"You" Zhu Zizhen was so angry that his ears and nose were on fire, and he slapped the maid, but in the end he was reluctant to put the slap on his pink face. He shook his head and sighed, slapped his thigh hard, and glared at the maid and asked angrily. Said: "Why did you go to his house to rob me? Do I need you to eat, drink from you, or wear clothes from you?!"
The maid heard the extreme anger and resentment in her young master's words, and knew that she must have caused a big disaster. She was so frightened that she immediately knelt down with a plop, hit her forehead on the ground, tears streaming down her face, and sobbed: "Young Master , I am wrong! I will never dare to do it again! Please punish me severely!"
"Hold back your tears! Tell me, what did you grab from Wei's house?!" Zhu Zizhen asked.
"I want to snatch the original painting of Mr. Toshiba from Mr. Wei San." The maid replied while holding back her tears.
"Damn it!" Zhu Zizhen punched his thigh and said depressedly: "I do like that picture of birds flying to heaven, but I didn't let you snatch things from dead people. You, you, you"
Zhu Zizhen tilted his head and sighed heavily.
He and Wei Zizhi only mentioned this authentic painting of "Birds Flying to Heaven" by Mr. Toshiba, hoping that Wei Zizhi would use this painting to pay for the 50,000 taels of silver. However, Wei Zizhi did not agree, and he did not expect that the maid would remember it. So much so that after she learned that the Wei family was wiped out, she ran to help him get the painting.
Some things seem to have been destined for a long time and cannot be avoided.
"Hey" Zhu Zizhen shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "Girl, we may be killed by you. From your tone, it seems that you didn't grab "Birds Flying to Heaven", so what did you grab? Tell me. Listen, let me see how much the lives of our master and servant are worth?"
The night before yesterday, the Yu family was wiped out by a fierce ghost. The Wei family learned the news the next day and immediately sent people to loot the property of the Yu family. As a result, the Wei family was wiped out by a fierce ghost that night.
Zhu Zizhen didn't think much about it at first, he just wanted to lament that the world is unpredictable, but suddenly a thought appeared in his mind, so he asked the maid if the Hong family in Nancheng had also been wiped out by evil spirits, and the maid gave He answered in the affirmative.
The Hong family, which was also wiped out by evil spirits, also sent people to the Yu family to plunder their property, just like the Wei family.
Both of them robbed other people's things, and both of them were killed by evil spirits that night.
Is this a coincidence?
Zhu Zizhen wanted to say it was a coincidence, but his intuition told him that it was definitely not a coincidence.
So after he learned that the maid had gone to Wei's house to grab something, he felt bad and fell into great panic and fear.
among.
The maid got up and walked to the locker next to the wardrobe. She opened the locker and took out a small dark red square brocade box. She walked back to Zhu Ziqiong and knelt down again. She said, "When I went there, they had already put away the valuable things." It was all gone. The slave girl didn’t find the picture of "Birds Flying to Heaven", but she found a secret compartment under the floor tiles under the legs of the bed where the master of the Wei family slept. This brocade box was hidden in the secret compartment. The slave girl guessed that there must be good things in it, so "
Zhu Zizhen glared at her angrily and said, "So you didn't open it in a hurry and waited for your young master to wake up and share the surprise together?"
Zhu Zizhen said as he took the brocade box, looked at it up and down, and found that the workmanship was just a little exquisite, and there was nothing special about it. Locked with a small copper lock, it doesn't seem to be difficult to open. He grabbed the copper lock, his true energy surged, and with a click, he easily broke the lock post of the copper lock.
Opening the brocade box, both the master and the servant were stunned for a moment. They thought it contained some rare treasure, but they never expected that there was only a piece of paper in the brocade box, an ordinary piece of paper about the size of a palm. There is a crooked line on the piece of paper, like an earthworm crawling, with no beginning and end, and no word explanation. The master and servant could see question marks on their foreheads.
The maid stared at the white paper, curled her lips, and shed tears. Feeling aggrieved. If she knew what was in the brocade box, she might as well come back with a floor tile.
Zhu Zizhen stared at the paper for a while, but couldn't see any clue, so he put the paper back into the brocade box, threw it on the bed, stood up, walked to the wall at the end of the bed, and took off the long sword hanging on the wall.
Bang!
The tiles on the roof suddenly made a sound, as if something was moving on the roof. The master and the servant immediately felt their scalps numb and their hairs standing on end.
"Hush!" Zhu Zizhen made a silent gesture towards the maid, pointed at the oil lamp, and motioned the maid to put out the lamp. He quietly pulled out his long sword, then tiptoed towards the window, dipped his fingers into his tongue with some saliva, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked through the hole into the yard.
The faint moonlight shone through the white mist in the air and fell into the yard. It was quiet and there was nothing. But just when he was about to look away, a black shadow suddenly jumped from the roof, like a big monkey, and landed lightly on the wall on the east side of the yard.
In the moonlight, although Zhu Zizhen's vision was blurry, he was still frightened by the terrifying appearance of the black shadow and almost screamed. He suddenly covered his mouth with his hands and felt that there were millions of ants crawling under his scalp. The cold air on his tailbone was almost making the skin on his back bulge.
The terrifying black figure squatted on the wall, and suddenly
Turning his head and looking over, the eyes that almost burst out of their sockets emitted a faint green light in the night, and one corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a cold and sly smile.
Zhu Zizhen was so frightened that his breathing stopped. He knew that the monster on the wall had seen him, and that terrifying smile was directed at him. His heart was already in his throat, pounding, pounding, beating like a drum. However, just when he thought the monster on the wall was about to pounce, it actually jumped to the house on the east side of the courtyard wall.
"Did his family also go to Wei's house to rob things today?!" Zhu Zizhen grabbed the maid's shoulder, pointed to the house to the east, and asked in a low voice, anxious and frightened.
"Yes!" the maid replied. She could feel the fear in Zhu Zizhen's heart, because his voice was trembling so much, and the hand holding her shoulder was shaking violently like a sieve basket.
"Let's go!" Zhu Zizhen said anxiously, "The evil ghost has already gone to his house, and our house is next. Run away!"
Zhang Xiaozu and the other three followed Taoist Tianwu, walking on the dead street, stepping on paper money all over the street, looking at the blue, green and black and white paper dolls on both sides of the street, feeling a chill running down their backs, as if someone was blowing air conditioning behind them. Similar.
"Xiao Pou, is your blood not working anymore?" Niu Dawa tugged on the corner of Zhang Xiaopou's clothes and asked in a low voice.
His eyes were smeared with Zhang Xiaozhu's pure yang blood. He thought he could see ghosts all over the street in the gloomy street. Who knew that after walking for half an hour, he didn't even see a single ghost? . He couldn't help but wonder if Zhang Xiaopou's blood was no longer working.
Zhang Xiaozu shook his head and said, "I didn't see any ghosts either."
Niu Dawa gave Zhang Xiaopou a look and motioned him to ask the Tianwu Taoist who was walking in front.
Tianwu Taoist seemed to have seen it, and suddenly said: "There are no ghosts, so of course you can't see anything. Are you hungry?"
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaozu didn't react at once.
"I ask if you are hungry?" Tianwu Taoist asked again.
"Hungry!" Niu Dawa nodded with certainty.
"I'm a little hungry!" Zhang Xiaozu nodded shyly.
"It would be best to have a pot of wine." Zhou Jianlai said.
"Here. It's right there." Tianwu Taoist raised his hand and pointed in front of him.
Zhang Xiaozu and the others looked in the direction he pointed, and saw an offering table placed at the door of a family. The offering table was filled with animals, melons, fruits, pears, dates and cakes.
But, you can’t eat this either.
