Yan Mingguang stepped forward and looked down at the wooden sign in his hand for a while.
Yan Wei's eyes wandered, and he was embarrassed to meet Yan Mingguang's eyes. He looked left and right, and the girls who were watching secretly also left, wondering if they were frightened by Yan Mingguang's indifferent aura.
Guanyin Town has been in trouble for so long, and someone in Hualou just committed suicide. Most of the girls' boudoirs upstairs in Wanhualou are quite intoxicated. When Yan Mingguang came, no one deliberately moved around here. The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of silk and bamboo from below came up little by little, enveloping the surrounding candlelight dimly.
Yan Mingguang didn't speak, his eyes moved from the wooden sign to Yan Wei's face. He seemed to be looking into Yan Wei's eyes, with a very serious expression, just looking straight at it.
Yan Wei didn't dare to look at each other. He lowered his eyes for a while, but didn't hear what Yan Mingguang said.
The flower building is filled with intoxicating fragrance of flowers, mixed together, it makes people feel distracted.
With such a huge pile of hot potatoes in his hands, Yan Wei could hardly bear it anymore. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a faint smile in front of him.
Yan Mingguang's voice is always like a green pine covered with snow, low but mixed with a cold tone. This time, it seemed to be a little bit springy: "Why don't you like more things..."
These words seemed to be teased with a smile, but they seemed a little helpless.
Yan Wei was stunned for a moment, and forgot about the embarrassment just now, holding the flower cards of these girls in his hand, he raised his eyes to meet Yan Mingguang's gaze.
"What?" he said.
Is this jealousy or something else
Why didn't he quite understand
Yan Mingguang's pure black pupils reflected Yan Wei's figure, and the candlelight in his pupils swayed like bright stars, showing no emotion.
Yan Mingguang said again: "Let's go."
At the same moment, Yan Wei also suddenly withdrew his wandering mind - he felt a strange and sinister aura.
The scent of flowers around seemed to be much stronger, mixed with a little bit of Yan Wei's familiar smell... It was the scent of flowers when the female ghost attacked him that night!
Yan Wei closed his eyes slightly, his senses spread out, and he listened attentively, as if he heard the voices of those charming men and women coming from a place. That's where the fragrance of flowers wafts.
He and Yan Mingguang glanced at each other, and the other side nodded towards him, he couldn't care less about the flower cards in his hand anymore, the wooden cards fell to the ground like in his hand. Yan Mingguang took Yan Wei's hand and disappeared into the flower building in an instant.
They don't even know how to suppress female ghosts now, and there are only two props, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang, so it's not wise to confront dirty things blatantly. Yan Wei didn't need to say this, Yan Mingguang naturally knew it, he used his skills, took Yan Wei with him, and appeared in an uninhabited alley a few streets away from Wanhualou in an instant.
This path is quite remote, and further on is the weird Black Sea, and the common people basically don't go there except for funerals and picking up people. The two of them appeared out of thin air, and no one noticed.
The scenery flashed before Yan Wei's eyes, and when he stood still, what he saw was a quiet alley.
Yan Mingguang still held his hand.
Yan Wei gently pressed the back of Yan Mingguang's hand with his fingertips, unconsciously rubbing it slightly. He still felt that what Yan Mingguang just said was a bit strange, and even touched his vague feeling of being concealed.
But he looked at Yan Mingguang, and finally swallowed back the words to continue asking.
If Yan Mingguang really wanted to say something, he would have said it long ago, and he would not wait until he asked. Asking is the most meaningless move, it is better for him to find the answer himself.
He already has some eyebrows.
Yan Wei withdrew his eyes, glanced at the swallow necklace that Yan Mingguang wore all the time, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he regained his normal expression.
"The person who died in the school today," he said, "did he fall under the guidance of that female ghost when he came to Wanhualou?"
Yan Mingguang nodded lightly: "80% yes."
Over the years, most of the dead who died in that weird way died suddenly in the room or in places without any signs of fighting. Moreover, after they died, the corpses decomposed quickly, but within a day they would be covered with plaques, and their bodies would be bruised and stiff, and they would suddenly rise up in the coffin.
Yan Wei speculated before that they didn't fall for that female ghost at the moment of death, but earlier. It's just that the evil spirits absorb the essence in their bodies, and when a certain critical point is reached, those people will suddenly die.
Yan Wei has experienced the way female ghosts act—it is an unspeakable matter between men and women, and people sink into it unconsciously.
In a place like Wanhualou, when those people come here, they are in a daze, and they don't know whether they are dealing with people or ghosts. And those people didn't realize it, they died suddenly after going back for a while, plus there were some old and weak women and children who had accidents, the people of Guanyin Town naturally wouldn't think of Wanhualou.
Looking at it now, those old, weak, women and children who died in the same strange way, or those who were frightened and suffered from soul-loss disease, were mostly just a cover-up of the female ghost, only to expand the scope of the dead, making people think that the female ghost is everywhere. In addition, some of the deceased's neighbors also had accidents, and the common people would only think that something was wrong in the deceased's house.
Judging from the current clues, there is no doubt about this for the time being.
But where did this female ghost come from? Why did they mainly attack the male customers of Wanhualou? What does it have to do with the vicious Shen house that Ah Yu said
Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang.
Yan Mingguang said: "Just now I followed that man who suffered from soul-lost disorder, and learned some things."
He said, paused, but did not continue.
Yan Wei blinked, "Put it together with what you know, and my side mission should be about the same. So this female ghost—"
"Let's go back and talk about it first." Yan Mingguang looked as usual, but the tone of these words was a little hasty.
Yan Wei originally wanted to complete the task earlier and confirm the number of people, but Yan Mingguang had to drag it back first and said that it was not unreasonable-after all, super high-level players who can enter this dungeon have a bit of a hole card, if someone eavesdrops in the dark It's not good to talk to them.
It's just... This person was not such a cautious person in the past, but this time he took the initiative to ask to go back and talk...
Yan Wei always felt that something was wrong with Yan Mingguang, but Yan Mingguang behaved normally from the beginning to the end, he couldn't find anything wrong at all.
All he could say was, "OK."
They went back to Guanyin School hand in hand.
On the way, Yan Wei met two more funeral processions, and the whole Guanyin Town was filled with panic.
After returning, Yan Wei deliberately went to the room of Lin Zhen and the others to check, but there was no one in the room, and he should still be doing the things he explained before. Whether it was finding traces of players from the opposing faction, or letting Lin Zhen and Lin Qing retreat without leaving any traces, it was not a simple matter, and it was normal if they didn't come back so soon.
He sent a message to Lin Qing and Song Chengan respectively, telling them not to fight among themselves, and to go back to Guanyin Academy to discuss the next thing with him immediately after the cooperation.
Afterwards, Yan Wei took Yan Mingguang back to his room in Guanyin Academy.
They sat down next to each other by the bed, Yan Wei hugged Yan Mingguang's arm, watching the man take out a folded painting from his sleeve.
The man moved slowly. Skylight seeps in through the paper-covered windows, dust swaying in the halo, and the light outlines the outline of Yan Mingguang's side face. Yan Wei stared at the opponent's hand, watching him take out the painting slowly, spread the painting out for a while, and unconsciously shifted his attention to Yan Mingguang's face.
After a few glances, Yan Wei kissed Yan Mingguang's chin unconsciously.
In the past, they often analyzed clues side by side in dangerous dungeons, and Yan Wei had done this kind of action several times. After he finished kissing, he didn't respond, but Yan Mingguang was the first to pinch his chin.
"This dungeon is very dangerous," the man said in a steady and solemn voice, "Restrain yourself."
Yan Wei: "?"
Who couldn't hold back on the train before
"Duplicity," he muttered, "hypocrite."
Yan Mingguang did not refute him.
Yan Wei: "What is this painting? Why haven't you opened it yet?"
He was eager to know the number of people on both sides to confirm the camp, Yan Mingguang was lukewarm. Yan Wei couldn't wait, reached out and took the painting over
After spreading it out, a portrait of a woman drawn with fine brushwork came into view.
The portrait is unpainted, just pure black lines. The woman's dress is very long, but the style is very simple. Looking up, the hair accessories are more elegant, and even look similar to the men's hair.
Her eyebrows were smiling, her eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of her mouth were curled up. The beautiful face on the paper was full of gentle smiles.
I don't know who drew this picture, but the simple strokes showed the gentle temperament of this woman. The strokes are elegant, but the strokes are like the wind. No matter in terms of the painting skills of the person who drew the portrait, or the appearance of the woman herself, this painting can be said to be stunning.
But holding Yan Wei in his hand, the cold touch of his fingertips is like the eerie darkness in the middle of the night, eerie and frightening.
The surroundings were already cold and quiet, but after he stared at them a few times, he felt even colder.
Yan Wei closed the painting, and heard Yan Mingguang say, "Her name is Jiang Jingyun. She died five years ago. I found this painting in her room."
"Wanhualou didn't give her room to others?"
"No, because after she died, some people said that they saw her in the middle of the night. The woman we saw who suffered from a loss of soul also said that she was frightened crazy when she saw Jiang Jingyun. So no one dared to live in that room. Locked up."
Yan Wei only asked: "Are there any clothes in the room that she wore during her lifetime? What color?"
"red."
Right on.
Yan Wei put away the painting and listened to Yan Mingguang tell the whole story.
Just now when he was staying in front of the Fengxian House to inquire about Shen Yuanwai, Yan Mingguang followed those who had caught the girl who had lost her soul and found that the girl suddenly yelled when she passed by a locked room, She even nearly broke free from the servant who was holding her. But after passing through that room, the woman's condition improved a lot.
The servants, too, walked very fast when passing by that room, with nervous expressions, as if they were afraid of being entangled by something unlucky.
Yan Mingguang unlocked it directly and went into the room to check.
There was dust in many places in the room. When the door was opened, it was dusty. There was no candlelight, and only dust was flying everywhere.
He found many such portraits in the drawers in the room, as well as some poems and books. The clothes hanging in the closet were either very simple and neat robes, or mostly red dresses for women. On the table next to the wall, there are a lot of wooden cards similar to the Impatiens card, but there is nothing on the wooden cards, and it seems that there is no time to engrave the words.
Yan Mingguang took this painting and spent a lot of money to ask an older handyman in Wanhua Building to find out about the woman.
Jiang Jingyun is not the kind of girl who was bought into a flower house and raised to pick up customers since she was a child. She has her own name, and although her family background is not top-notch, she can be regarded as a lady with a clean net worth. She is also different from other women, she doesn't know where she learned the poems, songs, poems and articles, which are more eye-catching than ordinary women.
However, something happened to the Jiang family more than five years ago.
Not only did Jiang Jingyun's parents die and her family property was ruined by this accident, but she was also sold to a flower house and fell into prostitution.
Shen Yuanwai has coveted Jiang Jingyun for a long time, and the downfall of the Jiang family does not know how much Shen Yuanwai's handwriting was involved in the downfall of the Jiang family. Just after Jiang Jingyun was sold into Wanhualou, Shen Yuanwai spent tens of thousands of gold to buy him away. At that time, he was not the only one who came to buy Jiang Jingyun. It is said that some scholars from Guanyin Academy came here every day. Unfortunately, Shen Yuanwai was too aggressive, and finally Shen Yuanwai took away Jiang Jingyun's contract of sale.
Jiang Jingyun only stayed in Wanhualou for a few days, but she didn't choose her flower name or engrave her flower card, so she was taken to Shen's house.
Within a few days, the servants of Shen's house vented that Jiang Jingyun was dead.
The life of Hualou girl is not life, Jiang Jingyun will die when she dies, and Shen Zhai still searches for beautiful women every once in a while. But in Wanhua Building, people began to encounter ghosts, saying that they saw a long-haired woman in a red dress wandering in the building, and the girl who Yan Wei met in Wanhua Building was frightened crazy at that time. .
Wanhualou invited people to do the ritual, and this matter was suppressed.
Later, although accidents began to happen in Guanyin Town, the people involved in the accidents included men, women and children, and they did not die in this brothel.
Yan Wei tossed the coin in his hand and said, "The source of evil in the Black Sea around Guanyin Town is these people who died abnormally. They are all related to Jiang Jingyun. This Jiang Jingyun's death is the enemy of members Shen... What we want to suppress is Jiang Jingyun resentment?"
As soon as Yan Wei finished speaking, the dungeon prompt sounded in the minds of all players of the same camp as him.
[Congratulations to a player in the player's camp for completing the side mission - to obtain the cause of death of most of the dead who died inexplicably, and to find out the source of the black sea resentment in Guanyin Town. This side task is helpful to the progress of the main line. Players who complete this task will get 3 progress rewards, and other players in the camp will get 2 progress rewards. ]
[Congratulations to the faction the player belongs to for receiving the reward of the side quest—the number of people in both factions. ]
[The total number of players loaded in this copy: 25 people, the number of your current camp: 8 people. ]
After listening to the prompt, Yan Wei subconsciously glanced at Yan Mingguang.
Eight people... He, Yan Mingguang, Lin Qing and Lin Zhen, Yu Feizhou, Song Chengan, Zhong Bufan, Yu Zhengqing, exactly eight. Nothing seems to be wrong.
Just now Yan Mingguang hesitated, as if he didn't want him to complete this side mission, he thought...
Maybe it was just that he was thinking too much.
Outside Shen's house.
Lin Zhen, who had just completed the siege and interception, threw the arrow feathers in his hands casually, and laughed: "Wow, wow, no way, we only have 8 out of 25 people? Seventeen to eight, it's such a big game."
Lin Qing just said: "It's expected. Don't throw the arrows around. Some of them can imitate our skills. We try not to let them get our arrows."
Lin Zhen spread his hands.
Yu Feizhou shook his head helplessly, leaned over and picked up the arrow.
Inside Shen's house.
Quite a few players gathered around a room, and the sound of quarreling rang out one after another. The two people who used Lin Qing's skills and props appeared in succession just now, and they haven't figured out the reason until now, but the noise has become more and more serious.
If you count the number of coats carefully, there are sixteen people including Lin Qiao, excluding the dead Meng Lin.
A man with a black cloth over his eyes and a black suit was also sitting among them.
Although Geng Liang couldn't see, his skills naturally connected his five senses with his perception, and he felt that the complexions of the other people were already extremely bad. But it hasn't reached the point of complete infighting. As an undercover agent who has successfully sneaked into this camp, since Lin Qing provided such an excellent anti-kill, it would be a waste for him not to expand the effect.
He took an opportunity to add some embellishments and said a few words, but his voice suddenly fell silent.
[… The total number of players loaded in this copy: 25 people, the number of your current camp: 8 people. ]
Geng Liang: "???"
According to the prompt, there should be a total of seventeen people in the hostile camp he mixed into.
Meng Lin is dead, which means there should be sixteen people in this camp.
There are indeed sixteen of them here, that's right...
But he is an undercover agent! !