Nightmare Apostle

Following Butler Liu, everyone came to a quiet courtyard. The scenery and specifications here were obviously much better than the previous courtyard. The walls were also paved with glazed tiles, which were very bright in the sun.

There were guards on duty outside the courtyard gate, with tiger heads and leopard eyes, holding a killing stick in their hands, like two door gods. Butler Liu stopped in front of the door, turned around and said: "Everyone, wait a moment, I'll go in." Tell me.”

Butler Liu hurried away. From Yang Xiao's point of view, he could see a small building standing in the courtyard. There was an incense hall in the hall in the building. There were all kinds of things such as incense burners, tributes, paper works, and so on. The fragrant mist curled up in front of the futon. An old man in white is sitting on his knees, seemingly chanting sutras.

If you look carefully, you can see that the old man is not wearing ordinary white clothes, but mourning clothes.

"It's strange. The person who died was the second son of the Feng family. It's always the younger generation who pays filial piety to their elders. How come I still have to pay filial piety to my son?" Ke Long was puzzled.

Kuang Hongyi's face was ugly, and he saw some clues, "This is not an ordinary way of wearing filial piety, this is a heavy filial piety. Look, this person has a white cloth filial piety hat, a three-foot square scarf tucked into the right side, and a white filial piety coat with raw edges, which is knee-length. No collar, no sleeves, no buckles, no belt, a hemp waist, and a pair of white-faced mourning shoes with Tengyun soles on her feet. She is following the path of boundless mourning clothes. This is the standard for mourning for at least three years. "

"When a father observes filial piety for his son, doesn't this violate the rules?" Su Tingting asked in surprise.

"There are precedents in ancient book records for fathers to pay filial piety to their sons, but the other party is the eldest son, but this is obviously wrong. He is not paying filial piety to the second son of the Feng family." Yang Xiao seemed to have figured out the problem.

Shi Dali looked Yang Xiao up and down, "How do you say this?"

"Think about it, if you really pay tribute to the second son of the Feng family, and the master is very filial, then the servants in the house will be indifferent. Is this appropriate?"

A few words to wake up the dreamer, everyone recalled that along the way, none of the servants they met were wearing linen and mourning, and they were all dressed in ordinary clothes.

"This is not about mourning, it is about praying for blessings and asking the other party to forgive the evil things he has committed." Xu Su spoke slowly, and his voice lowered, "He is begging for the woman who sang in the opera last night."

As soon as these words came out, Shi Guanming's expression suddenly changed. It was obvious that he had also heard the singing and opera sound last night, and it had left a deep psychological shadow.

After talking to the kneeling old man for a while, Butler Liu straightened up again, walked to the door of the hall, waved to a few people, and the nursing home let them in. At this moment, the old man had already stood up and came to the side hall. Sitting upright on the Taishi chair.

The old man has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is born with a rich and noble look, but the lingering sadness in his eyes cannot escape the eyes of Yang Xiao and others. I think this is the head of the Feng family, the famous Feng Dashan in the town, Mr. Feng. .

After a few polite words, Mr. Feng sighed softly and turned to the topic, "You already know the purpose of inviting everyone here, so I won't go into details. You must have seen the power of that thing last night. Hey! Listen! Butler Liu said that another person was found murdered this morning. What a sin!"

"You are all well-known townspeople from all over the country. I have to ask you for this matter. Don't worry, when this matter is settled, I will definitely give you the reward I promised you."

Kuang Hongyi clasped his fists at Mr. Feng, and his gestures were very quaint. "Don't worry, Mr. Feng, my brothers are just eating this bowl of rice. The master looks up to us if he comes to look for it. Please tell us the whole story in detail. We It’s also good to know how to prepare.”

Nodding, Master Feng raised his eyelids, and with one look, he turned away the two maids waiting on the side. At this time, only Yang Xiao, Master Feng and his confidant Butler Liu were left in the room.

"This is a long story, and it starts from 10 years ago. At that time, my father had a new story. Since my father loved to listen to operas during his lifetime, the family wanted to invite a theater troupe to come on the night of his first seven ghosts. Playing some music at home can make my father feel more at ease when he leaves."

"But...who would have thought that something like that would actually happen?"

Speaking of this, Mr. Feng suddenly became excited. His skinny fingers tightly grasped the armrest of the seat, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed. "Halfway through the play, a member of the opera troupe who came to sing accidentally fell into the water. Although everyone in the house immediately I went to save him, but I still couldn’t save him, so he just drowned.”

Kuang Hongyi thought of last night's scene and probably knew where the opera was, but he still asked, "I wonder where in the house the opera is located?"

Master Feng shook his head, with a painful look on his face, "It's on the lake in the backyard."

Yang Xiao frowned when he heard this, "Lake opera? Water Lord Yin, you invited the opera troupe to sing a ghost play?"

When he heard the word ghost, Butler Liu's face darkened. Just when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Master Feng, "Yes, please come and sing for my father. Of course it's a ghost show."

"We know that there are many taboos in the troupe, but we gave a lot of extra money and burned the fortune to open the way. You should know that if you are in this business, they also take this kind of work privately, but due to various reasons, it is inconvenient Just say it clearly.”

Mr. Feng's attitude was sincere and what he said made sense. There were not many theater troupes who dared to take on ghost shows, but they were by no means non-existent. The pear orchard business traveled all over the country, eating both red and white, and served a bowl of rice from hundreds of families. Anyone who encountered evil things The probability is very high. If these people didn't have any real skills, they would have disbanded long ago.

"I wonder which theater troupe Master Feng hired?" Xu Su asked.

"It's the Chunxi Class in the Yingke Building in the south of the town. The class leader's surname is Bai, so people also call them the Bai Family Gate Building. They were quite famous in this area at the beginning."

"The woman who accidentally fell into the water and died was the pillar of the Bai family's gatehouse. She was also a famous actress. Her nickname was Xi. In addition, she was the daughter of the leader of the Bai family."

"But her death has nothing to do with my Feng family. We paid the money and the Bai family troupe also accepted it. We have all the receipts and so on. Who knows... Who knows why this woman got entangled with my Feng family? Over the past year, things have not gone well for my Feng family, and I have lost people one after another. This... this means that my Feng family will never be able to succeed!" Mr. Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally his blood boiled and he coughed violently. Butler Liu got busy. The helper in front of me patted my back to calm my breath, and it took me a long time to catch my breath.

After hearing this, everyone finally knew the identity of the female ghost. No wonder she was obsessed with singing. It turned out that she was an actor before she was alive.

The singing and opera sound last night was ethereal and extremely sad. The matter was certainly not as simple as Master Feng said. You should not just listen to this person's words.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao bowed his hands to Master Feng and said politely: "Master Feng, please take care of yourself. By the way, where can you find the Bai family troupe? We have something to ask."

Master Feng, who looked painful, covered his heart and slowly shook his head.

Everyone was puzzled, and finally Butler Liu, who looked like a dead man, spoke, his cold voice making people shudder, "I'm afraid I can't find him."

"Why?"

"After that woman died, all these people also died, and the Bai family gatehouse... was completely destroyed."