When Fifth Master walked into Xiangzhuang, the scene in front of him was strange and unusual.

Zhan Zhao, who went in before him, was also standing in the yard in a daze, holding Xiao Wu's tail with one hand to prevent him from moving forward, lest he destroy everything in front of him.

In Xiangzhuang's yard, there was no mountain of corpses or sea of ​​blood. Hundreds of corpses piled up on a hill did not happen.

In the middle of the huge yard, there is a very large fruit tree with lush branches and golden leaves covering the ground.

This should have been a very beautiful scene, but this old tree, which looks at least a thousand years old, is covered with talismans with yellow background and red characters. Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang have little research on warding off evil spirits, but what about these talismans?

Look how it exudes an evil aura.

A tree like this is weird enough, right? But what's under the tree is even weirder.

Under the ginkgo tree, among the piles of yellow leaves, there is a stone table. Around the stone table, three people are sitting... to be precise, they are three paper figures.

These three paper figures were made lifelike. The one sitting in the middle facing the door was a woman. Judging from her face and appearance, she was clearly the dismembered Da Changsu who was lying in the widow's room of Kaifeng Mansion.

The paper figurine of Da Changsu has its left hand raised, holding a paper knife with blood on it.

His eyes were lowered, looking at the stone table, and his right hand stretched forward, pressing something on the table.

What's on the table? A human head.

The man's head was open, his eyes were wide open, and his face was frightened. It looked like he had been severely frightened before his death.

The head was placed horizontally on the table. Da Changsu was holding the head with one hand and holding a bloody knife with the other hand. It looked like she had cut off the head.

On both sides of the table, there are two paper figures.

To the left of Da Changsu sat a male paper figurine. Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang also knew this man. He was Su Yun.

Su Yun was playing the harp, and there was a Jiuxuan harp on the table, which was also made of paper.

Su Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be playing seriously. On the forehead of Su Yun's paper figurine, there was a piece of black paper with a white word on it - noon.

Opposite Su Yun, that is, to the right of Da Changsu, sat a woman whose dress and hair accessories were somewhat similar to those of Da Changsu. This person Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang had just met - she was Xiao Changsu.

Little Changsu raised her hands, holding a paper soup cup in her hands. She seemed to be preparing to drink soup. There were red blood stains under little Changsu's eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It looked like she was bleeding from all her orifices, and on her forehead

There is also a piece of paper stuck on it. It is a piece of white paper with black characters - Zi.

Bai Yutang also came to his senses at this moment, took two steps and reached Zhan Zhao's side.

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and pointed to the words on the foreheads of the two paper figures on both sides, "Ziwu." Then he pointed to the human head in the middle, "Xiang!"

The two of them just stood and watched.

After a while, Bai Yutang suddenly asked Zhan Zhao, "Mao'er... is there anyone else nearby?"

Zhan Zhao also felt it, there was a faint breath, and it felt like there was more than one person.

The two of them walked around the stone table, walked through the yard, and followed the scent to find it.

Xiaowu ran forward and led the two of them to the door of a house, stretching out his paws to pull open the door.

Zhan Zhao pushed, but the door was not bolted, so he pushed it open.

This is an ordinary house, probably lived by servants in the mansion, with a bunk bed.

Four people were lying side by side on the bunk.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao quickly ran in and stretched out their hands to check their breathing. They found that none of them were dead, but they were all in a coma, as if they had been drugged.

Zhan Zhao felt that the fat middle-aged man lying in the middle looked familiar, so he asked Bai Yutang, "Is he the candy confection master of Manji?"

The fifth master also thought it looked familiar. He had seen it before when he and the fourth son went to Manji.

Zhan Zhao made a distinction and asked, "Are these Master Chen who makes tea at Luowen Teahouse, Master Wang who dyes cloth at Qiaoji Bufang, and Scholar Zhang from Tianyin Pavilion?"

Fifth Master nodded, feeling that it fit the bill.

Seeing that none of the people could be woken up, Zhan Zhao used some inner strength to slap the bed board.

After a bang, the bed shook violently, and several masters were thrown into the air and then fell down.

"Ouch!"

Zhan Zhao's attack was so cruel that several people woke up, rubbing their waists and groaning.

After waiting for a while, several people woke up and wondered where they were. Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang also looked puzzled when they saw them.

Zhan Zhao asked about their identities and found that they were indeed the missing masters.

Everyone's experience was similar to that of Chef Feng. When they were looking for Ziwu Lane, they were given directions by a white-haired government official and then fainted.

Speaking of it now, several people felt that the previous experience was like a dream, very unreal.

But the man was found, and several of the masters were not dead, which was considered a blessing.

Zhan Zhao felt that it was necessary to ask others to come to Xiangzhuang to have a look, so he ran out and threw a ringing arrow to contact him.

…

At this time, the government officials from Kaifeng Mansion and a large number of imperial troops were on the street.

This strange knocking sound resounded through the night sky of Kaifeng again, making Master Bao and Zhao Zhen unable to sit still.

Zhao Zhen was so angry that he stomped his feet in the palace. Concubine Pang covered Xiangxiang's ears and looked helplessly at the emperor with two big black circles under her eyes, having not slept well for two consecutive nights.

Master Bao didn't believe it anymore, so he sent out all the policemen from the third shift and the sixth ward in the Yamen to find out where the noise was coming from.

Not only the Yamen, but also the Imperial City Army was dispatched in large numbers. Even the residents of Kaifeng Mansion and various experts who came to attend the wedding banquet organized many people. Everyone carried lanterns and searched the streets to find out who was disturbing the dream in the middle of the night?!

The contact sound arrow attracted Ouyang Shaozheng, who was nearby and thought Zhan Zhao had found the source of the sound.

When a large number of people gathered at the gate of Xiangzhuang, the knocking sound suddenly disappeared.

The fifth master leaned on the stone lion at the door and counted the time, which seemed to last about the same time as the first sound.

Ouyang Shaozheng dismounted and ran over to him and asked, "Did you kill the guy who was beating the wall?"

The Fifth Master was asked a puzzled question, and he pointed to the gate of Xiangzhuang and asked him to go in and have a look.

Ouyang went in and took a look and quickly ran out, "Mom, what is that?!"

At this time, Zhan Zhao came out with a few sober masters. Seeing the Imperial City Army at the door, he asked them to send several masters to Kaifeng Mansion for questioning, and then notified the shop where the missing person was to come and pick him up.

Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang knew that Gongsun and Zhao Pu had gone to dig a grave, so they asked Ouyang Shaozheng if the Demon King had slept. It would be best for him and Mr. Gongsun to come and see if this situation in the yard was some kind of ritual.

Ouyang said that he must not have slept. Where could he sleep? Tianzun was woken up just now and was smashing wine jars in the yard.

While we were chatting, Mahan of the Dynasty came running.

"You two came just in time." Zhan Zhao also wanted them to take Yaoyao back and fetch the Demon King and his companions, but when they arrived, they said, "Master Zhan! There has been another murder!"

Zhan Zhao was stunned, "Who died?"

"Mrs. Shen just returned to Kaifeng Mansion to report the crime, saying that she returned to Yuelian Pavilion and found that little Changsu was dead!" Wang Chao said, "Mr. Gongsun has just returned from digging up the body of Da Changsu, and he has already rushed to Yuelian Pavilion. It’s the Lotus Pavilion.”

Ouyang Shaozheng shook his head when he heard this - how many people are going to die this night?

"How did little Changsu die?" Bai Yutang suddenly asked.

"Shen Yuelian took the maid who watched little Changsu's death to the Yamen." Ma Han replied, "The maid said that little Changsu suddenly bled to death after taking a sip of bird's nest, as if she was poisoned. That bird's nest was It's stewed in the kitchen, and little Changsu drinks it every night before going to bed."

When Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang heard this, they both paused. They looked at each other and at the same time looked back at the paper figures in the Xiangzhuang courtyard.

Doesn’t it mean that little Changsu’s paper figures bleed from their orifices while drinking soup?

Zhan Zhao and the yamen servant took a lantern, went back to the yard, and took a closer look at the paper figures with the lantern.

They saw that little Changsu was bleeding from all her orifices, Su Yun had a red stab wound on her neck, and eldest Changsu's neck and head were separated and sewn up with needles and threads.

"The death methods of Da Changsu, Little Changsu and Su Yun are all consistent." Zhan Zhao pointed at these paper figures, "It will probably take a day or two to make these paper figures, right?"

"So the person who made the paper man is the murderer?" Ouyang also came in to join in the fun.

"Even if he is not the murderer, he is still someone who knows how they will die." Bai Yutang said, bending down and squatting down.

He felt as if he had stepped on something.

Pushing aside the yellow leaves on the ground, Mr. Wu picked up something.

Zhan Zhao moved the lantern closer, and through the light, everyone discovered that what Bai Yutang picked up was a writing brush. The tip of the brush was red and black, and it should have been dipped in blood, which had dried.

Bai Yutang put the pen back on the table with some disgust.

At this moment, another chirping sound came from above the head, and the Yaoyao was still circling.

Zhan Zhao asked, "That pile of crows just now..."

"There is only one dead head in the yard? There are no traces of being pecked by crows." Bai Yutang whistled to Yaoyao and asked him to come down.

Yaoyao fluttered his wings and landed, making a cooing sound in his mouth, as if he wanted to express something.

Both Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang got on Yaoyao's back, and Yaoyao spread his wings and flew towards Xiangzhuang's backyard.

The scale of Xiangzhuang is huge, which shows that the owner of this house is indeed very wealthy, but what is his business?

"The two buildings behind are quite tall. Is there something on the roof?" Zhan Zhao pointed to Bai Yutang and pointed to the white things scattered on the roof.

Fifth Master frowned, "What is it?"

There were a few crows scattered on the roof. When they saw Yaoyao flying close, they all squawked and flew away.
To be continued...