The night in the capital was like a god who suddenly closed his eyes, filled with darkness.
In one house, a girl wearing a fiery red wedding dress sat in front of a bronze mirror, her eyes blankly reaching out and stroking her face over and over again.
She is beautiful, but her face is a little stiff.
"What to do, what to do."
She muttered to herself, so frightened that she didn't know what to do.
Suddenly, those dull eyes settled down, and she began to giggle, and the weird laughter filled the room.
Holding something as thin as moonlight, she tightly covered her face with it.
"As long as this is the case, it will be fine."
The door creaked open, and a middle-aged woman walked in: "Hui'er, how are you preparing the things you need tomorrow?"
Suddenly, she saw her daughter growing old in front of her.
The flowery face is in ruins Then, it fell into pieces Wow.
The phoenix crown in the woman's hand fell to the ground and rolled far away.
"Ah" a hoarse, off-key voice sounded through the air.
Then everything fell silent again.
The night continues.
In the deserted suburbs north of the capital, there are many tombs and piles of bones.
It was so quiet that it was as if time had stopped, with only two owl cackling laughter from time to time, proving that he was still alive.
Wenren Qianjue walked in the mass grave with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Thinking of Xia Shangshu's old face, I couldn't help but feel sick.
Xia Yunrou enjoyed glory and wealth during her lifetime, but was buried here by her biological father after her death.
The reason was that her death was unlucky and she could not enter her ancestral grave.
I don't know which fortune teller he listened to, but Xia Shangshu insisted that Xia Yunrou's death would hinder his official career, so he threw his own daughter's body into the wilderness with great determination.
I wonder if Xia Yunrou can see it in the spirit of heaven.
She liked to laugh at others when she was alive, but she ended up in such a miserable situation after her death.
Wenren Qianjue stopped and looked at the ghost-faced man beside him.
Under the black cloak, his movements were completely invisible, and he could easily keep up without making any sound.
The mass graves are full of mounds of earth that have been dug up in a mess, just like the thick snow, making it difficult to walk on.
But he walked so easily without touching his feet.
Wenren Qianjue stood with her hands on her hips and took a breath.
She has good physical fitness and training.
It cannot be compared with people who know Qing Gong.
When she has time, she must find out whether this body is a genius or a waste, and whether it can practice martial arts.
The ghost-faced man was walking in front, and when he felt the person behind him stop, his figure also stopped.
In the night sky, his pleasant voice came: "Please me.
I can take you away."
There is even a bit of ghostliness in the mass graves.
But it doesn't have any charm.
Wenren Qianjue's mouth moved.
This man was really narcissistic.
She rushed over immediately: "Thank you, no need."
The ghost-faced man said lazily, "You're welcome."
As soon as the black cloak floated, people followed him easily.
There was a hint of teasing in the dark eyes of Yongye.
She was so strong that she would never accept any charity from others.
He was not in a hurry, he took his time, and one day he would see her give in.
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Speaking of which, the deadline of fifteen days was approaching, but her clues were cut off one by one, as if Xia Yunrou's death was an uninvestigable case.
What will she do when the deadline is up?
Wenren Qianjue stopped in front of a tombstone.
With a flick of his hand, the fire broke out and illuminated the inscription on the tombstone: Xia Family Yunrou.
"This is it."
She looked at the soil below with her eyes.
"Yeah."
The ghost-faced man agreed lightly: "Let's dig it."
It is well known: A grown man put it here and asked her to dig it out.
Forget it, she knew that this man would never do it.
The grave was not deep, and Xia Yunrou's bones were dug out in a few digs.
Only the bones are left In just a few days, her body had completely decomposed.
Only a skeleton remains.
This rate of decline is simply terrifying.
Wenren Qianjue casually touched the bones with a small shovel: "What killed her?
Do you have any ideas?"
The bones cracked and cracked, like the bones of an old man who had died of a long life, with severe calcium loss.
Under the ghost's face, those thin, devilish lips moved: "Please."
There was deep amusement in his eyes.
"Hmm."
Wenren Qianjue squatted down and pierced the bone with the silver needle he had prepared in advance, completely ignoring the Ghost-faced Man's words.
In the dark night, the two of them looked like grave robbers.
Pull out the silver needle, it will still be white, it is not poison.
Then maybe she should ask Bai Shengluo if this way of death could be a secret technique.
But there was a voice in his heart that vaguely knew that if Bai Shengluo really had a clue, he would tell her early in the morning and not let her investigate like a headless fly for so long.
"Let's go."
She clapped her hands and stood up handsomely.
The body with only bones left could not give her any help.
The two of them walked not far away when suddenly two people appeared in front of them.
"Hurry up, hurry up, I don't want to carry this piece of crap for too long."
Another voice trembled: "Shh, don't talk nonsense.
If I hadn't been drunk and emboldened, I wouldn't dare to come here.
Just say a few words.
Go deeper and find a place to bury it.
You can get a lot of money."
Neither of them spoke, and they stopped carrying a coffin.
Wenren Qianjue stood behind a tree and did not move.
It was unseemly to come to bury the coffin late at night.
He buried the coffin three times, five times and five times two times, and when he was about to leave, suddenly there was a crashing sound.
The place where Wenren Qianjue stood was an old tomb.
It had been in disrepair for a long time and had become fragile.
Now it could no longer hold up and collapsed.
The moment her body fell, she was suddenly caught in the arms of a strong arm.
Below, a skull stared at her with empty eyes.
"who" The two of them were trembling and yelling angrily.
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If you go out to do this kind of thing in the middle of the night, your employer will pay you a lot of money, and you must not be seen by anyone.
One person pulled out the hatchet from his waist.
If he was really a tomb robber, don't blame him for recognizing the money but not the person.
Wenren Qianjue was hugged tightly.
The terrifying ghost face is close at hand, but the smell exuding from his body is fatally tempting.
Warm and evil.
Suddenly, the ghost face in front of him came closer, and something soft and cold was suddenly printed on his lips, and the cold fragrance poured into his mouth.
My mind suddenly became buzzing.
Wenren Qianjue's eyes widened.
This man who killed a thousand swords was kissing her at this moment The two men came closer and suddenly saw two figures standing behind the bald tree.
One tied up a ponytail and swayed slightly.
The other one could only see a black cloak, and three thousand hair as soft as moonlight, pouring down the back of his head.
The two people seemed to be kissing and their feet were actually floating in the air.
Who the hell would be making out on a mass grave at midnight?
If not a ghost, who else?
He was already a little unable to stand, and tried his best to comfort himself in his heart that he must have seen it wrong.
He gritted his teeth and took another step forward with the help of alcohol.
But when I raised my eyes, I saw the man raised his face, which was clearly an ugly and terrifying face.
"ah" Both of them were sober from drinking, covered in white hair and sweat, howling and throwing away the hatchets in their hands, and ran out like crazy.
"Ghost, ghost, ghost" The person had already left, and the ghost-faced man raised his eyes slightly and looked in the direction where the two people were escaping.
Wenren Qianjue pushed him away and wiped her lips.
The cold taste of his mouth still remained on it, which made her feel dizzy and her thoughts were a little unclear.
Looking up, she met those dark night eyes: "Can you let go?"
No one knew where they had fled to, but he still held them in his arms.
Suddenly his hand loosened and Wenren Qianjue fell straight down.
One foot stepped on the soil, and another foot simply sank into the skull.
Hehehe, she gritted her teeth and shook off the skull on her feet, and glared at the shady man above her: "This is fun."
The ghost-faced man leaned forward slightly and looked at her below in a good mood: "You're welcome."
Wenren Qianjue climbed up from the collapsed tomb, and stretched out a slender and beautiful hand in front of him.
It was strong and perfect, as if the whole world could be held in his hand.
She had seen many beautiful hands, but rarely such perfect ones.
The ghost-faced man stretched out quietly, facing her below.
For a moment, the demeanor exuding from him was gentle, as if the sky would not fall, and people couldn't help but want to believe in him.
Those eyes seemed to be bewitching her: as long as she stretched out her hand, she would have a tenderness she had never experienced before.
Wenren Qianjue stretched out her hand, and just when she was about to touch that hand, her own hand stopped and stopped moving forward.
She raised her eyes, retracted her hand, and smiled mischievously: "I don't need it."
It looked like he was teasing him.
After several battles, she knows this man too well.
If you give you a sweet date, you will definitely get a slap in the face.
She will not believe this scheming man.
What's more, she has already learned to rely on herself.
The ghost-faced man withdrew his hand, stood up lazily, and looked at the hard-working little woman below, his eyes flickering.
Interesting, this was something he didn't expect.
A woman who could refuse him, and just now, he had used a slightly confusing mentality, just wanting to see her distracted look.
She almost never lost her mind for a moment, and her will was stronger than she imagined.
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His little prey seems to be more stubborn than imagined.
Wenren Qianjue gritted his teeth, put his feet up, jumped up from the not particularly deep grave, silently filled it with soil again, and touched his nose, which was a bit funny.
I didn't do anything tonight, I just buried people's bones.
Wenren Qianjue walked to the place where the two people buried the coffin, and dug it out in a few clicks.
There was only a layer of loose soil covering it.
It seemed that the two people were really scared to come here late at night.
When I pried open the coffin, it was so dark inside that I couldn't see clearly.
She flashed another fire fold, and when she took a photo, she froze immediately.
Inside the coffin was the body of an old woman.
Her white hair was as pure as silver threads, and her face was covered with grooves.
She looked like she was in her late eighties or nineties.
But she was wearing a girl's wedding dress It was so red that it seemed to be bleeding.
Wenren Qianjue stretched out his hand and explored her body.
It was not completely stiff yet, indicating that she had just died. old woman wearing wedding dress A certain bad feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger.
Her eyes remained calm and she looked at the whole body of the corpse.
The jade bracelets on her wrists were clear and her nails were painted with kodan.
All signs indicate that the white-haired corpse in front of her was a young girl before she died.
Moreover, the corpse had begun to stink.
Declining so quickly, there was no other possibility, and she took a deep breath.
The corpse in front of her was the second victim she had seen besides Xia Yunrou.
That thing has probably been spread secretly: