Mu Xiaowu narrowed his eyes and looked back: There were two men standing there, the tall one was dressed in a very strange way, not wearing a long jacket, but wearing two pieces of clothes with wide fabric and smooth lines. The other one was short and ordinary attire, and it was obvious that he was the entourage of the tall man. However, although he was not tall, he was short and concise, with sharp eyes, and was obviously a trainee.

"These two don't look ordinary." Mu Cleizi muttered in Mu Xiaowu's ear, with a little uneasy in his voice. With Mu Xiaowu's understanding of him, he usually feels timid when facing officials. However, these two people are not in official uniforms, so she speculated that it was theirs, especially the tall man's overwhelming aura that made him afraid.

"Calm down." Mu Xiaowu's eyes flashed in the dark, signaling Mu Crook to calm down.

"Zimai, why are you here?" Yan Qingcheng hurriedly met, "It's a dead place here, it's bad luck, you'd better avoid it."

The man walked forward without any mind, raised the candle handed over by the entourage and shone it down, his eyes circled Cuijun's body for a few times, frowned and said to Yan Qingcheng, "What's the relationship between our two families? Why do you want to hide it from me if something big happened?"

After saying that, seeing Yan Qingcheng bowing his head and saying nothing, he ordered to the entourage, "Baotian, what do you think?"

The entourage named Baotian squatted down and looked at it for a while, before getting up and saying, "Young Master, the wound on this corpse is really weird."

“How to say it?”

"The throat tube was broken and pulled out of the body. It should have been injured by a sharp weapon. However, the wound on the neck was uneven and the edges were very frizzy, which seemed like..."

The tall man narrowed his eyes, "What does it look like?"

"It seems like I'm caught, right?" Mu Xiaowu looked at Baotian, then looked at his tall man, and said softly, "Because it's not the person who killed her, it's the evil one."

"Who are you?" Baotian's eyes showed a hint of alertness.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "Zimai, Baotian, I forgot to introduce it to you. Mr. Mu and Miss Mu are the two saviors of Jiayan I mentioned, and are also guests of our Yan family. Xiaowu, this is Zhao Zimai, Zhao Jun, and my ancestors have worked in their family..."

"The Zhao family and the Yan family are family friends." Zhao Zimai interrupted Yan Qingcheng's words quietly.

Yan Qingcheng understood what he meant, and then continued, "Yes, Zimai had just returned from Europa and landed on Zhangtai. He knew that my father had celebrated his birthday, so he came to celebrate."

Zhao Zimai raised his eyebrows and a complex light floated in his eyes, "What is the 'spell' that the girl just mentioned?"

"Sheng often refers to ghosts that harm people. Simply put, after a person dies, his resentment will become a ghost."

After saying this, she waited for him to refute it, because she felt that people like Zhao Zimai who knew some Western learning would definitely be quite disdainful of the traditional sayings of ghosts and gods. If they didn't refute it carefully, they would not show their own erudition.

But she guessed wrongly. Not only did Zhao Zimai not show any arrogance, but after thinking carefully for a while, he asked again, "Is the evil spirit a ghost?"

"Yes, but not. Ghosts are invisible, but ghosts can be tangible. When resentment condenses, they can be transformed into entities. Therefore, ghosts can kill people directly, but ghosts can only kill people with the help of others. However, ghosts must have a host, which can be separated from the host for a period of time, but not too long, because it is formed by the condensed resentment of the qi, so they cannot exist alone in the Yang world."

"But there must be a reason for it to kill people." Zhao Zimai glanced at Cui Yun's body again and said word by word, "If you take off your eyes, besides hatred and killing, can you get pleasure from killing, do you have any other meaning?"

Mu Xiaowu smiled faintly, "I don't know the meaning, I must have hatred, so Mr. Yan needs to answer us." At this point, she suddenly said "Ouch" and frowned.

Blood fell to the ground from her fingers, and she looked down, and the next moment, it fell silently like a leaf swept by the autumn wind.

***

The Yan family's charity village is located in the valley northwest outside the house. It is a yard dedicated to the corpses of people. The place where the person in the surname is stopped is in the Yan family's ancestral hall inside the house. However, Cui Yun is the eldest maid of the Yan family, and is highly respected by all people in the family. In addition, it is inconvenient to disturb too many people now, so she temporarily parked her corpse in the Yan family's ancestral hall.

The morgue was cold and wet, and the moonlight seemed to be trapped and could not penetrate. Every corner was gently smeared like a pen dipped in ink, and it was dark and could not see clearly even if you squint your eyes.

The servant walking in front lit the oil lamp "hissy" and placed his hands and feet beside Cuiyun's wooden bed, as if he was afraid of disturbing her.

Cuijun was still the same, facing upwards, "looking" at the roof with a pair of empty eye sockets. Her hair was completely spread out and spread on the bed, and her hair was entangled in a ball of blood, which was shocking.

Before Yan Bailin's dress with brown satin on his body was replaced, he walked into the room with the help of his servant, looked down at the blood hole in Cuiyun's neck, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said with some distress, "Father, you might as well go back to your room to rest. Let your son deal with these things."

"The grandparents and grandchildren of the Mu family really saw the murderer? What did they see?" Yan Bailin turned around and grabbed Yan Qingcheng's hand tightly, grabbing him a little painful.

"Yes." Yan Qingcheng whispered a few words in Yan Bailin's ear.

His original intention was to prevent the servants from hearing the news, but after hearing this, Yan Bailin suddenly raised his head and said loudly, "Red cloth? That thing is covered with a piece of red cloth?"

Seeing this, Zhao Zimai, who had been standing beside him, hurriedly ordered Baotian to take the servants down, and then said to Yan Bailin, "Brother Yan, do you know the inside story? I heard from Miss Mu's meaning that evil spirits will not kill people for no reason."

After hearing what he said, Yan Bailin's expression was frozen for a while, and it took a long time to ease.

"Nephew," he looked at Zhao Zimai, his tone was calm and low, "I really don't know why evil spirits killed people. However, twenty years ago, I... no, it was my aunt and I who met it once. It was because of this that your aunt became what she is now."
Chapter completed!