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After breakfast, Fang Li proposed to go out for a walk.

The others were still eating in the hall. Together with Zhu Yicheng, he checked the six rooms where people lived last night one by one.

After turning around, he found that only the room they lived in had a hole poked in the window paper.

Zhu Yicheng said: "Now I believe it, this car likes to give you special treatment."

Fang Li: "..." He doesn't like this kind of special treatment at all, okay?

Zhu Yicheng then sighed: "Oh, those who are favored have nothing to fear."

"Stop making trouble," Fang Li patted him on the back, "let's go and see that well."

Under normal circumstances, people will add a cover to the mouth of the well, firstly to ensure the water quality is clean and hygienic, and secondly to prevent people from falling down.

But this well, there was nothing beside the well.

Fang Li leaned over to look, Zhu Yi was afraid that he would fall in and grabbed one of his arms specially.

The well was very deep, and it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The only thing that can be felt is the cold and damp water vapor coming from the well, which at least proves that this is not a dry well.

"Is there anything in the well?" Zhu Yicheng asked.

"I can't see it," Fang Li replied.

He asked Zhu Yicheng: "Isn't your family practicing Fengshui? You don't see any problems?"

Zhu Yicheng retorted straightforwardly: "I don't learn this, of course I can't see it."

They were chatting by the well when they heard footsteps behind them.

Fang Li straightened up, looked back, and saw one of the three servants who followed the boy this morning.

This is a little girl with a double bun, with a delicate and lovely face.

She originally wanted to come here to remind the two guests to stay away from the well, but she didn't expect that the two guests were prettier than the other.

Looks better than Mr.

The little girl blushed, and the voice of the reminder became as thin as a mosquito: "Guest, sir, you can't get too close to this well except him."

Zhu Yicheng was a little puzzled: "Why? Is there any treasure in the well?"

In his eyes, only the place where the treasure is hidden can not be easily seen by outsiders.

The little girl shook her head, expressing that she didn't know either.

She is just a maid in Guilou, and she just does what the master orders, and she has no right to ask the reason.

Fang Li's gaze was always on the bell tied around her waist. Taking this opportunity, he asked, "Can I see your bell?"

He had a friendly smile on his face and a gentle tone.

The little girl nodded, and silently untied her bell and handed it over.

This is a copper bell, the bell is engraved with simple patterns, small and unique.

Fang Li turned the bell over and looked carefully, and saw two carved eyes on the bell's round belly.

He asked Zhu Yicheng to take a look, Zhu Yicheng frowned slightly after seeing the pattern on the bell, and then exchanged a look with him.

Fang Li nodded imperceptibly, then returned the bell with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, we'll stay away from the well."

After the work of reminding was done, it was rare for the little girl to meet such a talkative guest, so she withdrew contentedly.

As soon as her back disappeared into the curved corridor, Fang Li raised his elbow and bumped Zhu Yicheng beside him, asking, "How is it?"

The bell is not simple at first glance, and it may play some role when worn, but he doesn't know much about these traditional cultures, and judging from Zhu Yicheng's reaction, he should know something.

Sure enough, Zhu Yicheng said, "It's a tiger head bell."

Fang Li thought about it for a while, and the pattern on the bell was indeed engraved with a tiger: "Does it have any effect?"

Zhu Yicheng said: "To ward off evil spirits."

Fang Li snorted.

He remembered that basically every servant here wore such a bell.

To ward off evil spirits, does this evil come from this house?

After much deliberation, he decided to rest for a while, wait for Zhao Xiaotong and Yu Jiaxi to come over, and go outside the house together.

It is late autumn now, and there is a big tree in the courtyard that needs to be surrounded by two people. It looks like a middle-aged uncle suffering from hair loss, and most of the leaves on the branches have fallen off.

The sun shone in the yard, bright but not warm.

Fang Li went to the little maid and asked if he could change the quilt, but was told that before they came to the house, it was raining and all the quilts were damp.

Fang Li simply supported himself, dragged two chairs out with Zhu Yicheng, and hung the bedding on the chairs to bask in the sun.

In the afternoon, they put on their bags and ran outside the house.

After wandering aimlessly in the town for a while, Zhao Xiaotong said that he was thirsty, so the four turned into a teahouse.

Seeing that they were unfamiliar with each other, the owner of the teahouse took the initiative to say a few words.

After learning that they were guests invited to his home by Mr. Gui, the owner of the teahouse showed a trace of envy.

He stood by the side, as if caught in some kind of memory: "I really envy you, who wouldn't want to hear the drama of the brothers and sisters of the Gui family back then."

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat: "Brothers and sisters of the Gui family?"

From last night to now, it was the first time they knew that there was a brother and sister in the Gui family.

The servants only mentioned "Sir" in their mouths, and no one ever mentioned the "Miss".

The owner of the teahouse was a little surprised: "You don't know Mr. Gui's sister?"

Fang Li was bumped by Zhu Yicheng, and then he remembered that they appeared here as movie fans who had "obsessed with Mr. Gui for many years and could not extricate themselves", so he hurriedly explained vaguely: "I don't know much about Mr. Gui's family." I just prefer to listen to his plays."

"Oh—" The owner of the teahouse seemed to have found the topic, found a chair, and sat down at their table. "This matter, it can be said that the city was full of trouble back then."

At that time, almost ten years ago, Mr. Gui was only 22 years old at that time, but he was already the most popular character in this area.

Both of Mr. Gui's parents died, and there was only one younger sister named Awen, who was five years younger than him.

Awen also learned to sing opera since she was a child. When it comes to singing on stage, she is not inferior to Mr. Gui in the slightest.

It's just that actors are inherently inferior, and Mr. Gui loves his younger sister very much. Gradually, it's rare for Awen to appear on stage.

Once the two performed on stage, and they sang exactly the scene of the seclusion in the Peony Pavilion, and Du Liniang came back from the dead.

Everyone in the audience clapped and applauded for this scene, except for a young man dressed as a scholar who secretly wiped his tears.

Awen looked at the man, and bumped into the man's line of sight.

After the play was over and the audience cleared up, the scholar asked the servant to pass a letter to Awen, and there was a paragraph of text attached to the letter, the handwriting was clear and meaningful.

"Wait a moment to take a photo of someone so good that it looks like this, and it's so soft. A piece of red shadow with a flower heart hanging in the future for a long time, a piece of red shadow with a flower heart hanging in the future for a long time. Dare it be our dream soul children together."

This is the libretto of "Looking for Dreams" in the Peony Pavilion. Du Liniang fell in love with a scholar at the Peony Pavilion, but when she woke up, she found that it was a dream.

As a matter of course, Awen and the scholar came together and made a private decision for life.

However, Mr. Gui was not optimistic about this couple. He had obstructed it, and Awen had a big fight with him because of this, and the relationship between the two fell into a frozen state for a while.

The storyline of beating mandarin ducks with clubs is roughly the same as in the traditional story. Mr. Gui had a cold war with the younger sister, and once locked her in the attic of his home in anger.

The scholar entrusted someone to send a letter to Awen in the attic, saying in his heart that he was going to take the exam to get a good name, and when he came back, he would carry a big sedan chair to marry Awen.

So Awen waited and waited, waited and waited, but in the end her sweetheart didn't come, she just waited for the news of the marriage of the scholar Shangshu's daughter.

In grief and indignation, Awen changed into the costume of Du Liniang she wore when she first met the scholar, covered her head with a red hijab, and hanged herself in the attic with a red silk.

The owner of the teahouse said a few words and took a sip of tea from his cup. When the story was finished, the water in the cup also bottomed out.

He got up and went to settle the accounts, leaving the four of them staring at each other.

Zhu Yicheng asked: "What do you think?"

Zhao Xiaotong hesitated: "The ghost in this dungeon...could it be the girl who hanged herself?"

Zhu Yicheng nodded: "I think the possibility is quite high."

They have asked all the people in the vicinity, and several of them have heard Mr. Gui sing in the last month.

The possibility of Mr. Gui being a ghost diminished.

Before Awen committed suicide, she specially put on Du Liniang's costume. Presumably, she felt a lot of resentment towards the scholar who failed her. It is not surprising that she became a ghost after death.

Having said that, Fang Li always felt that something was wrong.

Is it really that easy?The dungeon made them guess who the ghost was so easily?

On balance, Fang Li shook his head when Zhu Yicheng asked him how he felt.

"I don't know. We can go to the backyard sometime."

The boy said that Mr. Gui was recuperating in the backyard and didn't like to be disturbed by others, so he told them not to go to the backyard as much as possible.

But don't go, it's not that you can't go.

Risks and benefits are always synchronized, and often there are some clues that can be found in places where restricted words are added.

The others nodded and said yes, and they left the teahouse after drinking their tea.

When they returned to the house, they found that the yard where they lived had exploded.

Someone died, his feet were cut off by a sharp weapon, and they were placed neatly beside the corpse.

The most terrible thing is that the skin from the neck to the top of the corpse has been completely peeled off, and it is hung on a bare tree branch, swinging from side to side by the wind.