Chapter 1439 Photographing the Disaster Woman
Hearing that the Marquis of Zhennan was also there, Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie raised his brows slightly. This was inconsistent with the clues Jiang Cheng had brought. If the Marquis of Zhennan was still in the mansion, who was killed last night? What exactly was carried away in the coffin?
But now they couldn’t help but think too much. A group of people followed General Yuwen to the outside of Fuzhong Yizhuang. At this moment, many people were already waiting outside Yizhuang. A luxuriously decorated sedan was located in the center, covered with a There is a huge gauze umbrella tent. It is getting late now and there is no sunlight. The people in the sedan seem to be living in another world.
Through the gauze umbrella tent, one can vaguely see a figure sitting in the sedan chair. The figure is very thin, giving the impression that he is close to the Marquis of Zhennan.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng quickly took a few steps forward, but was stopped by a guard on the side. The guard was armed with a sword and full of evil spirits. Jiang Cheng did not rush in. He bowed far away in the direction of the person in the sedan and said loudly: "I've seen you before." Mr. Hou.”
The person in the sedan seemed to have heard Jiang Cheng's greeting, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand towards General Yuwen's position.
The movements of the people in the sedan revealed a feeling of weakness, as if the end was approaching.
Seeing the Marquis waving his hand, General Yuwen immediately led Jiang Cheng and his party to open the gate of Yizhuang.
With the sound of "squeak--", the old wooden door of Yizhuang was pushed open, and everyone's hearts immediately lifted. I don't know if it was because of the weather, but Yizhuang looked more and more... It was dilapidated, with withered vegetation around it hidden in the darkness, and the diverging branches were like withered arms, pointing feebly at the sky.
The fat man looked around cautiously. It was clear that it had only been one day since he last came, but this village seemed to have been deserted for ten years. This was not just as simple as it seemed.
Everyone felt like a fat man, as if something terrible had happened in this charity village after they left.
Thinking of the man who died mysteriously in this yizhuang, tonight's mission was cast with a gloomy shadow before it even started.
Suddenly, Zhang Qizheng, who was walking in the front, stopped, and everyone's breathing quickened.
After entering the gate of Yizhuang, there was a whole mourning hall not far away. At this moment, a "creaking" sound suddenly sounded in the originally silent and dark mourning hall, and at the same time there was a swaying sound. The shadow was clearly reflected on the door sticker, as if a lying person stood up.
Yes. But where is this place?
This is the righteous village of the Hou Mansion, and there are dead people lying inside!
The sight in front of him stopped General Yuwen, who was leading the way, but a few seconds later, General Yuwen's voice sounded, "Masters, don't panic, the guardian of Yizhuang is in the mourning hall, tonight's mission It's up to the guardian The masters arranged it. "
Although General Yuwen said it lightly, Jiang Cheng didn't look relaxed when he saw it, and General Yuwen's hand unconsciously touched the saber at his waist. This was subconsciously noticed. Dangerous move.
General Yuwen spoke a few words quickly, then turned and left. As General Yuwen walked out of Yizhuang, the door was immediately closed from the outside.
At this time, apart from Jiang Cheng and others, there were only the so-called mourners left in the mourning hall.
As the candlelight flickered, the figures in the mourning hall became more and more illusory, as if another gust of wind would blow them away.
"Is the person here a human or a ghost?" Zhu Jie asked in a low voice, and the successive blows made her quietly lose her sense of proportion.
Tang Qisheng frowned and turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng, "Mr. Jiang, the last time we came here, the woman who led the way seemed to have said that no one usually comes to this Yizhuang."
Jiang Cheng stared at the figure just one door away and nodded, "Yes, I remember that too."
"So the person behind this door is a ghost?"
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The fat man had a mournful face. He felt that God was so unfair to him. He had just escaped from death last night, and he was the only one who was hit by the attack. Today, he was hit by a ghost again.
"Why are you panicking? I don't believe it. This ghost can kill us all as soon as we open the door." Although Lu Qin's face was ugly, his temperament was still calm, even if there was such a ridiculous setting as opening the door to kill. She also has a way not to be the one who dies.
"Yes, yes, yes, listen to Sister Qin. Sister Qin has experience." Shao Tong greeted in a low voice, fearing that his voice would be too loud to attract the attention of the things inside the door.
But before everyone could discuss who would open the door, the door of the mourning hall was opened, and a figure appeared in front of them.
Everyone was surprised when they saw this person's appearance and dress. This was actually a woman.
"Come in."
The woman's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. There was no emotion in the eyes looking at Jiang Cheng and the others.
However, the brief exchange of glances also made Jiang Cheng sigh in relief. He was 80% sure that the person in front of him was a person, not a ghost.
“It’s strange, how come the person keeping watch is a woman?” The fat man couldn’t help but muttered. It is a custom everywhere for women not to keep watch. To be more serious, it will ruin the feng shui of the family, especially in a place where the rules are strict. In harsh ancient times, this was no small matter.
The people in Jiangcheng couldn't figure this out. On the contrary, Tang Qisheng's eyes moved thoughtfully, "Could it be the disaster girl?"
Li Bai's face changed suddenly when he heard this, but because everyone had already entered the mourning hall and was very close to the woman guarding the mourning, it was inconvenient to say some words.
The mourning hall is still the same, with dozens of corpses placed on dozens of wooden shelves. The corpses are covered with a layer of white cloth, and the putrid smell wafting in the air goes straight into the nose.
The strange woman who was keeping watch led them straight to a corner of the mourning hall, which was the brightest place in the entire mourning hall. There were many white candles placed there. The candles were burning faintly, and the tablets were reflected in each piece. Suddenly dark.
This place is no stranger to the people in Jiangcheng. The tablets of General Guo and the late Madam are all here.
The woman knelt devoutly in front of many tablets, kowtowed three times, then stood up and said indifferently to the people in Jiangcheng: "Kowtow."
No one dared to neglect, so the fat man kowtowed 8 or 9 times in succession. After all, if you don't hit the smiling person with your hand, ghosts would more or less obey the rules.
After kowtowing, the vigil woman led everyone to an open space, where several shabby futons had been placed. Everyone followed suit and sat down cross-legged.
"Tonight your task is to replicate the scene 10 years ago, dressing up as the Marquis of Zhennan to steal the hydrangea from my young lady." The woman said.
Yao and Shun Yu intended to use clichés, so they deliberately tried to confuse them, "Dare I ask who your lady is?"
Unexpectedly, the woman ignored him at all, as if she hadn't heard anything, and continued: "Third watch tonight , my lady will appear in the backyard of the Yin Mansion, and she will be carrying an hydrangea. The hydrangea contains the birth date of my lady. Find a way to steal the hydrangea, and your mission tonight will be over. "(End of Chapter)