"Who?!" Yi Jixuan chased after him.
Yi Jixuan chased out of the courtyard and saw a dense bamboo forest in front of him.
"Bala la la!" Suddenly, a group of bats rushed out.
"Ah!" The more Yi Jixuan shouted, the more panicked the bats became, and they quickly flew away around Yi Jixuan.
"I want your life--" Suddenly, a headless ghost covered in blood pounced towards Yi Jixuan.
"Ah—ghost—" Yi Jixuan turned and ran.
The ghost chased after him immediately. When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Fu Mingrui suddenly jumped out from the gate with a "Cen!" and held out his shining sword in front of the evil ghost.
"Who is causing trouble?" A loud shout scared the headless ghost so much that he turned around and ran away.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!!!" The black shadows fell one by one and surrounded the headless ghost in an instant. They were Zhao Cheng, Wang Quan, Chen Chu, and Li Lidao!
Upon seeing this, the headless ghost knelt down with a plop, turned around and faced Fu Mingrui, and when he opened his shirt on his chest, a man's face was revealed!
"My lord, please spare me! My lord, please spare me! I am a magician! Ah, a magician! Look!" In order to prove that he was a magician, the man pretending to be a ghost opened his robe, and immediately, a bunch of squares flew out!
He casually pulled out another string of colorful silks.
"Enough! We are not here to watch your magic tricks! Why did you come to the Yi family to play tricks!" Zhao Cheng shouted beside him, scaring the headless ghost to quickly explain: "I am just doing this for money! Really! I was instructed by others! Look, sir, this outfit was made with the inspiration you gave me!" The headless ghost hurriedly took off the fake shoulders. It turned out that the headless ghost was not headless at all, but he had put human shoulders on the human head.
"Pfft!" Wang Quan and the others couldn't help but laugh as they watched. They didn't expect their parents to give advice to the liar.
Fu Mingrui's face darkened and he shouted, "Tell me! Who ordered you to do this?" His majestic face became even darker in the darkness.
The magician was startled and lowered his head timidly: "No, I don't know him, but, but someone said, that person is..." The magician recalled carefully, "The descendant of a famous painter in the capital, now moved to the suburbs..."
"Painter?!" Yi Jixuan was a little surprised and looked at Fu Mingrui. Everything that happened recently revolved around a painting and a painter.
The missing Lord Wang Yi was only staring at a painting, and the artist of that painting was the painter Huangshan Taoist.
The haunted Yi Mansion was once the old residence of a painter, and that painter was a Taoist priest from Huangshan.
At this point, Fu Mingrui was already within his guess, but he still stared at the magician: "Which painter?!"
The magician was so anxious that he scratched his head and said, "Hey! Look at my pig brain, what's the name of Huang... Huangshan Immortal?"
"Taoist from Huangshan?" Wang Quan asked back.
The magician immediately raised his head and said, "That's right, it's this Taoist priest from Huangshan. His descendants gave me money and said they would make this place haunted and drive out the people living here. Look, this is the deposit they gave me!" The magician immediately took out a big bag of silver.
A small magician may not be able to earn that much money in two or three years. For this money, he might be willing to kill people and burn things, not to mention that it is within his profession: playing tricks
Fu Mingrui already knew what was going on. He looked at Yi Jixuan and said sternly, "This matter cannot be enforced for the time being, so as not to give the other party a chance to escape and destroy relevant evidence. I will now requisition your house to detain the prisoner!"
Yi Jixuan immediately agreed: "Okay! No problem!"
"And more!" Fu Mingrui added solemnly, "Let all your servants cooperate with us and continue this play." This play is not over yet.
Yi Jixuan smiled confidently: "Don't worry, the people I brought with me are all old servants of our Yi family, and they will all keep their mouths shut."
"Okay!" Fu Mingrui turned back to look at Li Li and said, "Take the suspect away! Everyone else, search the house!"
"yes!"
When everything in the capital was quiet, a fire flickered quietly inside Yi's house, and well-trained yamen runners began to search the house in a low-key manner, looking for possible corpses or "treasures".
Fu Mingsui was waiting for Yi Jixuan and the others to return in the study. When he thought that there might be corpses in the house, he felt uncomfortable all over. He was really impressed by Yi Jixuan's broad-mindedness and the fact that he could tolerate such gloomy things.
Yi Jixuan came over quickly, and Fu Mingsu immediately stepped forward to ask, "How is it?"
"He's caught! He's worthy of being the chief constable of the Eight Gates! I admire you!" Yi Jixuan's face was flushed with interest. He lifted his robe and strode into the study room, then poured himself a cup of tea. "It's so satisfying to watch Ming Rui handle the case."
"Okay, that's good." Fu Mingsu was also relieved. He hadn't told Yi Jilan about the whole thing yet, so as not to make more people worry. And the fewer people who knew about this kind of thing, the less risk there would be.
"What about now?" Fu Mingsui asked Yi Jixuan.
Yi Jixuan took a sip of tea and looked at Fu Mingsui with shining eyes: "He went to look for the corpse. Hahaha." Yi Jixuan laughed heartily.
Fu Mingsu frowned at him. He was looking for a corpse in his own home. It was a pity that he could still laugh. He looked out the window at the dark night. It seemed that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night. What kind of secrets were hidden in this house? Could it be related to the famous painter Huang Ye
"My last name is Lu Xuan... My courtesy name is Jingting..."
A gentle breeze blew over the gurgling waterfall, raising a layer of mist that hit the green grass by the stream, and the dewdrops were crystal clear and lovely. On the bluestone, the beautiful boy had flying black hair, black eyes like sandalwood but empty, and red lips like cherry but bitter.
"When I was twelve years old... I became Huang Ye's apprentice and learned painting from him..."
The boy's indifferent voice revealed his despair about the past, and his pale face was filled with sorrow that made people feel heartbroken.
Lian Youyou leaned against the bluestone and looked sideways at the young man named Lu Xuan, her eyes gradually darkening: "So, Taoist Huangshan is your teacher, and you became his disciple. Are you sleeping in his house?"
The young man nodded slowly, his broken, expressionless face reflected in the trembling stream: "I am his... brother-in-law... My eldest sister is his wife. So, after I became his disciple, I have been living in his house..."
Lian Youyou retracted her gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly: "So... you became... his catamite?" Lian Youyou glanced, and her sharp eyes fell on Lu Xuan's profile.
Lu Xuan's face immediately became horrified, and his whole body began to tremble. He began to slowly hug himself, hugging himself tightly, his nails digging into his white clothes. Immediately, blood flowed out again, staining his white clothes red. His face also began to crack, and the skin on his face was torn off by someone and hung on his face in strips.
Tears continued to flow from his eyes, washing away the blood on his face, flowing over his slender white neck, and dyeing his snow-covered clothes red again... (To be continued)