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Chapter 285: The Case of Long Tuguo (70)


In the empty and quiet night, the man's singing voice is particularly clear and distant, from the beginning of the back kitchen, floating in the east for a while, floating in the west for a while, and it seems to penetrate in all directions, no matter where it is, the ears are full of light songs, as if people see the distance.One after another, the people of the entire state guesthouse were alarmed!

The officers and men of the guard were on first-class alert, and there were shouts everywhere - "Who is making noise!"

”"The singer must be hiding in the museum, search quickly!"

For a while, the wind was loud!

Outside Nanyanzhai, Long Xingtu and his party watched the changes."

Master Long, isn't this ballad sung by Anonymous when he was alive?"

Dali Siqing whispered.Long Xingtu nodded, "Yes." ”Dali Siqing's face changed slightly, "How can it be ......"

The meaning of his words, although he never said it, but others thought of two words: resurrection.Long Xingtu sensed that the atmosphere around her was wrong, she turned her head to scan everyone, and when she saw the flustered faces, she couldn't help frowning: "If you don't do bad things in your life, why are you afraid of cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods?"

”"Master Long, having said that, it always makes people panic."

Zhang Liang swallowed his saliva, obviously stunned.Long Xingtu was speechless: "The ghost fire in Wuyang County appeared in the middle of summer, I led the hunt to break into the cemetery late at night to catch ghosts, no one was afraid, if you call your adults to stand up, wouldn't it make the people laugh?"

”Everyone's faces couldn't hold back, and Li Lin was embarrassed and said: "Today is the third night that Anonymous died in the State Guesthouse, according to folk legends, Anonymous will turn into a ghost and come back to take revenge!"

”Long Xingtu shook his head and sighed lightly: "Lord Zhang, you go and tell General Meng Zhuo that the person who sings the ballad is Zhongli, and I arranged it, so you can only act with great fanfare, and you can't really arrest people, it will ruin my plan!"

Also, don't let the Fanbang guards interfere!

”Everyone was stunned!

Zhang Liangsui said happily: "As long as it's not a ghost, I'll go right away!"

”The dragon star map took people to Luoyuzhai.Zhongli's light ventriloquist is a must, he pretended to be a ghost, and under the siege of a large number of chasing soldiers, he easily shuttled through various places in the state guesthouse, haunted, and sang endlessly......

Meng Yu had just fallen asleep, and the song in her dream coincided with reality, and she woke up suddenly, and she burst into tears."

Miss!"

The personal maid hurriedly held the lamp and said with concern: "Is there any noise about you outside?"

”"Chun'er, what's going on?"

Meng Yujiao asked lightly.Chun'er poured a cup of warm water and brought it to Meng Yu, and said, "I don't know who has mixed in, I've been singing, and the guards are searching." ”Meng Yu lowered her head and took a sip of water, the song was suddenly close at hand, she listened in a daze, tears in her eyes like a waterfall.Chun'er hurriedly said, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Don't scare the slaves!

”"I'm going out, I'm going out to see him, it's him back, it must be him, he misses me, he's coming to me......"

Meng Yu muttered to himself, and then got out of bed excitedly, didn't care about putting on shoes and changing clothes, staggered out the door, but crashed into Ye Hai's arms who were hurrying over!"

Handmaid!"

Ye Hai grabbed her arms, glanced around, and lowered his voice: "Where are you going to dress like this?"

”Meng Yu couldn't cry: "It's him, right?"

Ye Hai, don't stop me, I'm going to ......"

"Calm down!

Maid, listen to me, this matter is not simple, you go back to sleep first, and then ...... after I find out" "I can't calm down!

It was because of my calmness that killed him all these years!

”Meng Yu was hysterical, emotionally out of control, like a hollowed-out shell, without the only remaining spiritual support.