-The night is dark and misty.
The world of Youmeni is already silent. Because of the murder, the village of Kirigakure disappeared early at night. Every household turned off the lights and candles, making it look like a deserted village.
Mo Tingfeng quietly appeared in the Liu family house in Wuyin Village. Unlike the Buzhuang in Luoyun Town, the Liu family was not big. The bedroom and the hall were originally one big house, separated only by thick curtains. open. However, there is an independent room next to the hall, which is neatly arranged. It seems that it should be the place where Liu usually "sees things".
He walked into the room and saw a sacred general and fox fairy tablet standing on the altar facing the north window, offering various flowers, fruits and snacks. There are two large wooden shelves on the left and right sides of the house. One of them holds spell paper, cinnabar ink pads, soul-binding red thread, soul-calling bells, and a large number of black candles; the other holds a shelf of various herbal medicines. Feng checked carefully and found no acacia.
There was a sandalwood square table in the middle of the room, on which were placed several herbs divided into proportions. He looked closer and identified them as red poria, ghost arrow feather, ginseng, polygala, calamus, atractylodes, angelica, and atractylodes. Mo Tingfeng nodded secretly, Liu's reputation as a psychic medium was not false, she was preparing an evil pill.
Even though Mr. Liu had been dead for two days, the ever-burning lamp in the house dedicated to the gods had not been extinguished. There was still plenty of lamp oil inside. The candle flame was a sihuo, which could connect the gods and the yin. This undying brightness made Mo Tingfengfuzhi think of a solution.
He took out a black candle from the shelf, lit it with a long light, and then started to perform the surgery. The scene before Liu's death reappeared in front of his eyes - although it was just a faint shadow, it was enough to understand his personality. perhaps.
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It was evening at that time, and Ms. Liu saw off a guest who came to see something. As soon as she closed the door, she heard movement coming from the bed. She opened the curtain and saw that it was her "dead ghost" "She was a little surprised to see her husband standing there, wearing that battlefield armor.
“I haven’t summoned the soul today, how did you get here?”
The man didn't say a word, but stepped forward with a stiff movement, picked her up and put her on the bed. He took off his armor and hurriedly tore off Liu's clothes.
"Take it easy." Ms. Liu resisted despite the pain, but the man ignored her and drove straight in with rough movements. Ms. Liu was in unspeakable pain. She struggled to escape several times but was pushed back by the man.
“You’re killing me, let go, let go!” While refusing, Ms. Liu pressed the man’s heart. The “ghost husband” seemed to dislike being touched there, and paused for a moment, then He grabbed Ms. Liu's neck violently and moved even more harshly.
Liu couldn't make a sound but struggled desperately. Her resistance gradually became weaker and weaker. The man had no intention of stopping. After struggling for a long time, he turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared.
At that time, Mrs. Liu had died, her pupils were dilated, and the blood flowing out of her lower body dyed the bed a shocking crimson. She must have died from massive internal bleeding caused by violent sexual intercourse.
At this point, the black candle was extinguished in a flash, and the room returned to the way it was when Mo Tingfeng entered. He frowned slightly, because he was using the ever-burning lamp to recreate the scene of the crime through magic. He couldn't tell whether the "man" had a chaotic and treacherous aura, but it looked like he was definitely not a kind person.
Suddenly thinking of that night in Buzhuang, Mo Tingfeng felt scared. He finally understood why Song Weichen was so afraid of him when he was not clear that night. He could fully imagine what happened to her, if she hadn't discovered the situation quickly at that time. If there is any difference, if she urgently uses the Soul Resurrection Technique to bring her back to reality, she may inevitably be violated.
When I think of this Mo Tingfeng, I can't hold back my anger. How dare I touch her? Regardless of whether the monster in this case is chaotic or not, he will destroy his soul and never reincarnate!
Could it be that the "Mo Tingfeng" in Buzhuang's fantasy world and the "armored dead husband" of the Liu family were the same monster?
While thinking, he walked towards the bed. At this time, all the bedding and other items on the bed had been taken away by the government officials to collect evidence. There was no blood stain on the bed board. He searched carefully, and when he got close to the gap in the corner of the bed, he paused and squatted down. There were clearly a few familiar brown-yellow dried flowers lying there.
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"Mr. Ding, I'm so sorry, I have to trouble you to send me back with such a busy schedule."
On the street in front of the medicine hall, Ruan Mianmian followed Ding Heran quietly and gracefully. Walking all the way to the immortal chariot parked in Ruan Mansion at the entrance of Si Chen Mansion. Before burning the incense, she deliberately asked Magpie to invite Ding Heran and asked him to send her back to her home.
"Miss Ruan is too polite. Your Majesty is in an emergency and is not in the house. He Ran should escort the girl Zhou Quan." Ding Heran avoided suspicion and deliberately kept a distance from Ruan Mianmian. From the bottom of his heart, he had some feelings for such a delicate girl. Keep a respectful distance.
What kind of woman do you like? Hmm... It would be great if Brother Wei were his daughter's family. She is funny, cute, and eccentric, which is what he likes. Shocked to realize that he was actually thinking about Song Weichen, Ding Heran shook his head and slapped himself, "There is something wrong with you, Ding Heran. The habit of cutting sleeves and Long Yang are both taboo!" His mind was filled with all kinds of random thoughts... Besides, Song Weichen seemed to be Lord Si Chen's pet peeve. He was so tired of living that he dared to pursue the idea of white robe.
"Mr. Ding, what are you...?" Seeing him slap herself suddenly, Ruan Mianmian was a little stunned and subconsciously took two steps back.
"Ahem, it's okay, my face is itchy." Seeing her doubtful face, Ding Heran apologized in embarrassment, "Really, I will slap myself if my face is itchy... If you don't believe me, ask the White-robed Venerable! He also I've seen..."
"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Brother Achen for a long time. Mianmian... thinks of him often."
"Brother Wei is too weak and is recuperating elsewhere at the moment. . Not to mention Miss Mianmian, except for our adults, even He Ran has seen very little.”
It turned out that the white-robed man was a sick man. Ruan Mianmian was a little uninterested when he heard this. Then he heard Ding Heran take the initiative to mention Mo Tingfeng, which suited her, "Speaking of brother Tingfeng, has Young Master Ding seen the piano player next to him?"
“You mean Miss Sangpu?”
“Well, I feel like Brother Tingfeng cares about her very much. This time Mianmian went to Luoyun Town to enjoy the scenery, and she met him taking Miss Sangpu with him. Traveling. "
Ding Heran's heart was ringing with alarm, his feelings were waiting for him here. That day in Tingfeng Mansion, I had a chance encounter with Ye Wujiu and Sang Pu. Looking at the way my masters were flocking to each other, I am afraid that the hero had already taken the initiative to jump to the beauty barrier. This time, Miss Ruan took the initiative to bring it up, and her jealousy spread. It seemed that You have to deal with it carefully...Eh, what?
“Wait a minute, you said that my lord is taking Miss Sang Pu to Luoyun Town?” Ding Heran was stunned, didn’t Brother Wei accompany his lord to Luoyun Town?
"Yes, the two of them don't look like they met by chance. It is said that Brother Tingfeng must be on a mission in his attire, and Mianmian Zhili also tried his best to stay away, but Miss Sangpu followed her like that, which is really inappropriate. I I heard...I heard..." She gave up with a look of lust on her face.
"Miss Ruan has something to say, you might as well say it directly."
"I heard rumors circulating that after Baipao's disappearance, the Sichen Mansion often acted poorly, as if someone had leaked his whereabouts in advance. Xu It’s Mian Mian who is so worried. After all, the piano player is the one who came to the house after Bai Pao disappeared. He deliberately came to get close to Brother Ting Feng for any purpose..."
Ruan Mian Mian suddenly stopped and pretended to use his finger. He patted his lips lightly and said, "Oh, look what I'm talking about. My daughter's family doesn't know anything about it. Don't take it seriously, Mr. Ding."
The speaker pretends not to mean it, but the listener does.
Ding Heran looked a little unnatural. He had always had a strange feeling since the disappearance of Baipao. Not only the route of escorting Luan Po or the way of investigating and collecting evidence, but even the raid in Wangchuan Cave, he always felt that He felt that all the plans and arrangements of Si Chen's house were within the other party's calculations.
Is it really Sangpu? Ding Heran's eyes darkened. Lord Si Chen was obsessed with the authorities, so he had to check her out just in case.
Looking at Ding Heran's expression, Ruan Mianmian exchanged glances with Magpie without leaving any trace, with a slight smile on his lips.
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In the willow house of Wuyin Village, Mo Tingfeng carefully took out the dried Albizia julibrissin flowers and sniffed them gently, but there was still no smell. With some disappointment, I took out the dust bag and tried to put the dried flowers in it, but I felt a vague fragrance of refreshing flowers coming from my palms!
Mo Tingfeng was startled. He brought the dried flowers close to his nose again and took a deep sniff. No, there was indeed no smell, but where did this orchid fragrance come from? ...While he was wondering, a female voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Mo, why are you here again?"
This chapter of the story almost couldn't be published. I would like to express my special thanks to my editor Chun Yuda. Yes, he is the man I chatted with the most recently. ……