I can't be a demon

There was a knock on the door.

"Shen Lian? Isn't that right? He just came here during the day."

Bai Haibo was a little frightened. After all, Xicheng District had just experienced a demonic rebellion.

Before he could react, Bai Jinbao had already walked towards the door. The knocker outside seemed to hear footsteps, and the movement suddenly stopped.

"What the hell!"

Bai Haibo's hair stood on end as he crossed the door in two or three steps.

"Jinbao, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Jinbao had already lifted the wooden bolt.

A gust of wind blew by, and the door opened to both sides.

Outside the martial arts hall is deep and boundless darkness.

You can vaguely see a man standing blankly not far away.

"father."

Bai Jinbao turned pale with fright and called Bai Haibo.

"Not afraid."

Bai Haibo's chest rose and fell violently, and he quickly used his strength to pull the child over. The right hand behind his back was already gathering punches.

Even if he understands that if it really is a monster, a warrior can only hit it with an egg against a stone.

"It's probably a drunk passing by. Let's go back to the back room and be sure not to disturb others."

Bai Haibo covered Bai Jinbao's eyes.

Children's Qi and blood are weak, and resentment may enter their bodies just by looking at a demon for a moment.

Bai Haibo looked cautious and glanced at the man with his peripheral vision. The latter's face was blurry.

The man was very tall, with his arms reaching his knees.

Bai Haibo noticed that the dress was similar to that of a postman delivering letters.

The post office is subordinate to the Yamen.

Unless it was the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the post offices in the town were relatively limited. Bai Haibo had never seen such a large number of post offices.

Yi Chao's movements were stiff, and he also walked away from the martial arts hall step by step, disappearing into the night.

In a moment, there was no trace.

Bai Haibo didn't know why, so Bai Jinbao glanced through his fingers: "Dad, there is a letter in front of the door. Is it from him?"

"You...don't move."

The letter was stuffed into the gap between the wall bricks, the paper was brand new, and then I looked at it in the moonlight.

The cover clearly stated, [Sent from Gaojiazhen, received by husband Bai Haibo].

Bai Haibo's pupils narrowed.

Husband?

Bai Haibo's late wife died unexpectedly seven years ago. She claimed that it was drowning, but in fact it was just to let the latter die in a dignified manner.

She did die of illness in Gaojia Town at that time.

Bai Haibo clearly remembered his late wife's extremely strange and stubborn illness.

In just seven days, he was so thin that he was reduced to skin and bones. Even if he called a doctor to visit him, it would not help. When he died, he did not even have half a kilogram of flesh.

Bai Haibo has always been obsessed with finding out the cause of his late wife's death.

Even if the devil does something, it must be made clear.

Bai Haibo later buried his late wife and simply settled in the nearby Yanliang Town. He would also deliberately go to Gaojia Town every year during the Qingming Festival to pay his respects.

"How long has it been, why can't we let her rest in peace..."

Bai Haibo was on pins and needles, the letter was definitely not from his late wife.

At this time, dense footsteps came, and a large number of government officials holding torches surrounded the martial arts hall.

The government officials were silent and were already searching around the courtyard wall. Many of them still had injuries from the encirclement and suppression of Painted Skin Ghost.

Bai Haibo recognized the old catcher who was the leader.

"Captain Hong, that person...that letter...what is it?"

Hong An made a silent gesture, and then the yamen officers parted ways. Zhu Yihong solemnly came to the door of the martial arts school and picked up the envelope.

"No rumors are allowed, the Yamen will be responsible for handling it."

After Zhu Yihong finished speaking, he turned around and left. Hong An couldn't help but follow closely behind, leaving a few government officials alone to go about their routine and clear up any possible grievances.

Bai Haibo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Yamen intervene.

As soon as Zhu Yihong walked out of the alley, Hong An couldn't help but asked softly: "Sir, tonight is already the forty-fifth letter, and the source is all in Gaojia Town, right..."

"Yes, that postman should not be alive."

Zhu Yihong opened the letter, and there was only a short sentence in it.

[Don’t think about it, I’m going home on the fourth day of the new year. 】

"call."

"Captain Hong, I have a favor for you. Let all the government officials work in groups of ten. No letters can be hidden in the dark places of the town. I will contact the other Jinwu Guards for support as soon as possible."

Zhu Yihong pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. The Painted Skin Ghost's troubles had just ended when another trouble spread in Gaojia Town.

The signers of all the letters have in common that they died in Gaojia Town within ten years.

And the content of the letter is highly consistent.

It's just that the time of returning home is different, from the first day of the new year to the ninth day of the new year.

"The envelope is most likely a medium that guides demons and ghosts to come. As for the difference in time of return home, 80% of it represents the depth of Taoism."

Fortunately, there are still 23 days left in the New Year, so you can prepare in advance.

It's just that the imperial court probably doesn't have many free Jinwu guards to handle the [Soul Summoning Case].

………

Pawn shop.

Shen Lian took the letter from Mr. Wang and saw that the handwriting was indeed Shen Hansheng's.

"At the Young Master's house, Ding heard a knock on the door, but when he opened the door, the messenger who delivered the letter was no longer near the store."

Mr. Wang didn't have too many suspicions. Most of the postmen were taciturn and probably were away from home all year round, so they were more cautious.

Shen Lian took out the paper.

[Don’t miss it, I’ll go home on the 39th of the new year]

"The thirty-ninth day of the new year? There is no such thing as the thirty-ninth day of the new year."

Could it be that Shen Hansheng was not sure when he would come back after the new year, so he just casually entered the thirty-ninth day of the new year? Old Man Shen insists on being a riddler.

Shen Lian looked out the window and saw a few more snowflakes falling.

After heavy rains in the past few days, the water on the ground has frozen, and there are many official mountain roads, which are not suitable for horse-drawn carriages, and it is easy to accidentally fall off the cliff.

Mr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as everything is fine, the pawn business is not urgent."

"kindness."

Shen Lian put away the letter and used his habitual insight.

[Shen Hansheng’s family letter appraisal was successful, Nine-Ear Chao Feng experience +1.65%]

[Shen Hansheng’s family letter]

[Written by Shen Hansheng, the ink and paper are taken from the shop No. 13, Yongcui Street, Gaojia Town, expressing Shen Hansheng's thoughts of returning home. 】

Shen Lian took a breath.

How can an ordinary letter from home provide such rich experience?

The way to gain experience in the career panel was becoming more and more confusing to him. No matter how deeply he studied it, there was no pattern at all.

"But I'm just reminding you that in the future, any object must be appraised, otherwise the Nine-Ear Chao will be promoted to the Monkey Year, Horse and Moon."

Shen Lian didn't pay attention to the letter, but the myna outside the window was chirping.

A dozen government officials passed by the pawn shop.

Hong An noticed a letter on He Feng Street through the compass, a magical instrument, but as he approached, the resentment contained in the letter disappeared.

He suddenly remembered the rumors about the thousand-year-old demon in the yamen and couldn't help but shudder.

"The scope covered by the compass is limited. Someone should be traveling with the letter. Besides, it is unrealistic for a thousand-year-old demon to be involved in the soul summoning case."

The cries of starlings echoed in the alleys.

Hong An subconsciously looked at the pawn shop, where Shen Lian was standing by the window with his back turned.