Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

But how did the people sent by Cen Mingche know that this was what they were looking for?

It turned out that each of them carried papers with official seals in their arms.

Search out the statues and scrolls, hold the paper in your hand, and move it closer.

As long as the paper is hot, there's something wrong with that thing.

This is how the scroll was found.

In fact, these three paintings look very similar to ordinary pictures of ladies. If the people sent out were not vigilant, they would not be able to find them.

These things are beautiful, but it may be a psychological effect. Cen Mingche feels that there is an evil atmosphere in them no matter how he looks at them.

Keep this thing, if it confuses people again, I'm afraid there will be trouble.

"Someone, bring a brazier and burn these things."

Since Cen Mingche gave the order, someone naturally came up with a brazier.

There was red-hot coal in the brass brazier, and a low flame was rising.

Cen Mingche threw the smaller statue in first, but it didn't burn.

It's strange.

Cen Mingche's heart sank and he threw the scroll in again.

If the wood carving cannot be burned, it may be that it has been treated with fire-repellent medicine, but if the ordinary framed scroll cannot be burned, there may be something wrong with it.

The scroll was unfolded flatly and spread on the brazier burning charcoal fire. Through the thin drawing paper, you could see the jumping firelight and red-hot charcoal blocks.

But it just wouldn't burn.

"...Bring me the scissors."

Cen Mingche wanted to see how mysterious this wild god could be.

The people below also saw that the fire could not be burned, and they were trembling when the scissors were brought.

I don’t know where I found these scissors, but they were small silver embroidery scissors that didn’t look right in Cen Mingche’s hand.

As soon as Cen Mingche cut, the scroll spread out like water waves, and then closed as the scissors passed by.

His heart sank.

This wild god really has some magical powers.

But after thinking about it for a moment, Cen Mingche had another idea.

"Go and bring me my horse."

According to Cen Mingche's experience of reading stories in his previous life, these wild gods who have become ghosts and ghosts are also afraid of something.

First of all, they are afraid of official aura and dragon aura; secondly, they are afraid of civil and military aura.

What are official aura and dragon aura? Needless to say, what is this civil and military aura?

In short, literary spirit means that if a person really masters knowledge, he will naturally have literary spirit, and the things he is used to will naturally have literary spirit.

Those mountain spirits and ghosts cannot touch these.

The martial energy is more like a combination of murderous energy and blood energy.

Like the generals who killed countless people on the battlefield and the old hunters in the mountains, the weapons they used had martial energy in them.

The most typical one is the ghost head knife used by the executioner to cut the head to the gap.

Cen Mingche's horse was able to kill dozens of people.

If that doesn't work, he will go to Duke Li and borrow the saber he used on the battlefield!

He still doesn't believe it, he can't break these weird tricks!

After such a fuss for a long time, the news has spread.

Cen Mingche simply asked people to light a big fire in the courtyard, took the pile of things himself, and asked everyone to look at it.

It doesn't work. If they make random guesses in private, it will be easier for them to become suspicious and let these things sneak in.

This golden horse spear was carried in by two people.

After all, it is a horse fighting force, and it is a bit difficult for a person to stand on the ground to hold it.

Cen Mingche used his internal strength to pick up the middle part of the horse and played with it twice to get used to the feel.

Then, Zhang Feng slashed with one swing!

Just chop the largest statue into pieces from head to toe!

Cen Mingche didn't stop, and Ma Shanru worked hard to open the mountain. He swung and smashed, three times and five times two, splitting all the five peach wood statues into broken pieces of wood.

The look and feel of the chopping was not like chopping wood, but like cutting butter with a knife. After stabbing it, the peach wood statue seemed to be falling apart, almost shattered into dregs.

Cen Mingche used the tip of the tree to pick up the scroll, put it on the fire, and then stabbed hard——

The scroll actually started to burn from the place where the stick's tip penetrated, so fast, it was as if the paper had been poured with kerosene.

In the third case, after finishing processing the scroll, Cen Mingche ordered the scraps of wood from that area to be swept into the fire and burned.

Who would have expected that when the wood chips suddenly came into contact with the flames, thick pink smoke would emit, and a peach blossom-like fragrance would emit.

"Your Highness! Where are you, Your Highness!"

"Please, Your Highness, save us!"

"Your Highness, help me... I'm dizzy..."

"No! This smoke is poisonous!"

"It smells so good...I saw the beauty...it smells so good..."

For a time, cries for help, begging for mercy, and murmurings in sleep... came and went.

But these thick smoke and scents all walked around Cen Mingche, as if they were afraid of him.

Cen Mingche's face was gloomy, and he no longer hid his clumsiness. With the inner energy in his palm, he suddenly threw a handful of iron sand.

The iron sand was scattered like clouds and mist, but it didn't even fall to the ground, but enveloped it like a dark cloud.

When the iron sand comes into contact with the powder mist, it sounds like boiling oil and water.

Cen Mingche heard a woman's scream in a daze.

In the blink of an eye, a faint figure of a woman emerged from the pink mist. She had a graceful figure, ethereal and moving, and even her voice sounded like gold and jade, like fairy music coming to earth.

"Your Highness, the Third Prince, Longsun, why do you need to kill me to death?"

Cen Mingche was not afraid.

"Oh, you are giving back the lives of innocent people!"

"Your Highness, what you said is ridiculous. The fairy just summoned a few maids to serve me and my sisters."

The voice laughed twice and said again.

"Now that those girls are serving under our sisters, and being able to listen to immortal music and taste immortal delicacies with us, isn't that better than countless others in the world?"

"Ridiculous! You will die!"

Cen Mingche didn't listen to her deception, so he pulled his horse back and stabbed straight in like a poisonous dragon coming out of its hole!

The ethereal figure was unable to dodge and was stabbed straight on. With a cry of surprise, it disappeared together with the pink mist.

In an instant, the only thing left in the courtyard was the still-burning fire, and the cadres and guards lying on the ground.

...How cunning!

Cen Mingche threw the horse, his chest heaving, obviously very angry.

After splashing water to wake up the people in the courtyard and clean up the mess in the courtyard, Cen Mingche asked people to interrogate those people.

These are the people whose homes were found with idols.

Those missing girls must have been captured by them.

A search of their home revealed idols and other strange objects, but no tools for committing the crime were found.

Not to mention the place where the crime was committed.

More importantly, where are the abducted girls being kept?

Do they have any accomplices?

Is the daughter of Mr. Xun’s family still alive?

Can Cen Mingche still have time to rescue them all?

In all cases, please inquire as soon as possible.

"Bring up the nun from Narcissus Temple first!"

The first person to be brought up was naturally the old nun in charge of the nunnery.

After staying in the cell of Jingzhao Mansion for so many days, the old nun was dirty and messy, and she was visibly thin. She was almost forced here by two guards.

As soon as the guard let go, she collapsed to the ground.

"Your Highness, spare your life, Your Highness, spare your life!"

Cen Mingche didn't know whether he was happy or angry: "Tell me, after so many days, do you remember anything?"