There was not a single person. The sound was just a piece of gold foil brought by a paper horse. Cheng Muyou's shoes stepped on a piece of gold foil, and with a "crack", he actually stepped on it. He bent over and picked up the two pieces of broken gold foil, put them in his palm and looked carefully: it was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was so fragile, and it broke with a slight step...

There was a "boom" in his mind, and a lot of sounds gathered at the same time, making him unable to digest it for a while and his headache was about to break.

"I heard that the Han family spends a thousand taels of gold every year to rip these paper horses..."

"The girl exaggerates. No matter how many paper horses are there, how can you need a thousand taels of gold..."

"Han Zhiyuan likes to show off, and there are golden pieces on the walls, shining with golden light..."

"The paper horse kills people, no one here knows that it brings something from the underworld..."

"The whole village has asked, but no witnesses were found..."

"Sir, maybe the murder of a paper horse is just a rumor..."

The sound is frozen here.

rumor.

Cheng Muyou suddenly sat up from the bed, blocking his chest in one breath, and couldn't breathe for a long time: rumors, rumors, rumors...

After sitting in the dark for a while, he suddenly laughed, and the laughter seemed particularly loud in the dead silence, which scared him himself.

Thousand taels of gold, this is definitely not groundless. Han Zhiyuan, what is stuck on your paper horse should not be gold foil. I am afraid, with your personality, you must stick a piece of gold on the paper horse to show your uniqueness.

But why are there gold foil in the Han house? If your paper horse is really back, why aren’t it with gold pieces but covered with gold foil?

Unless... he lowered his head, unless the murder of the paper horse was simply fake, the gold foil was just intentionally left behind to make the scene more realistic, but the man ignored it. Han Zhiyuan's paper horse was simply a golden horse covered with gold pieces.

Thinking of this, there was already a layer of sweat on his body. Although all this was just inference, Cheng Muyou could no longer fall asleep. He walked out of bed, pushed the door and came to the yard. He took a few deep breaths of warm and cold air, but he still couldn't suppress the half-disgusting and half-irritable feeling in his heart.

If more than 200 lives were really killed by someone, what kind of blood feud would this man and Han Zhiyuan have? How could he be so cruel and destroy the Han family overnight?

A glimmer of light flashed across the courtyard wall, and Cheng Muyou unconsciously called out the three words, "Miss Yan?"

"Mr. Cheng, you scared me. The three classics in the middle of the night called people's name. I thought they were evil spirits who wanted people's souls?" The voice was crisp, like a stream soaking his anxiety. Cheng Muyou suddenly felt much more at ease. Even though the road ahead was difficult, it was not dark.

"Why would a girl be afraid of any evil spirit? She would be afraid that the evil spirit would kneel on the ground and shout for a few words to spare her life." He had the intention of joking, and as soon as he blurted out, he felt strange.

Yan Niang laughed twice, "Sir, make fun of me again, but if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, are you worried about me?"

Cheng Muyou's heart stumbled for a moment, but just after that, he couldn't help but tell the words in his heart, "I... have a very ridiculous idea."

"Since I can't sleep because of a thought, it can be seen that it is definitely not an absurd thing." The opposite side was bright and he could guess it through.

"Girl, I think that the murder of a paper horse may be really a rumor made by someone on purpose."

No one responded to the opposite side of the wall for a long time. Cheng Muyou waited for a while before then asked quietly, "Miss Yan, are you still here?"

"Go and check it."

"What?"

"Re-screen all doubts. As the magistrate of Xin'an County, he is the only person who has the power and responsibility."

After saying that, the lights on the other side of the courtyard wall disappeared, and Yan Niang went back. She did not say goodbye, leaving only this sentence for Cheng Muyou to think about it repeatedly.

I don't know how long he stood, but he suddenly clenched his punches and decided to do it in an instant. So what if I have nine years? So what if I have no evidence. I want to investigate, check the Han Gate incident clearly and fully confirm it.

Thinking of this, the feeling of discomfort in his heart completely disappeared. The sky was already bright in the distance, so he simply stopped going back to the bedroom, but walked towards the direction of the library.

Yan Niang didn't sleep either. She looked at the sky outside the window and the whiter it was getting whiter, and a smile appeared on her lips, "It seems that I'm really looking for the right person."

***

Jingwei exposed his head from under the water. Although he had been diving in the river for a long time, his hair was not wet at all. Under the cover of the moonlight, it shone brightly, like a crystal clear sapphire.

It flew to a large raised rock on the cliff, swinging its head left and right, looking for something on the dark water surface. It has been searching for this place for three days, and although it has been exhausted, it has not found those things. In the past few days, it has dived into the deep water again and again, passing through every clump of water plants, every silt, and there are many things in the water, and there are secrets that have been buried for thousands of years. However, they are not what it is looking for.

Jingwei's eyes fell on the darkest water surface. There should be a deep gully hidden below. The water is deep enough to make the color look like it is now, with red in black, as if it was stained with blood.

Wait, maybe there are other dangers in the gullies, such as hidden vortexes, which are the deadliest. They are like huge funnels, rolling everything close to the bottom of the dark cave and will never be reborn.

His head swayed a few times, and Jingwei did not care about his fatigue and flew towards the darkest water, just like tens of thousands of years ago, not afraid of huge waves or deep seas, but forge ahead just for freedom and hope.

With a "suddenly", it plunged into the water, with its wings behind it, and its body was like a shuttle, inserted into the deep river water, down, down, it passed through layers of blue waves and quickly came to the top of the gully. The gully was very dark and there was no light, but Jingwei's eyes seemed to have condensed thousands of years of moonlight, which was so bright that it turned white. It stared at the deep ditch like black satin and found that something seemed to be shaking up and down, with a large number. As the water waves swayed quietly, there seemed to be some light spots refracting upwards.

What is it?

Jingwei did not hesitate, and did not care about the vortexes that might be hidden in the dark in the gully. He plunged into it. As soon as he dived into the gully, the cold air forced it to open its eyes. A layer of white frost quickly formed on its wings, and water could not dissolve it.

Then, the crying sounded faintly, surrounded Jingwei from all directions.
Chapter completed!