My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Ren Tingting glared at Zhang Jing, and asked coquettishly, "I don't believe you didn't notice anything unusual, brother Jing. This courtyard is not only too quiet, but once you break in, you can feel that there is obviously a strange line in this courtyard." The breath, obviously there are ghosts."

Zhang Jing smiled lightly.

indeed.

There is obviously a weirdness in this Marshal's Mansion.

When they were outside the mansion, they couldn't feel anything abnormal, but when they climbed over the wall and entered, they could feel it clearly.

There must be ghosts and ghosts in it.

Ordinary practitioners may not be able to sense it, but Ren Tingting's current physique is special, and she has strength comparable to that of a mage, but she can't hide it from her.

Of course, not to mention Zhang Jing.

Even if there is no great karma technique, there are almost no monsters and ghosts in the world today who can hide their breath from Zhang Jing.

It's just that this strange aura is a bit unusual, like a monster's aura, or a ghost's aura.

Zhang Jing was a little curious as to what kind of monster it was.

"Let's go this way."

Zhang Jing pointed to the front and said.

Although the Marshal's Mansion occupies a large area, it is just a mansion after all. It doesn't take much time to search all over. Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting soon found a place with people.

According to the courtyard plan, this should be the backyard.

One of the rather spacious side rooms is brightly lit at the moment, and there are women's voices and crisp, crackling sounds coming from inside.

Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting quietly approached the room and looked inside through the window.

Hey!

There are four young and beautiful women playing mahjong together!

These four women have different shapes, some are mature and plump, some are pure and lovely, some are wearing classic long skirts, some are wearing fashionable short cheongsams, with jewels and expensive jewelry.

At first glance, it is either rich or expensive.

Behind the four women playing mahjong, there are maids waiting on them, serving tea, pouring water and pinching their shoulders.

From the looks of it, the identities of the girls should be Dashuai Wang's concubine.

Very normal.

In this day and age, men can still have three wives and four concubines.

It seems that this Marshal Wang is quite a romantic guy.

"Let's go."

Zhang Jing shook his head at Ren Tingting and left the room.

Marshal Wang is not inside, and the girls don't have any ghostly aura, they are all ordinary people, it's useless to catch them, and it's easy to make trouble.

The two of them continued to search several rooms in the backyard, but they couldn't find the target.

Finally, in the most remote part of the mansion, they found a separate small courtyard. The two of them looked at each other at the same time, smiled slightly, and stopped in their tracks.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, only the middle room is lit, it is not lively but deserted.

Zhang Jing and Ren Tingting went in quietly, walked back and forth outside the door of the room with lights on, and looked inside quietly.I saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair, it seemed that she was going to take off her makeup and go to bed.

Just a cursory look, nothing unusual.

On the contrary, such a woman who can't see her face clearly, but has an obviously good figure and a charming back, removes makeup very beautifully, which makes people feel it is a kind of enjoyment.

After waiting for a while, suddenly...

There was an extremely terrifying scene.

If ordinary people saw this scene outside the window, they would be scared to pee, or even to death!

I saw that the way women remove makeup has changed.

Because after the woman combed her waist-length hair, she suddenly put her hands on the back of her head, inserted it lightly, and then slowly parted to the sides.

There was a gap in the back of the woman!

The crack became bigger and bigger.

In the end, it was completely opened up.

The woman pulled forward, and the whole human belt with long black hair was directly peeled off by the woman herself, revealing a strange face inside.

This face is green and piercing, and the teeth are as jagged as jagged, and it is unknown what monster has changed it.

After taking off the skin, the monster spread out the skin, and carefully painted on it with a colored pen.After a while, it seemed that the skin was painted, and it put it on like a dress.

Immediately, he changed from a terrifying monster with blue face and fangs to a beautiful woman with beautiful appearance.

Zhang Jing watched this scene from the window. Even though he traveled all these years, he didn't know how many ghosts and ghosts died in his hands, but he couldn't help being a little surprised at this moment.

Ren Tingting felt a little scared and nervous in her heart, and subconsciously clenched Zhang Jing's hand.

"Painted skin?"

Legends that he had heard in his previous life emerged in Zhang Jing's mind, but he did not expect to actually meet them.

This monster can't transform into a human form, but uses the magic of painting skin to disguise itself as a beautiful woman.

It seems that the source of the weird atmosphere in the Marshal's Mansion is this painted-skinned monster.

But looking at the beautiful appearance of its painted skin, it has its own separate room in the backyard. The interior decoration of the room is not simple. Could it be one of the wives of Marshal Wang?

If it is true, Zhang Jing admires this handsome Wang!

After confirming that there are indeed monsters in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, the next thing will be much easier. You don't need to tiptoe around, and you have found a legitimate reason.

Just when Zhang Jing was about to make some noise and lure out this painted-skin female ghost of unknown origin.

But suddenly stopped, and took Ren Tingting back quickly, her figure flashed, and she hid herself on a big tree in the yard.

"Brother respect, what's the matter?"

Ren Tingting didn't know why, so she asked in a low voice.