The best county magistrate

In the next few days, the Beiliao mission hurriedly left Shangjing, but they left Yang Xuanchen with a problem through Emperor Jianwen.

He must catch the real murderer of Yelu Jin before heading north to Huajing.

This made Yang Xuanchen depressed for several days.

I'm just a young man, can I leave this kind of difficult problem to the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment or the Yushitai?

He entered the gate of Nanya again with an irritated look on his face, and met Shen Baoren head-on.

"I have met Mr. Xiao Yang in my humble position. Are you here to interrogate Hua Zigan again?" He asked with a smile.

Yang Xuanchen let out a long sigh, "I don't want to come here every day, but Hua Ziqian just won't let go, so it's very difficult."

"Sir, based on my humble opinion, Hua Ziqian probably really didn't know there was something wrong with the incense burner."

Shen Baoren took Yang Xuanchen aside and continued to whisper, "Sir, think about it, an incense burner with the fragrance of dragon marrow and arsenic poison will feel hot to anyone who holds it."

"If Hua Zigan knew there was something wrong with this incense burner, would he still openly give it away?"

Yang Xuanchen couldn't help but nod after hearing this, but he still looked a little helpless, "Shen Tongdai, I know all this, but he didn't even tell where he got the incense burner..."

At this time, Shen Baoren took a step closer to him and whispered, "Dragon marrow incense is produced in Nanman and is made from spermaceti oil. Sir, why don't you check it in this direction."

I'm sorry, why didn't you tell me earlier? The same goes for that guy from Hua'an. He just said it was dragon marrow incense and didn't say anything more. It was so annoying.

"There are three states in Nanman that are close to the sea, and it is said that there are more people there who are good at using the Qihuang technique..." Shen Baoren said and mentioned another person's name.

Yang Xuanchen's eyes immediately froze, and he asked in a low voice, "Do you want me to go find He Jiuxiao?"

"Isn't his ancestral home from Liuzhou? What does he have to do with the Nanman?"

"Your Excellency, you don't know. Before He Jiuxiao became famous, he studied under a strange man from Nanman. His medical skills passed down from generation to generation gave him the title of Medical Sage today."

"Understood, I will ask people to pay attention to his whereabouts. When he returns to the capital, I will ask him."

After the two of them talked, Yang Xuanchen naturally lost interest in Hua Ziqian. After leaving the Yamen, he asked Zhang Biao to drive to the mansion on the edge of Mirror Moon Bay to have a look.

This was Yang Xuanchen's first visit since the Yang Mansion's plaque was hung on this mansion.

After entering the door, a happy smile appeared on his face. It's good to have money and ability.

Countless craftsmen are repairing this dusty mansion, and now it has begun to look like the past.

Zhang Biao led Yang Xuanchen along the stone path towards the back garden, telling stories about ghosts and gods along the way.

"Second brother, we have known each other for such a long time, but I have never seen you afraid of ghosts." Yang Xuanchen couldn't help but tease.

Zhang Biao pointed to a dry well in the back garden, with a bit of fear in his eyes, "You know, if you can, stay here at night to see if there are any ghosts."

Ok?

What's going on? Could there be a ghost?

Zhang Biao is a strange man who is not afraid of anything. Even when he sleeps, he sleeps with his eyes open. I have never seen him so timid.

Yang Xuanchen couldn't help but ask: "Is there something strange about this well?"

As he said that, he walked a few steps faster and came to the dry well. He stretched his head and looked down. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

"It's just a dry well. Once you fill it up, it's over." He didn't care.

"Fill in your sister!" Zhang Biao roared.

"Before, this well would make a ghostly sound during the day, but it's been better these days and it doesn't make much noise anymore."

"When you were showing off on the literary stage, I let others fill you in..."

When he finished telling the story about the well, Yang Xuanchen couldn't help but frown into the character "Sichuan".

"You're telling me that the workers stopped filling in less than half an hour, and then all the filled soil spurted back from the well the next day?"

"Then those workers were either in a trance or couldn't sleep at night for several days?"

Hearing this, Zhang Biao glanced at the dry well again and trembled all over, "These are all true. If you don't believe me, I will take you to meet those workers."

Yang Xuanchen rubbed his chin for a while, "Have you sent someone down the well to take a look?"

"I'm sorry, are you out of your mind?" Zhang Biao roared again, "This well is haunted. Who dares to go down there and risk their lives?"

I'm sorry, there are no ghosts in this world. Even if there are ghosts, they are just pretended by humans.

In order to teach the eldest prince and princess in their studies these days, Yang Xuanchen ordered people to find some white phosphorus, which he happened to bring with him at this time.

In Zhang Biao's surprised eyes, he performed what is called the burning phenomenon of white phosphorus.

I saw Yang Xuanchen lighting some white phosphorus at the mouth of the well and then throwing it into the well.

The sudden rise of yellow-white smoke made Zhang Biao tremble all over.

Zhang Biao's eyes widened and he muttered, "Third brother, are you really a god? Did you use spiritualism to attract a few little ghosts and go down to the well to find out what's going on?"

If my sister's soul is as ignorant as yours, I'll just be a magician.

"This thing is called white phosphorus. It works just a little bit. The rising smoke just looks weird. It's not spiritualism."

After a few explanations, Zhang Biao finally understood the principle. In his malicious eyes, Yang Xuanchen was snatched away by him.

She said that she would scare Hua Qiane another day and let him cheer up his male prowess, otherwise she would be so tight-lipped that she would even go to the brothel less often.

In response to this, Yang Xuanchen was stunned and smiled. A man is really a boy until he dies. He can even think of such ideas.

At this time, the thrown white phosphorus had not been completely burned, but was brought up by a whining wind from the bottom of the well.

"Ah!" Zhang Biao roared and threw himself on Yang Xuanchen.

After finally comforting him, Yang Xuanchen looked down from the well mouth again, but unfortunately it was too dark below to see clearly.

"Second brother, I'll wait here. Go call Master Wang and prepare some torches. Let's go take a look at the bottom of the well!"

Let me blanch, look at your sister, there is a ghost down here!

"Call Wang...Master Wang, no...no problem, I...can I just stop going, otherwise Xiao Hui will be a widow."

Yang Xuanchen glared at him angrily, "Why don't you go down? If there is a ghost in this well, Hua Qianhui will still be a widow after we move in."

"What if there is a thousand-year-old ghost in the well who specializes in sucking the yang energy of strong men like you..."

"Master Wang doesn't know how to exorcise ghosts, so he's here for a purpose!" Zhang Biao stubbornly retorted and went to call people honestly.

After Wang Tieshan arrived, Zhang Biao even brought some craftsmen over.

They all became interested when they heard that Mr. Xiao Yang was going to go down the well to kill demons.

Many items including ropes, grappling hooks, and slides were prepared to make it easier for them to get down into the well and ensure their safety.

Wang Tieshan now changed into Taoist robes, with a black dog blood in his left hand and a mahogany sword in his right hand.

At first glance, Yang Xuanchen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, almost thinking that Lin Zhengying had also traveled through time.

"Master Wang...oh no, Taoist Master Wang, do you want to do justice for heaven or kill demons?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't Xiao Biaozi say that there is a ghost in the well? I haven't used this thing for a long time. I'll use it today to open your eyes..."

Wow, you old man was really a Taoist priest before?

This world is so crazy!

In any case, there is no doubt about Wang Tieshan's strength. With him by his side, there should be no big problem.

Zhang Biao was left guarding the wellhead, Wang Tieshan was in front, and Yang Xuanchen was behind. The two of them quickly sank down the shaft.

The bottom of the well is slightly larger and can accommodate two people standing.

Yang Xuanchen took a torch from behind and lit it, and instantly a secret passage as tall as one person appeared in front of the two of them.

"Why is there a secret passage at the bottom of the well?" Wang Tieshan muttered.

Then a gust of dark wind came out of the dark passage and almost blew out the torch.

"Toi! Where to go!"

Wang Tieshan shouted towards the darkness, raised his mahogany sword and charged in, leaving Yang Xuanchen with a confused look on his face in the wind.