Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

The corridors are full of beautifully dressed women and wealthy men.

Yingge lived diagonally across from him, and there was a maid guarding the door, and it was unknown if she was still there.

Thinking of this, Song Ting walked to Yingge's door. The maid at the door looked fair and somewhat similar to Yingge. Seeing that Song Ting was looking for Yingge, she quickly reached out to stop him.

"Young master, Yingge won't pick up any guests today."

Song Ting stopped, and he smiled: "Girl, you misunderstood, I came to Yingge to talk to her about something."

The servant girl's eyes turned cold: "I'm sorry, Yingge really won't pick up guests today."

Every day there are people like this who come here especially for their fame, and they find all kinds of strange reasons just to meet Yingge, and she is no longer surprised by it.

Song Ting was taken aback, why is this person so stubborn?

He rubbed his forehead and was thinking of a way to get in when Yingge's voice came from inside the room.

"Let him in."

The servant girl was taken aback, glanced at Song Ting, and put down the hand that stopped him.

Only then did Song Ting raise his hand and push open the door. The room was decorated extravagantly. Yingge was sitting at the table in the room with a cup of tea in her hand. With bright makeup, bright eyes and white teeth, she looked at Song Ting and smiled slowly.

That smile is really like a hundred flowers blooming in front of my eyes, and the gleam of light at the turn of day is soul-stirring.

Song Ting stepped forward and sat down opposite her, before he even opened his mouth, Yingge seemed to know the reason for his visit, she smiled and said: "The young masters really misunderstood me, I really have nothing to do with those things. It doesn't matter, you don't have to keep staring at the servant's house all the time."

Song Ting was taken aback, why did he feel that Yingge's voice was much louder than yesterday?

He withdrew his thoughts and said lightly: "We'll find out if it's related or not."

Yingge raised the corners of her lips helplessly: "Then just a few young masters."

Song Ting smiled, looking at Yingge's living environment without a trace in his eyes, the room was clean and bright, the door was right in front of the bed, the left side was the table where they sat, and the right side was a piano, Behind the qin is a screen embroidered with peonies, which are exquisitely embroidered and bright.

He stood up slowly, with a surprised tone: "How can this screen be so lifelike!"

He pretended to be attracted by the screen, and walked towards the screen, but quietly took out a talisman and hid it in the palm of his hand.

He walked quickly to the screen, raised his hand and touched the screen, but the spell in his hand did not respond.

He pretended to be exaggerated and exclaimed: "This screen embroidery method is really unique, and every stitch and thread is really rare."

As he said that, he turned his eyes and looked at the piano in front of the screen. He turned around and raised his hand to touch it. His palm was pressed against the body of the piano, but the spell in his hand still had no response. He said in a surprised voice:

"What kind of wood is this wood used to make the piano? Why does it look so elegant?"

Yingge opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Song Ting turned around and touched the colorful curved porcelain vase with enamel and filigree.

"This porcelain bottle is so beautiful! This color, this luster, it's really a collection!"

Just like that, before Yingge could react, Song Ting tested every part of her room.

But he didn't find a ghost in her room.

Song Ting kept turning around in the room, sweat was already breaking out on his forehead, he wiped his forehead, and finally stopped.

Yingge at the side finally came to his senses, he didn't think the things in the room were novel and expensive, he was clearly inspecting her room!Her bright eyes lit up with anger:

"Young master, if you want to check the residence of the slave family, you don't need to use such an outrageous method, just tell the slave family, the slave family is not afraid of the shadow, and you have a clear conscience!"

Song Ting smiled, didn't say anything more, sat down opposite Yingge again, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen much in the world, so I made you laugh."

The corner of Yingge's mouth twitched, is there something wrong with this person?

She gritted her teeth and said, "Then have you seen it all?"

Song Ting nodded: "These things are really wonderful, by the way, why did you let me in just now?"

Yingge took a deep breath, and her expression gradually calmed down: "I know that the young masters are here for the matter of the peach blossom paper, but those things really have nothing to do with the slave family. Seeing that you are so persistent, the slave family is not easy to stop , I can only cooperate with you to prove my innocence."

Song Ting lowered his eyelashes slightly when he heard this, that Yingge's words and actions did seem to be fine, and she was very calm, but she was the most suspicious, which is strange.

Yingge stared at Song Ting: "Is there anything else you want to know, my lord? As long as I know about it, I will definitely tell you."

Song Ting raised his eyebrows, so cooperative?He smiled and said, "Then I won't be polite. When did you and Ye Mingjie meet?"

"At the beginning of August last year, when the slave family was vying for the oiran, he was invited by a friend to come to Yunqi Tower. This was the first time he saw me, and he would come whenever he had nothing to do."

"Competing for the oiran? Then you failed to compete for the oiran?"

He had never heard that Yingge was the oiran.

"Yes, the selection of the oiran in Yunqi Tower will take three days. On the third day, I have a lot of pimples on my face, so I lost the selection. This year's oiran selection is coming soon. If you are interested, you can take a look. At that time, I can vote for my family, my family is very grateful!"

The corner of Song Ting's mouth twitched, and he continued: "Everyone who met you before death, what did they say to you?"

"This...everyone says it differently, but it's nothing more than venting the feeling that I'm going to die." She paused slowly as she spoke, with a trace of doubt on her face: "But...that leaf Young master is different...he seems to be quite happy..."

Song Ting raised his forehead, Ye Mingjie, that idiot, probably only cared about looking at the beauties, sooner or later he would be killed by himself!

He looked at Yingge who was very cooperative: "Did you invite those who received peach blossom notes?"

"Of course not! Some of them only met Nujia a few days ago, and they have never seen Nujia again after receiving the peach blossom note, and some of them just couldn't bear the loneliness, so they came to Nujia.

As for Mr. Ye, he was the only one who asked him out to meet, because the servants saw that Mr. Ye was not bad-hearted, so they wanted to remind him. "

Song Ting stared at Yingge: "Then how did you know that Ye Mingjie received the peach blossom paper?"

Both he and Xu Yu knew about Uncle Liu by chance, so how could Yingge, a brothel girl, know about this?

Yingge stopped holding the teacup, and the pale yellow tea rippled in circles. She lowered her eyes and said with a smile, "Young Master Ye is a kind person. He sent someone to tell the servants about this. Said that during this period of time, I can't come to listen to the slave's singing."

Song Ting didn't notice Yingge's little move, and his bushy eyebrows frowned, which might indeed be something Ye Mingjie would do.

"My lord, is there anything else you want to ask?" Yingge's bright eyes turned to Song Ting.

Song Ting stood up: "Not for the time being, if there is anything else I want to ask, I will come and ask you."

Yingge also stood up: "The slave's family is sending you off."

Song Ting smiled: "No, leave."

After speaking, Song Ting turned around and left.

Yingge stood in place and watched Song Ting, the meaning of his eyes was unclear.