I'm just a "little half fairy"

Looking at them, Yan Ting couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are colorful, if you don't know, you think you are going to sing an opera..."

"We were originally singing operas!" said the pink-clothed female ghost.

The man in blue behind grabbed her and made a silent movement.

Yan Ting said: "What are you afraid of, I'm here to help you."

The female ghost in pink also broke away from the man impatiently, and said to the people behind him, "We are already dead, so what are we afraid of?"

According to her, they belonged to an opera troupe during the Qing Dynasty, and they sang operas for the high-ranking officials and nobles. One night, they met a group of people wearing black cloaks on their way back from singing. People, killed them all without saying a word.

Yan Ting: "Do you know who they are?"

"do not know."

"...Then you are really wronged to die!"

"Isn't it!" The people behind all started talking, "At that time, no matter how much we begged, we didn't want to give them money, they had to strangle us to death with a rope!"

After hearing this, Yan Ting realized that there was a deep strangle mark on their necks, but it was not so conspicuous on their bluish-purple skin.

Looking down, there is a round mark at the position of their hearts, as if their hearts have been dug out.

Not for money, not for sex, but for killing people and taking hearts, what is this for?

"Have you offended anyone?" Yan Ting asked.

"We are just actors, let alone performing for those dignitaries, we have always been cautious, for fear of making any mistakes, how dare we offend others!"

It's not common for a ghost from 200 years ago to wake up suddenly, but it's not unprecedented.

Grandpa told him an example. At the end of the Song Dynasty, an army of dozens of people suddenly disappeared collectively during the march. In the period of the Republic of China, some people said that they encountered an army wearing armor and holding a flag marching in the woods. According to his description , Those are the troops of the Song Dynasty.

The bones have long since disappeared, but the soul has reappeared in later generations. Grandpa called it "returning soul".Returning souls are different from innocent souls. Wronged souls do not want to die because their grievances cannot be eliminated, while returning souls are burdened with deep grievances and cannot be reincarnated. drift.

They can return to the world, it must be that the outside world has undergone changes related to them.

Yan Ting looked at the woman behind her.Since the only person who can see them is her in this room, the appearance of these returning souls is likely to be related to her.

"You really haven't done anything lately?"

The woman shook her head frequently: "Aside from going to work, I stay at home. At most, I go out to buy groceries. What can I do?"

"Where did you go the day you met them?"

The woman counted the days with her fingers: "It was Wednesday, and I went to and from get off work normally, and it was raining heavily when I got off work..."

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and as if thinking of something, she ran to the bedside table and took out a light green square object.

"I picked up a box on the way home from get off work that day. It seemed to be washed out by the rain. I opened it and found this thing inside. It looked pretty and I wanted to bring it back to my grandson to play with. I don't know if it has something to do with them? "

Yan Ting took the square jade and took a closer look, and found that it was a seal with some vegetation patterns carved on it, and the light green jade surface was slightly worn.

Judging from the style, this seal is at least more than 200 years ago, which is indeed in line with the period in which these actors lived.

At this time, someone outside the window muttered: "Why does this thing look so familiar?"

Suddenly someone exclaimed: "Isn't this the seal of Steward Qian?! I can see it every time I go to collect money!"

"Steward Qian? The one in the prefect Xu's courtyard?"

"That's right, it's him! He always carries this seal with him!"

Yan Ting looked at the back of the seal, and sure enough, the word "Qian Guanlin" could be vaguely seen, but it was covered up by the black stains in the lines.

"Where did you pick it up?" Yan Ting asked the woman behind her.

"It's in a clearing in front of the forest farm. I was going to pass there on my way home. It rained very hard that day. This thing may have washed up from the ground...Master, is it related to this thing that I was entangled?"

"Probably."

The woman picked up this seal and summoned their souls back from the void. Because of this seal, the woman can see them. That is to say, their death has an absolute relationship with this seal.

"Have you had any trouble with that money steward?"

"No, he is very kind and treats us very well!"

"Yes, did you misunderstand something?"

Yan Ting did not come to a conclusion, not to mention whether Steward Qian himself did it, even if it was, then he should have been instructed by his master. After all, under normal circumstances, a housekeeper is not capable of finding such a killer, nor can he afford to kill him all at once. The sin of so many.

Judging from the neat and tidy appearance of the killers, the mastermind behind the scenes should have been fully prepared, and there should be special reasons for him to choose the actor as the victim.

Most likely, many actors at that time were poor people without fathers and mothers. Even if they suddenly disappeared in the world, there were not many people to pursue them. It's just that Yan Ting didn't understand why that person wanted to kill so many people all at once. .

He touched the lines on the seal, and various possibilities flashed through his mind. Suddenly, a terrible idea became clearer in his mind.

Yan Ting took a deep breath, and stared fixedly at Guihun outside the window: "Is there a child among you?"

"Child?" The people outside the window looked at each other, "No."

"The youngest of us is 19."

Just as everyone denied it, the pink-clothed female ghost who had been silent all this time suddenly widened her eyes.

"Have!"

Everyone else looked at her, and she said, "Aling, have you forgotten? It's Aling!"

After hearing her words, everyone remembered that there was such a child.

"But, wasn't she adopted by the master?"

In their memory, the girl named Ah Ling lost her parents when she was five years old, and was sent to learn opera by her uncle, but was adopted by the prefect Xu within a few months.

At that time, they thought that although Ah Ling was very young, she was cute, cute, and sweet-mouthed. It was not a strange thing to be adopted by the magistrate who had no daughters. It was just that they never saw her again when they sang at the mansion, and gradually became familiar with her. Forget about her.

"How do you know her?" Everyone looked at Yan Ting in surprise after they realized it.

Yan Ting felt chills behind his back for a moment, he knew that the so-called adopted girl was killed at the beginning, and the ghosts before him were funeral objects.

"You have encountered living sacrifices, and... you are the sacrifices."

After the Shang Dynasty, living sacrifices only happened in rare cases in the royal family, but in the Ming Dynasty, this system began to prevail again.Although this system was explicitly banned during the Kangxi period, there are always people doing these despicable things in the dark.

Everyone froze in place. They died in vain for so many years, and only now did they know that their bodies were sent to the altar.

In the past, most people who could use living sacrifices were burying the dead or offering sacrifices to the heavens to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters. The prefect of Xu lived well and did not need to bury people with him, and it was not his business to sacrifice to the heavens. The next possibility is to "sacrifice" for the living.

In ancient times, people who were familiar with witchcraft invented a method of living sacrifices. They put young children into a sealed jar, filled the jar with cooked medicinal soup, soaked it for 49 days, and then Dozens of fresh hearts are arranged around the jar, and the whole altar is set on fire for three days.

This kind of sacrifice is for people who are about to die, so that they can live for a while.

Yan Ting looked out of the window at the actors with increasingly ugly faces, and asked the last question: "The prefect Xu you are talking about, is there anyone in the family who is seriously ill?"

They looked at Yan Ting with disbelief in their eyes: "Yes!"

"Prefect Xu has a sick son. Before we were killed, we heard that he was seriously ill and was about to die."

Yan Ting already had a result in her heart—the death of these innocent people was only for the life of that one person.

He didn't know whether this kind of witchcraft was effective, nor did he know how long the son of Xu Zhifu lived in the end. He only knew that these fresh lives had really disappeared.

Although Yan Ting feels sorry for these returning souls who lost their lives without knowing their lives, the most important thing right now is to help them find a way to reincarnate.

But the person who killed them more than 200 years ago has already turned into bones. It is really not an easy task to resolve this resentment.

Yan Ting shifted her gaze to the seal in her hand.This seal obviously belonged to the housekeeper, even if it had nothing to do with the death of these actors, how could the souls of these actors be called back because they saw the light of day again?

Yan Ting noticed the black stain on it. He carefully identified it, and found that it was not like an ink mark, but it was formed by long-term oxidation after the blood stain dried up. It is very likely that the stain on it is these human blood.

The blood of the wraith reappeared in the world, and Guihun also came back from the void by mistake.

He carefully put the seal away, and said to the people outside the window: "It seems impossible to wash away your grievances, but I have a way to reincarnate you, and people who die unjustly generally have a good home... go?"

The people outside the window were a little excited when they heard this. They rubbed their hands and said, "Can we become rich in the next life?"

Yan Ting smiled, took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket, recited the formula, and threw it into a long and thin rope to everyone: "Hold it, don't fall behind."

The leading female ghost in pink held one end of the rope, while the others held the previous one by the corners of their clothes, and floated into the room one after another.

The woman who had been witnessing all this seemed to be in disbelief. She was surprised to see them line up obediently like elementary school students, and was led away by Yan Ting.

Yan Ting was about to take them away, when he suddenly thought of something and turned around, he said to the woman, "You haven't paid yet."

"Oh yes! I'll go get it right away!" The woman realized that she was in a hurry to get the money, but she stopped again, stretched out her fingers tremblingly and counted the ghosts in line, "One, two, three ……twelve."

"One is five hundred, and the other twelve..." While counting, the woman took out a cloth bag from the drawer, and counted the money one by one. The money was in odds and rounds. It seemed that she had saved it for a while.

"I don't know if the money is enough..."

When she handed a large amount of banknotes to Yan Ting, Yan Ting stretched out his hand and took out five.

The woman was a little surprised: "Master, didn't you say five hundred? You don't have enough..."

"It's the same for me." Yan Ting pointed to the actors who stood in a row like kindergarten children, and smiled.

Next, he may need to hold a big ceremony to see these "children" off.