"Who?!" Yi Jixuan chased after him.

Yi Jixuan chased out of the courtyard gate, and in front of him was a dense bamboo forest.

"Hey la la la!" Suddenly, a group of bats rushed out.

"Ah! Ah!" The more Yi Jixuan yelled, the more panicked the bat was, and hurriedly flew away around Yi Jixuan.

"I want your life—" Suddenly, a headless ghost covered in blood rushed towards Yi Jixuan.

"Ah—ghost—" Yi Jixuan turned around and ran away.

The ghost immediately chased after him, and when he reached the gate of the courtyard, Fu Mingrui suddenly jumped out from the gate, "Cen!" With a cry, a shining sword appeared and lay across in front of the ghost.

"Who's playing tricks!" He yelled, and the headless ghost turned around and ran away in fright.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!" Black shadows fell one by one, and instantly surrounded the headless ghost. It was Zhao Cheng, Wang Quan, Chen Chu, and Li Lidao!

Seeing this, the headless ghost knelt down with a "plop", turned around and faced Fu Mingrui, the clothes that opened his chest revealed a man's face!

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life! The villain is a juggler! Ah, a juggler! Look!" In order to prove that he is a juggler, the man pretending to be a ghost opened his robe, and immediately, another pile of grids flew out!

He twitched casually again, another series of colorful silks.

"Okay! We didn't come to see you do tricks! Why did you come to Yi's house to pretend to be a ghost!" Zhao Cheng shouted at the side, and the headless ghost was so frightened that he quickly explained: "The villain is just doing things with money! Really! Little People are instructed by others! Look, my lord, this outfit was inspired by my lord, and I did it!" The headless ghost hastily removed the fake shoulders on his shoulders, and it turned out that the headless ghost was not headless at all. , but put the human shoulders above the human head.

"Pfft!" Wang Quan and the others watched and couldn't help laughing. Unexpectedly, the adults of their family would also give a trick to the liar.

Fu Mingrui's face darkened, and he yelled: "Say it! Who ordered it!" His majestic face was even deeper in the dark night.

The juggler was startled, and lowered his face timidly: "No, I don't know, but, but someone said, who is that person..." The juggler recalled carefully, "A descendant of a famous painter in the capital, now moved Went to the suburbs..."

"Painter?!" Yi Jixuan was a little surprised and looked at Fu Mingrui. Everything that happened recently revolved around a painting, and a painter.

The missing Lord Wang Yi was only staring at a painting in front of him, and the author of that painting was the painter Huangshan Taoist.

The haunted Yifu was once the old house of a painter, and that painter was a Taoist of Huangshan.

Asked here, in fact, it is basically within the range of Fu Mingrui's guess, but he still stares at the conjurer: "Which painter?!"

Juggler scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry: "Hey! Look at my pig's brain, what is my name Huang...Huangshan Immortal?"

"Huangshan Taoist?" Wang Quan asked back.

The juggler immediately raised his face: "That's right, this is the Taoist of Huangshan. The descendants of their family gave me money, saying that this place will be haunted by ghosts, and the people who live here will be driven out. Look, this is the deposit they gave me!" Juggernaut Immediately took out a large bag of silver.

A small juggler may not be able to earn that much money in two or three years. For this money, he would be willing to kill and set fire, let alone in his specialty: pretending to be a ghost?

Fu Mingrui had already counted, looked at Yi Jixuan, and said seriously: "This matter cannot be brought forward for the time being, so as not to give the other party a chance to escape and destroy relevant evidence. Now I will requisition your house and detain the prisoner!"

Yi Jixuan immediately agreed: "Okay! No problem!"

"And!" Fu Mingrui added again, "All your servants must cooperate with us to continue this scene." This scene is not over yet.

Yi Jixuan smiled confidently: "Don't worry, the ones I brought are all old servants of our Yi family, and everyone will keep their mouths shut."

"Okay!" Fu Mingrui turned to look at Li Li and said, "Take the suspect down! Others, search the house!"

"Yes!"

When everything was quiet in the capital city, inside Yi Zhai, fires flickered softly, and the well-trained officials began to search the house in a low-key manner, looking for possible corpses or "treasures".

Fu Mingsu was waiting in the study for Yi Jixuan and the others to return, thinking that there might be corpses in the house, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and he was really convinced that Yi Jixuan was so big-hearted that he could tolerate these eerie things.

Yi Jixuan came quickly, and Fu Mingsu immediately stepped forward and asked, "How is it?"

"Caught it! As expected of the chief arrester of the Eight Gates! Submit!" Yi Jixuan blushed and was full of interest. He took off his robe and strode into the study, and poured himself a cup of tea. Are you good at writing?"

"Okay, that's good." Fu Mingsu was also half relieved, and didn't tell Yi Jilan about the whole thing, so as not to worry many people. And few people know about this kind of thing, so there is less risk.

"What about now?" Fu Mingsu questioned Yi Jixuan.

Yi Jixuan took a sip of tea, looked at Fu Mingsu, his eyes sparkled, "I'm looking for the corpse. Hahaha." Yi Jixuan laughed heartily.

Fu Mingsu frowned watching him, looking for corpses in his own home, it was a shame he could still laugh. He looked out the window into the deep night, it seemed that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. What kind of secret is hidden in this house? Could it be related to the famous painter Huang Ye?

"My surname is Lu Mingxuan... and my name is Jingting..."

The gentle breeze blows over the gurgling waterfall, setting off a layer of water mist, hitting the green grass by the stream, and the dewdrops are shining and lovely. On the bluestone, a handsome boy with flying black hair, black eyes like sandalwood but hollow, red lips like cherry blossoms but bitter.

"I was twelve years old... I joined Huang Ye's school and learned painting skills from him..."

The young man's faint voice revealed the despair of the past, and the pale face was so sad that it made people's hearts ache.

Lian Youyou leaned against the bluestone and quietly looked sideways at the young man named Lu Xuan, her eyes gradually darkened: "So, Taoist Huangshan is your teacher, and you worshiped under him, did you sleep in his house?"

The young man nodded slowly, and his broken, expressionless face was reflected in the trembling stream: "I am his... brother-in-law... my elder sister, and his wife. So, after I worship him as my teacher, I will I've been living in his house..."

Lian Youyou withdrew her gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly: "So...you became...his molester?" Lian Youyou glanced, her sharp eyes fell on Lu Xuan's side face.

Lu Xuan's face immediately became terrified, and his whole body began to tremble non-stop. He began to hug himself slowly, hard, his nails digging into his white clothes. Immediately, blood flowed out again, staining his white clothes and his face red. It also began to crack, and the skin on his face seemed to be torn off by someone, hanging on his face.

Tears kept flowing from his eyes, washing the blood on his face, flowing over his slender and fair neck, staining red again...his snow suit...

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