one side, and they lost their light like corpses without souls, exuding inexplicable dead air. Wang Yansi picked up a lantern, looked at it, put it down again, and raised the middle one to light it up. A red light suddenly lit up in the room, illuminating Wang Yansi's satisfied smiling face. The sound of the flute was long and sobbing, as if mourning for something lost. Amidst the sound of the flute, Xie Qingfang walked slowly on the winding path alone.Her expression was a little dazed, and her beautiful eyebrows were gently locked with a touch of sadness, leaving only a little cinnabar in the middle of her brows, which was magnificently red. She walked for a while, lowered her body, held a ball of snow in her right hand, held it tightly for a moment, then gently spread her palm out, watching the snow gradually melt into the white jade-like hand under the moonlight , can't help being crazy. "Is it Shi Niang?" Yun Jisang's voice suddenly came from the front. Xie Qingfang hurriedly threw away the snow in her hand, wiped her hand on Luo Qun embarrassingly, and put her back behind her back: "Is it Youqing? Aren't you at Zitong's place? Why did you come out?" Seeing her childlike actions, Yun Jisang felt warm in his heart: "I waited for a long time, so I came out to look around. How did Master know?" "I went to find Youqing, and happened to meet Yu Zhenren who also went to see Ming Huan. She told me." Xie Qingfang said hastily. "Yu Zhenren?" Yun Jisang was slightly taken aback, "I don't know what business Mrs. Shi is looking for students?" Xie Qingfang hesitated for a moment and said, "No hurry, let's go into the room and talk." Yun Jisang nodded and said: "That's fine too. Teacher please." After speaking, he carried a lantern and walked ahead, leading the way for Xie Qingfang. "Youqing, can you lend me your lantern? I forgot my lantern with your senior sister. The road is too dark, so I'm a little scared." Xie Qingfang whispered behind him. Yun Jisang smiled and handed her the lantern. After receiving the lantern, Xie Qingfang relaxed a lot: "This flute is really good. At the beginning, the master was also a master at flute tasting. We met at the beginning because we both love flute..." She sighed. "Yes, if the teacher was happy back then, he would often play a song for our students after the banquet. The sound of the flute was so beautiful that Chang Ming would compose poems to praise each time..." Yun Jisang also recalled melancholy with. "Unfortunately, he has been unwell for the past few years, and I haven't heard his flute for a long time." Xie Qingfang said blankly. Yun Jisang suddenly remembered that Wei Jiru was also very good at flute, but he didn't know if it was taught by his teacher. At this moment, the flute sound suddenly stopped. The two walked in silence for a while, and in the distance, there seemed to be some voice coming from the darkness.They couldn't help but stopped at the same time. There was another sound, this time Yun Jisang heard it clearly, it was clearly a woman's scream. Xie Qingfang looked at Yun Jisang with a pale face. "Let's go!" Yun Jisang didn't dare to leave Xie Qingfang alone, and could only rush anxiously with her to the place where the screams sounded. "Where is that place over there?" Yun Jisang asked anxiously as he walked. Xie Qingfang couldn't keep up with her footsteps, so she took a few steps and panted, "There is a small wooden house next to the firewood house, which is a special place for foreign guests to take a bath." Yun Jisang let out an "ah", and then remembered that Chen Qi used to go to take a bath alone whenever he was in a bad mood, how could he forget about it?Regretful, the pace is faster. The wind suddenly picked up, causing the lantern in Xie Qingfang's hand to sway violently, dragging the light and shadow around her.The snow on the branches fell one after another, forming white waterfalls that kept falling on both sides of the road, like a ghost path leading to the underworld. The snow fell to the neck and melted again, it was icy cold to the bone. After walking slowly for about a cup of tea, the wind became more and more violent, whistling and rolling up a large swath of snow and mist. In this gray and white curtain, faint yellow lights and messy figures were swaying, low and low. The human voice was blown intermittently by the wind, as if the ghosts on the way to the underworld were whispering their last words. Yun Jisang stopped, stuffed the sleeves that had been blown up high by the wind into his belt, took a deep breath, and walked forward slowly. When I walked to the light, I realized that the people in the light were Liang Xideng, Wang Zhenwu and Yu Chenji. The three of them were standing there quietly, watching the situation inside the wooden house.Under the light, the expressions on their faces were very dim and difficult to discern, as if everyone was wearing a mask that flickered on and off. Wang Yansi stood at the door of the hut with a serious expression, interrogating a woman who was weeping in a low voice, and upon closer inspection, she turned out to be Aunt Xu.Her cry was low and indistinguishable in the wind, sometimes it sounded like crying, sometimes it sounded like she was laughing. Yun Jisang settled his mind, took a step forward, and asked in a low voice: "Wang arrests the head, but Zi told him..." Wang Yansi did not answer, but nodded silently. Yun Jisang felt a pain in his heart, and pushed open the door.In the narrow wooden house, water vapor filled the air, and Chen Qi was lying naked in the bucket, twisting strangely.His face was terrified, his eyes were rolled up, his hands were stretched into the air, his fingers spread out, as if he was about to reach for something. Yun Jisang walked into the house, and after only a few steps, there was a "dingling" under his feet.He bent down and picked up the ringing object from the ground, which turned out to be a small ghost bell.Yun Jisang stuffed the bell into his bosom, and when he looked around, he saw ghost bells scattered all over the ground.A gust of wind blew in from the door, and there was a loud ringing of bells in the house. Yun Jisang looked up and saw countless ghost bells hung with red silk threads on the low roof, and the ghost faces on the bells swayed in the steaming mist, mocking him coldly. Yun Jisang walked to the wooden barrel and closed Chen Qitu's open eyes with his hands.He reached into the bucket, tested the temperature of the water, and fell into deep thought. After a while, Wang Yansi came behind him and said in a deep voice: "I asked Mrs. Xu, she said that Chen Qi found her earlier today and asked her to prepare firewood, and he wanted to take a bath. Mrs. Xu will follow what he said. After getting the things ready, I left, just now I thought that Chen Qi had finished washing and came to clean up the house." "When did that happen?" Yun Jisang asked. "About an hour ago." Wang Yansi replied. Yun Jisang gently rubbed the thumb and middle finger of his left hand: "The firewood was prepared an hour ago, but the water is still hot now. Could it be that he didn't take a bath at that time, but did something else, and then Did you come back here to take a bath? But, no one else in Wei Mansion has seen Zitong before?" "Look, young hero Yiyun, when was Chen Qi killed?" Wang Yansi asked. "When Aunt Xu entered the room, was the door closed?" Yun Jisang asked rhetorically. Wang Yan thought for a while and said, "No, she said that when she saw the light on in the house, she yelled twice, then pushed the door and went in. It can be seen that the door is not locked." Yun Jisang said softly: "The door is not locked, so it can be seen that the murderer committed the crime inside the house. Because the body was soaked in hot water, it is impossible to judge the time of the murder from the body. But the house is full of steam, and the water temperature in the bucket is still high From this point of view, the murderer should have committed the crime within a quarter of an hour." After speaking, he looked up at the ghost bells hanging in the air, "It seems that the murderer stayed here for a long time after committing the crime. Look, Catcher Wang, there are nearly a hundred ghost bells in this house. I don't understand. It would take at least a quarter of an hour for anyone to hang so many ghost bells in the house. Why did the murderer take the risk of being discovered? , to do such a troublesome thing?" Wang Yansi also looked up at those ghost bells: "Looking at it like this, it seems to be doing some kind of ceremony." "Wang Butou means that Zitong was used as a sacrifice?" Yun Jisang raised his eyebrows. "When I came to Wei Mansion last time, Mr. Liang told me something about Bimo. I went back and asked someone to ask carefully." Wang Yansi picked up a ghost bell from the ground, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. It seems to be able to see some secret from it. "Oh? I would like to hear more about it." "Bimo is the Luoluo language, that is, the elder who recites scriptures, and is also a priest who specializes in praise, prayer, and sacrifice in the mountain people. It is said that Bimo is knowledgeable, supernatural, and able to communicate with gods and ghosts. And the magic tools commonly used by Bimo It is the stick, the sutra calligraphy fan, the Fa hat, and the Fa bell." As he spoke, Wang Yansi shook the bell in his hand lightly, and the bell made a strange sound, which was very different from the usual misty and clear.Wang Yansi curled his lips, threw the bell on the ground, and continued: "The stick is like a forest, and the divine bell is like thunder. Faling, also known as 'Biju' in Luoluo language, is used by Bimo to communicate with ghosts and gods, to descend It is a monster. According to legend, three giant cypress trees grew on the land of Ville Qiongbu, the ancestor of Luoluo. On each cypress tree hung a cluster of red bell ears, and on each cluster of red bell ears, there were four dharma. bell." "Four?" Yunji Sangqi said, "But there is only one bell hanging here." "There are reasons for this." Wang Yansi raised his head and took off a ghost bell from the window sill and rang it, this time the bell sounded much clearer. "Back then, Qiongbu Alu, the master of the first generation of Bimo, took a white rooster to sacrifice to heaven, and prayed for the Dharma bell. As he wished, the red-tipped gray bell fell down, but he didn't want to fall into the source of sunlight, and then passed by The moonlight layer, the blue sky layer, the blue sky layer, the yellow cloud layer, the black cloud layer, the white cloud layer, the cloud mist layer, the thick cloud layer and the gale layer, the Falings were finally lost, and three of the four Falings fell on Tanglang Mountain. Lu got it. The remaining one fell into Erbinini and became Suni's magic weapon." "Sunny?" Yunji Sangqi said. "That's right, Suni. This Suni is also a wizard in the Luoluo tribe. It's just that his status is not as high as that of Bimo. Suni is best at two things, one of which is exorcising ghosts. It is said that Suni exorcises ghosts and summons souls. Bimo is stronger, the reason lies in the Dharma bell, and the second is because he is good at flying." "Good at flying?" Yun Jisang's mind suddenly flashed the murderer's footprints that were missing on the snow when Zhu Changming was killed. "The Bo people are good at flying, and there are records in the Han Dynasty. When King Wu defeated Zhou, the Bo people swore to be Muye, and because of the 'flying technique', they helped Zhou destroy Yin and made great contributions to the kingdom." Wang Yansi smiled, "Bimo的法铃经阿都尔普、乌阿阿鲁之手一直传到阿苏拉则手中，后来拉则石色父女俩经过斯义洛戈时，被阿孜恩莫家织布桩所阻，不得不将神经五具，哦，也就是法扇、法笠、签筒、经书和法铃从织机上方掷过去。毕摩的神铃便在那时飘走了，从此遗失。后来毕摩的法铃便都是重新铸制的，也便失去了神力。而苏尼的那个法铃却一直流传下来，只是他们保存甚秘，外人不曾得见。” “王捕头的意思，是说平安镇上作怪的，极有可能便是苏尼的法铃？”云寄桑问。 “的确有这个可能。”王延思斟酌着道，“正德年间罗罗十八寨谋反，朝廷曾派大军镇压。那一战苏尼的鬼铃之术曾经要了不少军中将士的性命。只是从那时起，朝廷对苏尼及毕摩都大力缉拿，鬼铃的消息便渐渐少了。” “这法铃的事不知梁先生是如何知晓的？”云寄桑若有所思地道。 王延思哼了一声：“谁知道？这位梁先生可不是一般的人。云少侠想必也看得出来吧。” “梁先生所谋不小，在下自然是晓得的。”云寄桑说完，和王延思默契地对视了一眼，心照不宣地笑了。 王延思走出屋门，凝视着在场众人。 云寄桑这才发现，唐磐不知何时也赶到了，此刻正沉着脸，站在梁樨登背后。 一边，王延思大声道：“诸位！魏府今夜又出血案。嘿嘿，当真是给王某人面子啊！凶手不消说，便是杀死朱长明之人，是以十有八九还在这魏府之中。想必不需王某多说，各位自将自己今夜的行踪说一下吧！” 王振武跨出一步，大声道：“老夫方才离开后到魏府外打了点酒，然后便回来，想去找魏老哥喝一杯。只是魏夫人说魏老哥身子不适，已经睡下了。我就离开铿然居，自己回去喝酒去了。” “不知老镖头是何时离开铿然居的？”王延思问。 “大约一个时辰前吧。”王振武道。 “那时你可曾看到杨管家？”王延思又问。 “杨管家？”王振武一愣，随即肯定地道：“没有，没看到他。” “那老镖头自己在房中喝酒，可有人为你作证吗？”王延思又问。 王振武想了想：“作证么，我喝酒时倒是看到外边那个哑巴在打扫门口的积雪。当时我喝得兴起，还特意喊了他一声，他却没有抬头。” “也就是说，那哑巴并没有看到你。”王延思道。 “看到了，没看到，谁知道呢，只有他自己清楚了。”王振武嘟哝着说。 “你看到哑仆是什么时候的事？” “这个么，让我想想……”王振武挠了挠头，“老夫当时喝得多了些，想来不过半个时辰以前。” “那哑仆一直在你门口打扫么？” “是啊，他将附近路上的积雪都清了，虽然我看不到，可我喝酒的时候，他扫雪的声音一直都响着。”王振武道，“没错，虽然我的头有些晕，可他扫雪的声音一直都很清楚。对了，喝酒的时候，我曾经听到外边似乎有人经过，还特意向窗外看了一眼，只是黑咕隆咚的，什么都没看清……” “这样……那老镖头又是如何赶到这里的？”云寄桑在一边问道。 王振武道：“就在刚才，我听到有人惨叫。这才从屋里出来，从我那里到这个小屋，也不过半柱香（两分半钟）工夫就到了。半路上我还碰到了王捕头，咱们两人是一起到的。” 王延思点头道：“没错，我是在半路碰到王老镖头的，当时我从铿然居赶过来，那个方向路上只有我们二人，没有再遇到其他人。” “那老镖头出来时，可曾看到那个哑仆？”云寄桑问。 “哑仆？”王振武微微一愣：“这个，好像倒是没有，想来那时他已经走了。” “老镖头不是说一直听到他扫雪的声音么，那声音是何时停了的？”云寄桑又问。 “这个么……那声音刚听片刻，我便听到惨叫声了。”王振武回忆道，“也不过一柱香的样子。” “一炷香……”云寄桑陷入了沉思。 “魏夫人，你又是从哪里过来的？”王延思转向谢清芳问道。 谢清芳犹豫了一下，道：“我方才服侍老爷睡下后，便到了幼清那里找他，只是他刚好不在。我和卓女侠说了会儿话，鱼真人便赶来了。我得知幼清在子通那里，便匆匆赶了过去。刚遇到幼清，便听到徐嫂的惨叫了。” “魏夫人是何时到云少侠住处的？”王延思问。 谢清芳想了想：“大约半个时辰前。” “那又是何时离开的？” “离开么，大概是半刻前（十五分钟）。” “从云少侠的住处到陈启的住处，中途刚好路过这个小屋。魏夫人可曾听见什么动静？”王延思紧盯着她道。 谢清芳略显紧张地摇了摇头：“我什么都没听到。这小屋虽然离路上近，却在一边的岔路上，况且有树挡着，我经过时根本看不到。” 云寄桑在一边想了想道：“师娘说的是，只是师娘若是从我那里过来的话，该和鱼真人同路才对，为何你却没有看到她？” 谢清芳忙道：“我离开的时候，鱼真人还在给明欢看病。想必我离开后不久她便也离开了，这才没有遇到。” “鱼真人？”王延思望向鱼辰机。 “魏夫人离开不到盏茶功夫，贫道也离开了。只是当时贫道是想回自己的住所，和魏夫人并不同路。只是半路上听到有人惨叫，这才赶了过来。”鱼辰机从容地道。 “如此说来，真人路上也是什么人都没有看到喽？”王延思怀疑地道。 鱼辰机微微一笑：“我在半路上赶过来时，却是看到梁先生的。当时他和我在正好路口碰上，咱们两人同时听到了徐嫂的惨叫声，才一起赶过来的。” “鱼真人说的路口可是有一群太湖石的那个？”云寄桑问。 "good." “这么说来，王老镖头也应路过那个路口才对吧？”云寄桑凝视着王振武道，“从老镖头的住处到这里，刚好要路过那个路口。” “不错，老夫是路过了，不过老夫是先赶来的，想来那时梁老弟和鱼真人还没碰上。”王振武手捋须髯说。 “梁先生今夜行程又是如何呢？莫非又是到处看雪景去了？”没等云寄桑继续问下去，王延思却向梁樨登问道。 “王捕头忘了，大约一个时辰前咱们两人还在碰过面呢。”梁樨登摇动着手中的纸扇。 王延思哼了一声：“不错，可那之后呢？” “那时你不是说要找陈启老弟吗，我便到他的住处帮你看看，还和云少侠打了个照面呢。” 云寄桑点头道：“确有此事，大约在一个时辰前梁先生的确到过子通那里，和我说了两句话后便离开了，那时正是初更时分。” “一个时辰，那之后呢？” “随后梁某便继续到处找陈启老弟，却始终未曾得见。不得已便想回自己的住处歇息了，谁知刚好碰到鱼真人。”梁樨登坦然道。 “这其中梁先生可曾遇到其他人么？”王延思问。 “有啊，我和云少侠道别后在半路看到了唐磐唐先生，还和他打了个招呼。当时他提着盏红色的灯笼突然从林子后面闪出来，还吓了我一跳呢。”梁樨登夸张地抚着胸口道。 王延思又看向唐磐：“唐先生，果真如此吗？” 唐磐哼了一声：“不错。” “那唐先生晚上出来又不知为了何事？”王延思盯着他问。 “当时老夫有事和魏公商量，便去找他。到他那里却只见杨管家在守着，当时杨管家说魏公身子不适，已经休息了，我就离开了。回去后一个人闲得无聊，就吹了一会儿箫。”唐磐声音低沉地道。 “原来那箫声是出自唐先生，唐先生什么时候也学会品箫了？”谢清芳诧异地道。 “唐某刚刚学会不久。”唐磐面无表情地回答。 “唐先生大才，妾身受教了。”谢清芳向唐磐微微一福。 唐磐还了一礼，嘴角却不禁露出自得的微笑。 云寄桑若有所思地道：“箫声一直到徐嫂的叫声前才停，看来先生是没有嫌疑了。” “老夫哪里来的嫌疑！”唐磐哼了一声，盯着梁樨登道：“倒是某人，说是四处找人，谁知去做了些什么勾当！” “可惜，梁某人这半个时辰前碰到了魏安老爷子，这半个时辰都和他老人家在一起，一柱香前才和他分开，所以梁某也是清白的。”梁樨登微笑道，手中的折扇摇得更急了。 唐磐哼了一声，没有继续反驳。 “王捕头，既然大家都已经说明了行踪，就先让大家到客厅内休息一下吧。今夜就不要分开了，免得再遭那凶手的毒手。我们先到老师那里看看……”云寄桑在一边忧心忡忡地道。的确，此刻他最惦念的，便是老师魏省曾的安危了。 “也好。”王延思点了点头，“各位，就请按云少侠所说，先到客厅内休息吧。” “鱼真人，麻烦你去通知师姐一声。”云寄桑又向鱼辰机叮嘱道。 鱼辰机向他轻轻的一揖，默默地随着众人去了。 灯笼的团团光芒掩映下，几个人渐渐远去。 “什么？陈启死了？”杨世贞惊呼。 云寄桑并未立即去见魏省曾，而是先去见了管家杨世贞，此刻，他们几人正坐在偏房中。 “不错，他也是死在鬼缠铃之下，换句话说，杀死他的和杀死朱长明的凶手是同一个人！”王延思盯着他道。 “他是什么时候死的？”杨世贞急问道。 “从凶案现场看，他应该是死在半个时辰之内。也就是说，他是在王某和杨管家道别后死的，这期间可有人在此出入么？”王延思问道。 杨世贞默默地摇了摇头，他的目光落在地面上，似乎在思索着什么。 “杨管家可是想到了什么？”云寄桑在一边问道。 杨世贞被他唤得一愣：“啊，没什么，只是我今日早些时候，曾经看到那个哑仆在帮徐嫂搬柴，想必就是为了陈启沐浴准备的。” 王延思点头道：“徐嫂说过，一个时辰前便为陈启备好了热水，只是不知他何时开始洗的。”他想了想又问：“当时杨管家曾说半个时辰前到的铿然居，想必魏夫人离开时应该和杨管家打过招呼了吧？” 杨世贞摇头道：“不曾，当时我正在偏房里。只是看到夫人提着灯笼出去了，当时看她颇有心事的样子，便没有贸然上前招呼。” “原来如此。”王延思大有深意地望着他道，“那想必魏老先生也不曾和杨管家照面喽？” 杨世贞摇头道：“那倒不是，大约一刻钟前，老爷突然觉得口渴，唤我给他烧了杯茶。” “烧茶？”云寄桑一愣，向旁边望去，果然，屋里的炉子上，一把青铜茶壶正冒着微微的热气。 突然，他的目光落在了墙角的一个白色布袋上。忽然想起鱼辰机说过，朱长明被杀的那日，她曾经见过谢清芳提着一个白色的袋子，莫非就是此物？想到这里，他起身将那个袋子拿起。 袋子是布制的，非常普通。打开袋子看了看，里面空无一物，只有几片梧桐叶的残片。云寄桑记得谢清芳说过当时她去取药，这袋子想必便是她装药的，只不知是什么药？便举起袋子放在鼻端闻了闻，却并无任何味道。心中失望，便将袋子重新放下。 “杨管家，我怕凶手再利用铃声做掩护，从今天起，魏府所有的鬼铃都要摘下，这样一来，只要凶手再携带鬼铃，定会露出马脚。”王延思要求道。 “这个……”杨世贞犹豫了一下，终于点头道，“好吧，我这就吩咐人去做。” “外面是什么人？”屋里传来魏省曾苍老的声音。 “云少侠，这个消息恐怕只有你来说了。”王延思低声道。 me?云寄桑心中怅然，自己又该如何跟老师谈起呢？ 放下灯笼，迈着沉重的步子，他向铿然居缓步走去。 刚一推开门，便看到魏省曾身着内衣，披着长衫坐在书桌前，手里拿着《左传》中的恒公卷，借着烛光仔细地读着。一杯香茶正在桌上冒出袅袅的水汽。看他进来，魏省曾将书放下，有些疑惑地问：“幼清？怎么这么晚来，有事么？” 看着灯下那老迈疲倦的面容，云寄桑不知怎的，觉得老师有些陌生起来。 “老师……是子通他，他刚刚被鬼缠铃杀害了……”他有些迟疑地道。 片刻之后，苍老的哭声低低地响起。哭声虽然不大，但其中深沉的伤痛和凄凉却令人悲恻不已。 屋外的王延思叹息了一声，望向天边。 一轮明月不知何时升起，冷冷地注视着这人间的惨剧。 注：本书计时：一天十二个时辰（后来也按初正分为二十四个时辰）；一个时辰为今两个小时；若按十二个时辰算，一个时辰划分为四刻，一刻即半小时（若是按二十四时辰算，一天即九十六刻，一刻为十五分钟，此法明末出现，这也是现代计时的基础，本书并未采用）；一刻有三盏茶，一盏茶即十分钟；一盏茶有两柱香,一柱香有五分，；一分一分即是现在的一分钟，有六弹指,一弹指有十刹那。一刹那就是一秒钟。