When it got dark, Chunmiao ran to Xu Jia and the others to inquire about the progress, while Lu Anran sat alone at the table in front of the window, reading and writing.
The candlelight shines brightly, and the silhouette of the figure is reflected on the window paper. Originally there was only a trace, but suddenly another figure outside gradually approached, and the two black figures instantly joined together.
The light dimmed, causing Lu Anran to raise his head, open the window and take a look, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
After nightfall, Yinjia Village was already quiet, not even hearing the barking of dogs. Lu Anran looked at Old Mrs. Yin with a basket in front of her, becoming more and more puzzled.
Fortunately, the snow was bright enough to clearly see the unsteady back of an old lady, and Lu Anran followed leisurely.
After leaving Yinjia Village, Mrs. Yin walked all the way to the foot of the westernmost mountain and suddenly stopped.
Lu Anran leaned behind the rocks, looked around and took a breath.
The place is remote, quiet, gloomy and lonely, with scattered graves.
Some graves had cloth flags hung in front of them, and as the night wind stirred, the silence was filled with an eerie atmosphere.
Mrs. Yin moved again, and her steps seemed to become brisk in an instant. She turned left and right, and Lu Anran actually lost her after a few moments!
Lu Anran turned around several times, but still couldn't find Mrs. Yin. What surprised her even more was that the footprints were also gone. It seems that after arriving here, Mrs. Yin disappeared out of thin air.
While she was surprised, a gust of wind blew over her, and a black shadow covered her head with a roar, startling Lu Anran.
"I rushed to look at the dead man. I thought he was brave and unintimidated." The scornful and lazy voice was Yun Qi's.
The evening breeze blew open a corner of the mask, and the reflection of the side of his face and chin on the snow was as white as snow.
Yun Qi raised his eyebrows: "I'm really scared." After speaking, he reached out to touch Lu Anran's face.
Lu An then took a step back, stepped hard with his heels, pursed his lips and said, "The prince came from the front just now, but did you see the old lady of the Yin family?"
Yun Qi's empty hand naturally retracted and touched his chin, "I don't have anything to do in the middle of the night, so what are you doing with an old woman?"
Lu Anran glanced at Yunqi and then glanced around.
Yun Qi saw through Lu Anran's meaning at a glance and said with a smile: "You have no conscience. I am afraid that you will be abducted by some lonely ghost in the middle of the night, so I deigned to come out and have a look."
The two walked around, and Lu Anran said: "This land should be the tombs of Yinjia Village." There are no less than a hundred graves, old and new.
"According to what you said, Mrs. Yin didn't sleep at night and came out to visit the grave?" Yun pointed at the dark mountains in front of him and said: "But here, surrounded by mountains, the mountains are densely covered with vegetation, which makes the mountains full of spiritual energy and exposed to the wind. The energy changes like a dragon flying into the sky, the internal energy is strong, and the river underneath meanders and twists, so the energy gathers and condenses without dissipating. It is actually a good Feng Shui land for building Yin houses in the entire village."
"Your Majesty, can you still read Feng Shui?"
"You want to say that this prince is like a charlatan."
Lu Anran shook his head: "Everything the prince does is unexpected."
Yunqi turned sideways and looked at her with a deep look in his eyes: "What about you?"
Lu Anran frowned slightly, why did the topic turn to her?
"I thought you must have doubts when you talked about the doubts about Yin Tianxiang's death that day. Why didn't you go find the answer yourself?"
Lu Anran turned his head and looked at the mountain shrouded in darkness. A dark iron gate seemed to have fallen from the sky, separating Yinjia Village from the outside world into two worlds. There are people in the government office doing it.”
Hearing this, Yun Qi chuckled and said leisurely: "Miss Lu, isn't that right? I don't know who in Mengdu has done such a feat of overturning the case on the street."
Lu Anran's eyes suddenly opened wide, full of surprise.
"Ha~" Yun Qi chuckled softly, but just when Lu Anran thought he was going to say something else, he shut up.
Turning back, Lu Anran suddenly stopped after walking a few steps.
"Take a step back." Yun Qi raised three fingers.
Lu Anran moved his right foot away, only to see a pale yellow letter lying alone on the snow that should have been empty.
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'Crack~pop~' The wood made a crisp crackling sound in the fire.
Lu Anran folded the letter and looked at Yun Qi. The latter tapped his forehead with his index finger and chuckled: "Ah~ It's really a ghost."
It is already very strange that this letter appears here. What is even more strange is that this letter comes from the deceased eldest daughter-in-law of the Yin family - Jin.
"I am born in the Jin family. I lived in Pingcheng when I was young. I moved to Beiyan with my parents for refuge. However, there was a disaster on the road and my parents both left. Fortunately, I was taken in by Yinjia Village.
When she turned sixteen, she married Yin's eldest son, whose name was Tianming. The couple had a harmonious relationship, and her parents-in-law treated her well, which made me very happy.
However, the good times did not last long, and my second brother married a wife named Wei. She had a flamboyant temperament and charming appearance. He could please his parents-in-law with his eloquent words, but he was considerate in watching others and serving food. As time went by, my mother-in-law became more and more displeased with me.
I could just get by, but the Wei family was naturally dissolute, and she actually flirted with my husband, and encouraged my uncle to break in while I was bathing. I followed the rules of a woman and ignored her, but...but...
Forcing me to this point, I ended up with a well of water but my life is still alive. However, because of my persistence, my hatred suddenly rises every day as I wander around.
I hate the injustice of this day, I hate this man’s hypocrisy, and I hate the male thieves and female prostitutes in this world.
Turn into a fierce ghost, I want to recover my blood debt, no one can escape! "
Write down the word "Xiangju".
Lu Anran slowly exhaled from his chest, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
Yunqi held it between two fingers, took out the letter in her hand and shook it.
"I believe even more that someone is pretending to be a ghost." Lu Anran said.
At this time, the plaintive crying of a woman was heard in the cold wind of the night, ruffling Lu Anran's cloak and making her frown.
Yun Qi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "God always likes to oppose people. You said you don't believe in ghosts and gods, but you want to prove its existence to you. How about you shout at the top of your lungs now, unless she appears in front of you."
Lu Anran glanced at him indifferently. This person didn't believe it herself and insisted on blaming her. She tilted her head and listened for a while, then walked in a certain direction.
This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides, forming an echo environment. In addition, the sound is not close to the place and is intermittent with the wind, making it difficult to catch. At first glance, it sounds like a ghost wandering around and crying in the dark night.
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The moon is covered by light clouds, the stars are at two or three o'clock, the wind is whirling, and the cry is distant and misty.
Lu Anran stopped, his black eyes penetrated the sky, and said, "Did you smell anything?"
"Um?"
"Taste." Lu Anran looked at Yunqi, "It smells like lilac."
Yun Qi wiped the bottom of his nose with his index finger and asked, "Lilac flowers are blooming at this time of year?" He smiled and said, "It seems that even if there is no ghost, it can't be justified."
Lilac is also known as the ghost flower. Its elegant fragrance lingers in the nose and lasts for a long time.
Lu Anran followed the smell all the way to find it. Yun Qi was walking beside him. Occasionally, the rolled up cloak rubbed against the soft fur of his silver robe. After a slight collision, it spread out on both sides.
The stronger the fragrance, the louder the cry. Finally, behind a barren grave, under the dim starlight and in the bright snow, a woman was kneeling on the ground in front of a grave. Her long skirt billowed like surging waves in the night wind, making her seem to be ready at any moment. To float away on the wind.
Weeping and whimpering, resentful and miserable.
Just like the 'female ghost' I met at the entrance of the village that day, she rolled up her sleeves and played a Kunqu opera that was melodious and sad.
The woman probably heard the movement and slowly raised her head.
"ah--"
Screams pierced the sky, jackdaws suddenly rose, and there was a large clatter.
Lu Anran looked at the frightened woman, unable to see her face clearly, but he saw that the whole person was like a flower bud destroyed by the cold wind, fragile and messy.
"You, are you humans or ghosts?" The woman's voice trembled, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Yun Qi crossed over to Lu Anran with his hands behind his back, and said with a proud look on his face: "Shouldn't we ask you this?" As he said this, he picked up a dead branch next to him on his toes, held it in his hand, and lit it with a fire stick.
The firelight melted, reflecting Yunqi's unique face. If there were ghosts in the world like this, even ghosts would not be afraid.
The woman took a deep breath, stroked her chest and said, "Ah, it's Mr. Yun and..." She looked back and said, "Miss Lu."
Lu Anran nodded to her: "Sister Tieqiu, it's so late, why are you here pretending to be a ghost?"
"What?" Mrs. Tieqiu, also known as Widow Wang, opened her eyes wide in confusion. The eye sockets were still red and swollen, and the tears were still wet at the corners of her eyes.
Lu Anran pointed at the grave, "This place is desolate and secluded, with graves everywhere. Are you coming here to visit the grave at night?"
In his ear, Yun Qi chuckled. Lu Anran looked over with puzzled eyes. Yun Qi said, "Your serious talk is more interesting than telling jokes."
Lu Anran frowned slightly, she didn't find it interesting.
Widow Wang had slowly climbed up and sat up. She didn't care to pat the remaining dirt and snow on her body. She remembered something sad and threw herself down in front of the tombstone and cried sadly.
Lu Anran rubbed her forehead. There was no woman like this among the women she had come into contact with. She really didn't have much experience in how to deal with it.
"If you keep crying, it will hurt your beautiful eyes, which will be bad." Obviously, Yunqi is very good at dealing with women. After he finished speaking, Widow Wang sobbed twice and gradually subsided.
There is only one word difference between elegance and romance. Lu Anran thought that everything was already there.
"Miss Lu, you looked at me a bit too much tonight." Yun Qi said with an evil smile.
Well, the word "elegance" is just superficial to Yunqi.
Widow Wang said that she felt aggrieved after being scolded by Mrs. Tian before, but she didn't know who went to her mother-in-law to stir up trouble.
The paralyzed mother-in-law at home scolded her because the dinner was too salty, saying that she was restless, and her son also told her to kill her. Now that her son is gone, Widow Wang wants to leave her lonely old woman and childish son alone. She wants a man. Crazy or something.
Thinking of the grievances I had suffered over the past two years, I came to my late husband's grave to vent my anger. I didn't even look at the sky, and it turned dark before I knew it.
"Mr. Yun, Miss Lu, why are you here?" Widow Wang burst into tears and went out. A lot of the depression in her chest was gone. She wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeves and asked.
Lu Anran asked her: "Can you see Village Chief Yin's wife?"
Widow Wang shook her head: "I have never met anyone except you."
"Is there another way here?"
"There is only one way in and out. Our house is assigned to the innermost part. The village chief's graveyard should be the easternmost part of the land."
