little couple

Yizhuang is really not a place that ordinary people can come to.

Yizhuang has a radius of hundreds of miles, and there are few people walking around during the day, but at night, it is even more quiet and quiet.

Ning Yin and Qian Qianqian waited until it was dark near Yizhuang. Then the guard of Yizhuang hunched over, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, and walked forward slowly. During the time when the guard left, the Yizhuang was empty. Yes, no one is watching.

There was nothing wrong with Ning Yin staring at the back of the old guard, but he always felt that something was weird.

"Let's go." Ning Yin gave up, and he glanced at the hesitant Qianqian, signaling him not to stand still.

But after waiting for a long time, Qianqian refused to leave. He clutched the weeds on the ground with both hands, and said guiltily: "I won't go to Yizhuang, it's detrimental to morality!"

Ning Yin clicked his tongue in distaste, this money really likes to hold back at critical moments, he thought for a while, and then said: "Among the many people lying in there now, there is one who is your best friend. Yan Huan's good brother. I advise you to take a look, and treat him as a last mile."

As he spoke, he tugged on Qian Qianqian's collar, but the other party remained motionless.

Qian Qianqian refused to move, he was anxious: "You don't lie to me, do you think I don't know, Yang Rui is not the only one lying here!"

Money is the most important thing in the bank, so the most indispensable thing in the Yizhuang is naturally corpses.

Money is still very clear about this truth.

Ning Yin was afraid that the guard would come back, so he stopped persuading him and said, "Stay here, don't run around, if I don't see you when I come back, I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, Ning Yin quickly walked towards the gate of Yizhuang, and Qianqian, who was left alone, looked up tremblingly, only to see two big red lanterns hanging on the gate of Yizhuang, feeling that life was even more hopeless.

crunch--

Ning Yin pushed open the gate of Yizhuang, and the purpose of entering was a stone table, on which there was a seven-star formation. The purpose of the seven-star formation here was obvious at a glance.

Ning Yin walked around the stone table cautiously, only to see that there was an entrance to the stone table. The entrance was rather large, but there was no door. There was only a dark blue curtain hanging firmly to block the scene behind the door.

After he lifted the curtain, he found that this was a hall full of coffins. There were a few candles placed in the four corners of the hall, but the fire was very weak, and a few gusts of cold wind entered through the gaps in the wooden windows.

A gust of cold wind hit, the candle flickered a few times, and almost went out.

"...Everyone, I didn't intend to offend you when I came to your place. I hope you don't blame me. Offended, offended." Ning Yin looked at the coffins that filled the room, and felt a chill from the soles of her feet. When he got up, he swallowed his saliva, quickly bowed to them respectfully, and said several good words in succession, then pushed open the lid of the nearest coffin, and searched for Yang Rui's corpse one by one.

While looking for it, Ning Yin smelled a faint fragrance. He sniffed it, but found that he didn't smell anything, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to search.

He didn't know Yang Rui, but when he happened to pass by the third courtyard, he caught a few glimpses of Yang Rui who always liked to wear a white shirt and read by the window.And Qianqian also told himself just now that Yang Rui was handsome, tall and thin, and died of poisoning in less than a day, so it should be easy to recognize...

But this is the Yizhuang where there is the least shortage of corpses, so Ning Yin, who is as brave as a tiger, can't help shivering after pushing open two or three coffin lids one after another to see what's going on inside the hall.

Ning Yin couldn't help rubbing her hands, and didn't dare to push the coffin lid easily, it was really unlucky.

After a while, Ning Yin was worried that the guards would come back, but she also felt that Yang Rui's body should not be here. After all, the case had not been finalized, so the coffin must not have been closed yet.

Ning Yin was staring at the gloomy hall, but suddenly heard a heavy "dong dong" sound of knocking on the wooden boards. He swallowed and listened carefully, only to realize that the sound was made by A coffin five paces away.

"..."

In the middle of the night, there was a knocking sound from a coffin placed in the Yizhuang. This... This scene is similar to the content of the book I saw two days ago, and it is strange.

dong dong dong-

The coffin that was close at hand kept making heavy knocking sounds, and the boards of the covered coffin also fell one after another, undulating with the movements coming from inside.

Ning Yin wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and was about to turn around to hide, but heard a stiff and flat voice from the coffin behind him, but the tone was full of surprise: "There is a guest at home—!"

What a strange thing! ?

Ning Yin was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, he didn't even have the courage to look back, he was about to run, but he heard a voice behind him again, but this voice was very similar to Zuo Wuxun's voice : "Ning Yin, long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

"..."

... Has Zuo Wuxun come too, no, no, no, it must be the strange thing lying in the coffin deliberately imitating Zuo Wuxun's voice!

Ning Yin didn't dare to look back, but the next moment, he found that his feet were as heavy as iron, and he couldn't lift them up. The cold sweat on his forehead grew more and more, but then, Ning Yin's shoulders hurt, as if was beaten.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Yin's eyes twitched for a while, and after he realized it again, the surroundings became very quiet.

The knocking sound was gone, and the sound of the strange thing was gone, but Ning Yin found that she was still standing at the door of the hall, as if she hadn't moved a step in, and everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion.

And the weirdest thing is that suddenly there is another person beside Ning Yin, it is Zuo Wuxun.

Ning Yin was sweating all over his body, his voice was trembling, he realized something was wrong: "You...what's going on?"

Zuo Wuxun was holding a slender gray cigarette in his hand. Hearing this, he shook the gray cigarette in his hand and explained: "Someone in this hall put up phantom incense, and you didn't notice it, so the middle The phantom fragrance."

Ning Yin understood that it was Zuo Wuxun who saved him, he breathed a sigh of relief, realized that he had been tricked just now, and immediately gritted his teeth in hatred: "What is this, a conspiracy?"

"This phantom incense is right here, you didn't see it." Zuo Wuxun said, "But why did you come to Yizhuang at night?"

After Ning Yin knew that he had been poisoned by the phantom fragrance, he opened the silver needle bag he carried with him and pricked several acupoints. After recovering some vitality, he asked back: "The third son from the left came in the middle of the night. What is Yizhuang for?"

The two looked at each other, and the crackling flames flashed in the air as they looked at each other.

This pair of enemies refused to suspend their internal fighting even in this dark place.

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