People's hunch is mysterious and difficult to describe with ink and ink. Just now, Tang Fan felt uncomfortable all over, but he immediately verified his hunch that danger was imminent, and judging from the strength on his neck, the other party was going to put him to death !
He opened his eyes wide, and saw a white figure in front of him. Although it was close at hand, he couldn't even see what the other party looked like, because that face was still wearing a white mask.
With the severe pain in the neck, the ears also sounded like weeping and complaining, and the voice of resentment was intermittent, as if someone was calling for a soul, but it was blurred, and only "wronged soul" and "sacred fox" could be heard vaguely. class words.
Tang Fan has read the book of sages and sages since he was a child, and keeps a distance from ghosts and gods. In this situation, only four words can emerge in his mind: pretend, god, trick, ghost!
Regardless of whether the other party was a real ghost or a fake ghost, he came prepared and had immense strength, but Tang Fan was suddenly attacked, caught off guard, and was soon caught in a breath.
In just a few short breaths, the struggle was fruitless, but there was a tendency to roll his eyes and pass out in a coma.
At this moment, the sound of the sword being unsheathed broke through the air!
The pressure on Tang Fan's neck was relieved. He supported the wall with one hand and touched the wound he had just strangled with the other. He couldn't help coughing violently.
The white shadow on the other end was erratic, but it directly fought with a black shadow.
Someone grabbed Tang Fan's arm and pulled him up.
"Master Tang is very eloquent, why is his skill so unbearable?"
Tang Fan raised his eyes and took a closer look, yo, he's still an acquaintance!
But it was the general banner of Fusi, Jinyiweibei Township, Suizhou, who had met at Huichuntang two days ago.
Sui Zhou's tone was like his own, cold and emotionless, but Tang Fan could still hear a trace of sarcasm in these cold words, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The reason why Suizhou didn't deal with him was not entirely because of the matter in the Marquis of Wu'an this time.
Jinyiwei has always been unpleasant to the Shuntian Mansion, and this history has to be traced back to the role of Jinyiwei.
In short, the grievances have been around for a long time, and it's a long story. It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Tang Fan coughed several times, and he didn't have time to argue with him. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Who is he, and why did he attack me? Why did Master Sui do this? appear here?"
Sui Zhou said coldly, "It's just the remnants of the 'Demon Fox Case', someone who pretends to be a ghost."
While speaking, the man in white was captured by one of Suizhou's guards in Jinyi, and even the white mask on his face was copied, revealing an ordinary and flustered face below.
With the lantern lighting, Tang Fan noticed that on the white mask, a shallow lotus was drawn between the eyebrows.
"White Lotus Sect?" He was stunned for a moment, and combined with what Sui Zhou said just now, he quickly reacted, "Could it be that the 'demon fox case' two years ago was related to the White Lotus Sect?"
Suizhou: "Master Tang has also seen the emblem of the White Lotus Sect?"
Tang Fan: "Yes, I passed by Qinzhou when I was a teenager, and I happened to meet a white lotus cultivator captured by the government there. The emblem on his body is similar to that on this mask. But why did the white lotus cultist attack me?"
Sui Zhou didn't say anything, but the Jin Yiwei who was holding a lantern next to him said: "Since the 'demon fox case', the demon Li Zilong has been making trouble everywhere. In the footsteps, last month, there was a person who fell off the list and walked at night after being drunk. He was almost killed by this group of people. Maybe Master Tang did not wear an official uniform, so he became the target of their attack. In the future Don't come out so late."
Tang Fan smiled at him: "Thank you for letting me know... Kekekeke!"
Although the time he was strangled by the throat was short, because the other party used too much force, his throat was burning hot and it was difficult to speak.
Seeing that he was fine, Sui Zhou called his subordinates to bring the White Lotus cultivator, and turned to leave.
Ignoring the pain in his throat, Tang Fan hurriedly stopped him: "Sui Zongqi stay here!"
Suizhou looked back coldly: "Master Tang doesn't go to recuperate, what else is there?"
Tang Fan: "The murder case of the Marquis of Wu'an will benefit both parties. I also ask President Sui to think about it again!"
Suizhou was unmoved: "Where is the benefit?"
Tang Fan coughed: "The Beizhen Fusi has Zheng Cheng's body, but I know what happened to the pills Zheng Cheng took before he died!"
Sui Zhou finally turned around.
Tang Fan said dumbly: "The medicine in the pill is indeed different from the Fuyangchun recipe. I have found an expert to restore the medicinal materials in the pill. There is something wrong here. If President Sui intends to cooperate , I would like to tell the truth.”
Sui Zhou stared at him for a moment, and finally said, "I'll find you tomorrow."
Seeing that the cooperation is promising, Tang Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Tomorrow I will take a bath, come to my house, the first one in Liuye Hutong on Dingfu Street in the north of the city."
Sui Zhou nodded slightly, turned around and left, really cherishing words like gold, not willing to say more nonsense.
Looking at the backs of several people hiding in the darkness, Tang Fan shook his head, touched his throat, and thought with a wry smile: I don't know if I can speak tomorrow
As if to prove his concerns, when he woke up the next day, Tang Fan's throat hurt worse than yesterday. When he looked into the bronze mirror, he seemed to be able to see the bruises on his neck.
Because of the appointment with Suizhou, Tang Fan didn't go out to buy medicine. He just cooked some millet porridge and ate it with pickles sent by his sister from his hometown, which was crisp and refreshing.
After Tang Fan became an official in the capital, he rented this small, single-family house on Dingfu Street. This house was originally owned by the Li family next door. The ancestors of the Li family were eunuchs and bought the big house in Liuye Hutong. Later, it was said that one of the yard once had a concubine of the Li family hanged to death. The owner felt that it was unlucky, so he built a wall to divide the yard into a small house and rented it out separately, because it was a "haunted house" and it was not spacious. , the price was still cheap, so it was rented by Tang Fan.
It is said that it is not easy to live in the capital. Dingfu Street is in a good location. Most of the people who live there are powerful and dignitaries. Of course, the house is more expensive.
However, he has lived here for more than two years, and he has not encountered any weird and strange things. It is nothing more than that the light inside is not transparent enough during the day, and it looks a bit gloomy.
The male owner of the Li family next door is doing business in other places, but his family members did not follow him. The whole family is still there. After two years, the relationship with Tang Fan is not bad, and they communicate with each other from time to time.
Right now, Tang Fan had just eaten half of it when someone knocked on the door.
He thought it was Suizhou, so he got up to open the door, but there was a little maid standing outside the door.
"Asha?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the hoarse and unpleasant voice that was no longer normal, startled the little maid, and the other party saw the blue and purple pinch marks on his neck again, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Master Tang, what's wrong with you? Could it be, could there be something unclean last night...?"
The little girl's imagination is so rich, she immediately thought about the haunted house, Tang Fan shook his head, made a gesture, and asked her what was the matter.
A-Xia was still in shock, and timidly raised the basket in her hand: "Mother asked me to come and bring you some fruit. This is our own planted and just picked."
Tang Fan nodded and smiled, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for your mistress on my behalf..."
Because he opened his mouth and pulled his vocal cords, he couldn't help frowning, A-Xia's feelings for a girl, usually secretly favored the handsome Master Tang next door. Now, it’s better to rest, Master Tang, if this house is uncomfortable, it’s better for me to go back and report to the mistress and ask you to withdraw the lease, so as not to be frightened by the day, and make it like this, like this…”
The more A-Xia looked at it, the more terrifying the fingerprints on her neck became.
Tang Fan: "You misunderstood. My injury has nothing to do with this place. I met a bad guy last night..."
A-Xia covered her mouth: "What kind of scoundrel is so cruel, even the court officials dare to attack!"
Tang Fan shook his head, not wanting to say more to her: "Anyway, you don't need to talk about it after you go back, lest your mistress and the others misunderstand and panic in vain, nothing, ahem, a big deal."
A-Xia finally winked. Seeing that he was having difficulty speaking, he stopped harassing him. After asking Tang Fan if he wanted to bring dinner over, and getting a negative answer, he reluctantly said goodbye.
As soon as she turned around, she saw someone standing behind her.
A-Xia was startled and almost screamed.
No one knew about Jin Yiwei's outfit, especially when the person who came was staring at her coldly. A Xia, a little girl, almost softened her legs, so she hurriedly left without saying a word.
Tang Fan smiled slightly and made a please gesture.
Suizhou stepped inside.
"If Master Tang really has any clues, you might as well say it directly. If it is valuable, cooperation matters can naturally be considered." Sui Zhou sat down on the stone bench in the yard, without greeting, and straight to the point.
Tang Fan brought in the basket of fresh fruits that A-Xia had left behind, and put it aside. It was full of yellow pears. If it was simmered with rock sugar to clear the heat and moisten his throat, it was just right for his current situation.
"I don't know what the three shopkeeper Liu of Huichuntang have explained after they were brought to the Beizhen Fusi?" Tang Fan's voice was hoarse, he spoke every word, and the speed of his speech became very slow.
Suizhou didn't hide it: "After interrogation, it was found that they had nothing to do with this matter, and now they have been released."
Tang Fan took out a piece of paper from his arms and put it on the stone table: "The Fuyangchun that Zheng Cheng took before his death, I rummaged through ancient books these days, and finally found the source of that prescription."
Sui Zhou picked up the piece of paper, and saw that there were two rows of medicinal herbs listed on it, and there were many repetitions.
Tang Fan explained: "The above line is the recipe of Fuyangchun, which is exactly the same as what Zheng Cheng's servant explained. And the bottom line is for me to find someone to analyze the medicinal materials in the pill one by one. Lord, what's the difference between the two?"
Suizhou remembered that Tang Fan had said before that although there is no recipe, there are many skilled doctors in the world, who can trace the origin and restore the medicinal materials one by one based on the taste of the pill itself and other signs. Look, I found that there is more medicine below than above.
"Chaihu?"