Jiajing Spiritual Records

"Master doesn't see any guests today, please come back—" On the dull face, the dark pupils rolled in the eye sockets, and before he opened his mouth, the familiar child's voice sounded from behind the door.After all, close the door.Unexpectedly, Su Xian's right foot quickly got into the crack of the door, he leaned sideways on the red painted door, exerted a little force on his elbow, and the two doors that were only half an inch apart quickly became wide open.

"Tell your master that the Commander of Jin Yiwei has something to do with Suxian and he is looking for him." He squinted at the little boy blocking the door, his jaw slightly raised showing a careless look.Ning Huan subconsciously followed Su Xian's gaze to look at the person behind the door. There was not much expression on that pale face, but the familiar child's voice repeated over and over again: "Master doesn't see any guests today. Come back."

Su Xian let out a "tsk", frowned slightly, he hummed softly impatiently, and stuck a yellow talisman in his hand on the little boy's forehead. "Crack, cluck", a strange sound came out of the boy's mouth, as if the rotating axle was stuck by a stone and could not move. "Looks like I have to find it myself." Suxian looked back at Ning Huan behind him, and said hello, "Let's go."

"The head of the Yang family was originally Yang Qiong, who disappeared for no reason 14 years ago, and was succeeded by his younger brother Yang Qi. Since then, the Yang family, which had flourished in the capital, seemed to have disappeared overnight. I thought the Yang family had disappeared. After leaving the capital, it was not until four years ago that I came to investigate the case three times, and finally found the hiding place of the Yang family."

"So, the head of the Yang family that Zhao Wanniang said is Yang Qiong?" Su Xian nodded.

Yang's residence must have been here for some years, vines crawled from the base of the wall all over the entire wall, a large area of ​​soil was exposed on the mottled white wall, and the potholes looked like figures nailed to the wall.Moss emerges from the cracks in the tiles inside the house, and the lush plants more or less cover up the whole poplar house.The sky was a little dark, and the flickering candles were flickering not far away. Yang's house was as silent as a huge unattended tomb.

"Da, da, da." The sound of their footsteps echoed in the sticky air.Through a promenade, there is a row of houses ahead.The light is filtered out layer by layer by the climbing plants around the promenade, and the thin light can only be illuminated by the burning candles on both sides. It is as deep as a tomb passage leading to the underworld.

"The Yang family is so big, why can't we even see a young servant?" Ning Huan murmured softly as he followed Su Xian.He carefully explored his surroundings, under the dim candlelight, he only felt a gloomy gaze following behind him all the time.

Ning Huan anxiously followed that feeling and looked back, but there was no one there.He frowned slightly, his gaze swept across the top of his head inadvertently, and suddenly met a pair of blood-colored eyes.Ning Huan's heart tightened, and he staggered back.The woman in front of her was wearing a bright red dress, her face was pale, her blue fingers were holding onto the pillars on the top, she was climbing on the porch, she bent slightly, her long black hair was hanging straight down, floating an inch above Ning Huan's head.

When Su Xian heard the movement, he turned his head in surprise, followed Ning Huan's gaze, "It's just a puppet decoration." He raised his chin, pointed to another black silhouette not far away, and said, " There's another one over there."

Ning Huan stared at the woman in red on the top without blinking. After a long while, she found that she was still still.The candlelight fell on her pale face, reflecting a weird smile.Ning Huan swallowed with difficulty: "This... this is too real!"

While speaking, Su Xian had already walked a few steps away, and Ning Huan hurriedly followed after seeing this.No one noticed that when the two turned around, the eyeballs of the woman on top rolled abruptly.

The corridor was coming to an end, and almost every ten steps there would be a puppet of a white-clothed maid standing aside.After passing through the long corridor, a house with yellow symbols on the door appeared at the end of a row of houses.The two walked over, and through the white window paper, a black coffin could be vaguely seen in the middle, and white candles surrounded the coffin, exuding an indescribable burnt smell.Su Xian's eyes fell on the black coffin, and he frowned immediately.

Ning Huan leaned aside, looking around with erratic eyes, thinking that he would never go to any puppet show again.The cold wind blew, the leaves made a "rustle" sound, the sky became darker, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.Candlelight flickered in the room where the black coffin was parked, and a black shadow of a human head hung from the white window paper.

The black hair brushed Ning Huan's cheeks, Ning Huan trembled, his head was so stiff that he looked up, and saw the woman in red was bending over him just now, half an inch above his head, with long black hair Covering all the surrounding light, only the blood-red eyes can be seen by the light.

With a crisp sound of "snap", the head of the woman in red fell off, and "rolled" rolled to Ning Huan's feet, her bloody eyes were still wide open, staring fixedly at Ning Huan.Ning Huan still didn't recover, but mechanically turned his head to the side, and Su Xian pulled out the knife at some point.He raised his eyes slightly, and the remaining half of the woman in red was still clinging to the beam, "Overthinking one's abilities." Su Xian sneered.Short Blade danced a beautiful flower knife in his hand, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Who am I to say? It turns out that Lord Su is here, and I am really disappointed."

When Su Xian saw the visitor, he snorted coldly, and slowly withdrew the knife: "Master Yang." He revealed the identity of the visitor lightly.

In the hall, candlelight illuminates every corner.Yang Qi looked tired. He rubbed the center of his brows, forced a smile, and asked, "Master Su is here now, what can I do?"

Su Xian took a sip of the hot tea in his hand, and said casually: "What can you do here? Naturally, I asked you to buy a bell puppet."

Yang Qi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Kesu...doesn't Mr. Su dislike these things?"

"If you didn't like it before, it doesn't mean you don't like it now." Su Xian raised his chin in the direction of Ning Huan.Ning Huan sat in a corner on one side, straightened his back, and looked as if he was sitting upright.It would be too weird to say that the hall is too weird, there is a maid puppet one person tall behind each back chair, and Ning Huan is sweating coldly on the back of Ning Huan's neck with the cold breath.

Su Xian raised one corner of his mouth, and said: "My friend has a single seedling in his family, and I hope he can be famous, but—" Su Xian smiled viciously, "He's out of his mind."

Ning Huan was tensing up, and he could only swallow his anger at Su Xian's teasing, baring his teeth was considered a small flutter.

Yang Qi understood, smiled and said: "Of course it is possible. It's just that these days the three-handedness is strictly controlled, and no one dares to buy goods inside. It will have to wait for a while. Or else - the adults will come to pick it up at another time?"

Su Xian snorted, resting his chin with his hands, slightly pursed his lips: "That's not okay—" Su Xian said slowly, "My friend is in a hurry. Otherwise, we'll stay in Yang's mansion until Mr. Yang's house Make something out?"

"This..." Yang Qi looked rather embarrassed.

"Then trouble Master Yang to arrange a room, and there is no need to trouble, I can share a room with that kid." Su Xian said indifferently.

Seeing that Su Xian had made up his mind, Yang Qi was so anxious that he had no choice but to offend this evil spirit.He sighed, and greeted the servant next to him dejectedly, "Take Mr. Su and Mr. Ning down to rest." The servant nodded.

After the two entered the house, Ning Huan asked curiously, "Why didn't you ask him about Yang Qiong's whereabouts?"

Suxian replied: "Do you still remember the room where the black coffin was parked?" Ning Huan nodded, "There are 64 soul-requieting nails nailed on it, and the white candles around are made from corpse oil. What do you say?" Is something going to be suppressed with a corpse oil lamp and soul nail at the same time?" Su Xian narrowed his eyes, "We don't dare to let us know what is hidden in Panling Yang's house."

It was already dark, Ning Huan licked his dry lips, and lay down on the table wearily: "The Yang family is so big, and there are not many servants here. No one has brought us a pot of water until now. "

"Dong dong", the door was knocked, and Ning Huan got up to open the door.A face came in from the darkness, it seemed to be covered with a thick layer of white powder, only the lips were as bright red as blood, the candlelight shone on his dark pupils, he rolled his eyes like fearing the light Huan was taken aback for a moment, then decisively closed the door with a "bang".

"What's the matter?" Su Xian bent his knees and leaned against the window, and raised his head in surprise when he heard the sound.

Ning Huan turned his back to the door, and the voice of "dong dong" sounded methodically again, "Go and open the door." Ning Huan's eyes turned to one side erratically, and he lay sickly on the bed, like an ostrich. Covering his head in the quilt, "I have seen enough of today's strange things at once, let me take it easy."

"That's all it takes!"

Su Xian raised his eyebrows, got up and opened the door.The grimace was still standing outside the door.Su Xian took the teapot from him indifferently, and the boy put down his hand, and turned around stiffly.The moonlight was very dark, only their room leaked a little light in this dark corridor, the child retreated into the darkness, with a sound of "da, da, da", something moved along the wooden door in the dark corridor. The stairs went down slowly.

Ning Huan hadn't drank water since morning, and now he got out of the quilt. He picked up the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water into the tea bowl, intending to gulp it down.

"Wait." Suxian stopped Ning Huan. "What's wrong?" Ning Huan's hand holding the tea bowl stopped in mid-air, and he raised his head in surprise.

Su Xian took the tea bowl in Ning Huan's hand, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, then took the pot on the table, he frowned and said: "There is something in this water."

Ning Huan's eyes widened: "Murder to silence?"

"Then Yang Qi isn't that bold, it's just a general drug." Su Xian snorted disdainfully, "After all, drug and poison have two consequences if I find out."

"But...but what does it mean that he put drugs into our tea?" Ning Huan was a little puzzled.

The window lattice was opened for half a day, the cold moonlight was reflected on the window paper, and the cold wind poured in through the window crack.Su Xian sneered, with a dark look in his eyes, he stared out of the window and replied: "Then let's see what they are going to do tonight is so shady."

Ning Huan pursed his dry lips, stared at the pot of tea on the table and did not speak.