Datang: Stop pretending, you are a peerless expert

Cheng Yaojin took the photo Li Shimin took of him, and he was quite happy in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the old servant at home came over and said that the portrait was his soul.

Cheng Yaojin was terrified when he heard it.

"Don't say it so scary, Su Yu often said that there are not so many gods and ghosts in this world, don't scare me."

Cheng Yaojin said unhappily.

This old servant has been working at home for a long time, it's hard for Cheng Yaojin to say anything about him.

If it were someone else, Cheng Yaojin would definitely scold him.

The old servant said: "Master, the son-in-law is different, he is not an ordinary person."

"Everyone says that the son-in-law is actually a god who came down to earth. Of course he doesn't care. What brat dares to seduce his soul."

The people in Chang'an City all said that Su Yu was a god who came down to earth, and all evils shunned.

Cheng Yaojin was stunned when he heard that.

In fact, he also suspected that Su Yu was not human.

How could ordinary people be so powerful and tinker with so many miraculous things.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Cheng Yaojin went back to the room unhappily, holding the photo in his hand, after thinking about it, he still put it on the desk.

This guy is uneducated, but he has a desk in the bedroom with a stack of books on it, which looks very knowledgeable.

Yan Liben's portrait was hung in the living room. The painting was too big to fit in the bedroom.

After dinner, Cheng Yaojin went to bed.

In a daze, Cheng Yaojin came to a gloomy place.

A tall palace looms in the hazy white mist.

"Cheng Zhijie."

There was a strange sound in the mist.

Cheng Yaojin shivered.

"Who, who is calling me."

Cheng Yaojin was wearing unlined clothing, walking barefoot in the mist.

"Cheng Zhijie."

Another sound.

Cheng Yaojin trembled, raised his head and looked around, but couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly.

It would be nice if I wore glasses.

Cheng Yaojin thought in his heart.

"Cheng Zhijie."

The third strange sound sounded, and Cheng Yaojin shivered, feeling so cold.

"Who, who is calling me, there is something out."

Cheng Yaojin shouted loudly.

call.
A gust of wind blew by, the fog dissipated, and Cheng Yaojin found himself standing in front of a palace.

Dark eaves, eerie atmosphere.

A door was open, revealing a ghastly aura.

"Where is this place? Is it the Palace of the King of Hades?"

Cheng Yaojin said in horror.

"I am a ghost messenger from the underworld, and I am here to seduce your soul."

A voice came from inside the door.

Then a white light flashed, and Cheng Yaojin felt that he couldn't open his eyes.

Whoosh!
Cheng Yaojin felt himself being sucked in.

Inside was a boxy room, and he was locked up.

"Where is this, let me out."

Cheng Yaojin shouted.

But no matter how he struggled, the small room remained motionless.

"let me out."

Cheng Yaojin shouted.

Suddenly, a light came on, and Cheng Yaojin finally saw the surrounding situation clearly.

There are many small houses next to it, in which Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, Li Jing, Wei Zheng were imprisoned.
"You...why are you all locked up?"

"Old Fang, Old Du, Old Wei."

Cheng Yaojin shouted.

But Fang Xuanling and the others seemed to be stupid, standing there dumbfounded.

"Master, your soul has been sucked away."

An old servant came over and stood across from Cheng Yaojin across the cage.

This old servant was the one who said during the day that Cheng Yaojin's soul had been sucked away.

"Ah? My soul has been sucked away? What should I do? Find a way to save me."

Cheng Yaojin panicked.

But the old servant looked at Cheng Yaojin and smiled, his eyes gradually became dark, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, his expression gradually became ferocious, the white hair on his head began to fall off, and his flesh began to rot.
At this moment, a ray of light fell from above his head, sucking away the old servant's soul.

"what"

Cheng Yaojin hit the railing desperately, trying to rush out, but it was useless.

"Help, help!"

Cheng Yaojin shouted.
"Help, help."

Cheng Yaojin sat up from the bed suddenly, and the wife who was sleeping next to him was startled by Cheng Yaojin.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

There was reproach in Madam's tone.

In the middle of the night, I slept soundly, and suddenly went crazy.

The madam took the torch and lit the lamp.

Cheng Yaojin's face was pale and he was drenched in sweat.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

Only then did the lady realize that something was wrong.

Cheng Yaojin got out of bed, picked up the photo on the table, and said tremblingly: "The old servant is right, my soul has been sucked away."

It's scary to say that in the middle of the night.

Although the lady is a shrew of the Lion's Roar in the river during the day, she is also afraid of ghosts at night.

Hearing what Cheng Yaojin said, Madam covered her body and said, "Master, don't let me say such scary things in the middle of the night."

Cheng Yaojin poured a bowl of water and drank it, took off his single clothes, and wiped off the sweat on his body.

"I had a dream just now, and I was sucked into a palace of the king of hell."

"There are also the souls of Lao Fang, Lao Du, and Old Wei Wei inside, and they are all locked up."

"After thinking about it carefully, that Palace of the King of Hades is exactly the same as the camera in the emperor's hand."

"It must be my soul that was taken away by the camera, and they were also taken away."

"No, I will release my soul tomorrow."

Madam looked at the dark night outside the window and said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's forget it tonight."

It's late at night, Madam doesn't want to talk about it.

Cheng Yaojin lay down and pressed the photo under the pillow.

Madam hugged Cheng Yaojin and did not let go.

"Old husband and wife, why are you hugging so tightly?"

At this time, the weather in early summer is terribly hot.

"I'm afraid."

said the lady.

Cheng Yaojin had no choice but to let his wife sleep in his arms.

Cheng Yaojin woke up after sleeping in a daze until it was broad daylight.

Last night, after being hugged by his wife all night, prickly heat developed on his body.

Before he could complain, Cheng Yaojin put on his clothes and went out.

He planned to go directly to Sujiazhuang.

Although the camera was in Li Shimin's hands, it belonged to Su Yu.

So Cheng Yaojin didn't look for Li Shimin, but went directly to Su Yu's house.

But Cheng Yaojin thought about it, and saw Fang Xuanling and the others' souls locked up last night.

Although they usually ridicule each other, after all they are officials in the same dynasty, Cheng Yaojin has a good heart.

Riding a horse, Cheng Yaojin arrived at Fang Xuanling's house.

After knocking on the door, the servant recognized Cheng Yaojin.

"Lu Guogong, please come inside."

The servant walked in to meet Cheng Yaojin.

"Did Lao Fang sleep well last night?"

Cheng Yaojin asked the servant.

"Your question stumps the little one. I don't know if the master slept well or not."

The servant replied with a smile.

Entering the living room, Cheng Yaojin waited for a while before Fang Xuanling came over with drooping eyelids.

In this way, it looks like he came out of the concubine's room.

As usual, Cheng Yaojin must have ridiculed him.

But at this time he was not in the mood.

"Old Fang, did you sleep well last night?"

Cheng Yaojin asked seriously.

Fang Xuanling thought he was mocking him for being drained by his concubine.

"Cheng Mangfu, what do you mean?"

Fang Xuanling said unhappily.