I'm afraid you'll be widowed

Pei Gong shook the teacup in his hand twice, and finally opened up the chatterbox to Fang Cenxi without any suspicion.

"This matter has caused a lot of noise in Nancheng. You may have heard a few words about it."

Shuntian Mansion is divided into inner and outer city walls, the northern city is the inner city, and the outer city is connected to the northern city by three inner city gates, which is naturally the southern city.

The Forbidden City, together with the residences of dignitaries, great merchants and wealthy merchants, are mostly located in Beicheng.Compared with Nancheng, it is much more mixed up.

Since the beginning of autumn this year, Nancheng was the first to watch the watch, and saw impermanent ghosts roaming the streets after the curfew at night.

Later, more and more people saw it.

Everyone talked about the impermanent ghost messengers. Some people said that they frightened the evil people, and some said that they specially took the lives of night walkers.

The huge Shuntian Mansion spread false rumors for a while, and people panicked, causing everyone to feel fear and fear.

Physicians are taboo to rescue people at night, night watchmen are panicking in the streets and alleys, and children who lost their parents dare not even look for them at night.

Everything in daily life is in chaos, all because of this inexplicable impermanence sent by ghosts to patrol the city at night.

The capital was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere, and even the palace had heard the rumors, so Jin Yiwei was sent to thoroughly investigate the case, determined to find out the impermanence of the city patrol, and investigate the matter to the bottom to calm people's hearts.

Pei Gong took a sip of tea: "These ghost officers dare to patrol the streets like this again and again, it is really blatant and lawless."

"Not necessarily." Fang Cenxi thought for a while, "Although the rumors are fierce, it doesn't necessarily mean that they all really saw impermanent ghosts."

"There are still many people who will spread rumors and change some memories because of what everyone said."

"That's the reason." Pei Gong nodded in agreement, "I see that the case file given by Nancheng Bingmasi is messy."

"Obviously, they didn't distinguish anything, so they recorded all those statements as testimony."

"It seems that we have to go to Nancheng in person." Fang Cenxi pressed his fingertips lightly on the table, "We have to listen to those words in person, so as to distinguish the truth from the false."

Pei Gong looked at Fang Cenxi's analysis one by one, his thin lips were parted, his expression was indifferent, and he suddenly lost consciousness subconsciously.

He thought of his father and brother urging him to get married, and the ladies from aristocratic families he met were all outstanding.But in his eyes, these outstanding young ladies always lacked something.

A good-looking daughter is not as gentle as Fang Cenxi; someone who is as good-tempered as Fang Cenxi is not as calm as him; someone who can be as calm as him is not as courageous as him.

"Third Master?" Fang Cenxi raised his eyebrows, as if he had seen through others, and said, "Third Master is distracted."

Pei Gong came back to his senses suddenly as if being pricked by a needle, he hurriedly responded: "Okay, I will do as you said."

Fang Cenxi nodded: "In that case, let's go directly to Nancheng."

Seeing the person in front of him standing up gracefully, Pei Gong finally breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Fang Cenxi's footsteps out of the noodle shop.

Within a few steps, Pei Gongcai pinched his forehead secretly as if mocking himself.

He thought he might be crazy.

To compare Fang Cenxi with those women.

The Yamen of Dali Temple is located in the east of the city, not too far from the inner city gate between the south city and the north city.

Nancheng is not small, and most of the people who have seen Wuchang patrol the city are residents and merchants at the root of the southern city wall.

Pei Gong searched for a few according to the case files, some of them were so exaggerated that they were fake, and some of them were so serious that Fang Cenxi could find out the flaws in just two or three sentences, so he couldn't justify his explanation.

After a busy afternoon, the sun had already set and there was less than an hour left before the curfew, Pei Gong couldn't even find half a witness.

Pei Gong couldn't help pinching his tired brows.

However, Fang Cenxi pointed to the unremarkable stall on the side of the road, and led Pei Gong to look at the storyteller who appeared amidst the dust from the passing cars and horses.

"Impermanence ghost, patrolling the city at night."

"Hurt people's lives, break people's souls."

The storyteller is serious.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

"Sit upright, walk upright, why worry about that impermanence coming to Nancheng?"

Passers-by stopped and joked: "Then why haven't you seen ghosts before?"

"It must be a vision from heaven, and a great evil has occurred in Nanchenggen."

The storyteller stared and blew on his beard: "Why don't you see me?"

"It's not just at the bottom of the southern city wall? Thirteen miles away from the capital, there are several villages. For more than ten years, every [-]th day of the Lunar New Year, in their graves, ghosts of impermanence can be seen carrying coffins at night."

"If you listen to the book and live outside the city, please answer me, is what I said true?"

As soon as the voice fell, several people really responded: "Mr. is right."

The storyteller stroked his beard and said complacently: "If you don't believe me, go to the village and ask anyone. This has been going on for a long time. I'm afraid a five-year-old child can explain it to you."

Pei Gong's eyes met Fang Cenxi's.

"The first and fifteenth day?"

Today is the fifteenth day of the month.

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The bright moon hangs high, and the night is hazy.

Pei Gong and his banner officers waited by the tomb outside the city.

"Although this parade of impermanence has its own nose and eyes, it is still a rumor. Are there really ghosts in this world who will wander here at night?"

"We're not going to wait for nothing, are we?"

It was so cold that it seemed as if he was going to freeze people into lumps of ice before giving up.

When the time passed, the tomb was dark everywhere.

It is cold in winter, and there are no birds or beasts in this place.

Only a paper wreath was placed next to the new grave that had been buried in recent days. When the cold wind blows, the white flowers will "squeak" and make people feel a little creepy out of thin air.

Pei Gong twirled his wrist, and moved his stiff fingers.

The brocade guards were agitated, already a little impatient, but Fang Cenxi remained calm, like a clay puppet who is not afraid of the cold.

He was about to figure out whether he should take two steps back first, so as not to freeze everyone here, but when he raised his eyes, he could already hear humming and singing in the distance.

The strange singing pierces the quiet night sky, from far to near.

Everyone clearly heard this small movement, and they seemed to freeze in place immediately, not daring to make any big moves.

Pei Gong followed the voice and his pupils shrank, feeling that the situation in front of him was indescribable.

A group of "ghost messengers" passed through the floating will-o'-the-wisps and came from a distance, chanting words and saying words that were not understood by others.

The cold wind was bleak, blowing the dimly lit lantern next to the first figure and swaying from side to side, flickering on and off, making it even more weird.

But with this weak light, Pei Gong could still see the appearance of those "ghost messengers".

The two impermanent ghosts in the front are black and white, the white one wears money at first sight, and the black one wears world peace. They are both high-topped official hats, and the Taoist robes they wear are also black and white. Very creepy.

Behind, there are a few little ghosts in black clothes, following behind the impermanent ghost, carrying a heavy life material, step by step, with heavy feet.

The reason why he believed that these were ghost messengers rather than human beings was because Pei Gong looked at their faces——

Those are definitely not human facial features.

Although there are two eyes and a mouth, there are two deep holes above the eyes, and the teeth are not covered by the lips, so they are directly exposed.

These ghosts look fierce and terrifying, twisted like dead bodies, and move forward slowly, like a skeleton illusion, weird and frightening.

Then it was reflected by the dim light of the tomb, and immediately hit people's hearts more directly, making one's scalp tingle.

A few small flag officers who followed were obviously frightened, they were all nervous with their knives in their hands, and they couldn't help being frightened, so they started to search directly.

Seeing this, Pei Gong couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The gang of ghost messengers said it was not close, but they said it was not far away.

Pei Gong was startled, and his brows were slightly frowned.

He tensed up slightly, maintaining a guarded posture, fearing that the group of brats under him might startle the "ghost messenger" soon, and he was also worried that the "ghost messenger" would make some elusive moves.

The strange scene that has never been seen before is inevitably shocking.

Even if Pei Gong was bold and bold, at this time, he was confused by his chaotic thoughts and hesitated a little.

Subconsciously, he slightly moved towards Fang Cenxi to block him, and even consciously held Fang Cenxi's slightly cool fingertips with his hand.

He said in a shallow voice, "Don't be afraid."

Fang Cenxi paused for a moment, and looked suspiciously at Pei Gong back and forth. Pei Gong was taken aback, and then realized that he subconsciously pulled Fang Cenxi's hand.

In line with the philosophy of "As long as you don't admit your mistakes, you will always be right", Pei Gong snorted lightly, and was not in a hurry to let go.

The villain complained first and said shamelessly: "What are you afraid of? What's the big deal?"

The corners of Fang Cenxi's lips curved slightly, without changing his face, he said: "I'm not afraid."

"The third master still refuses to let go? Could it be that the third master is afraid?"

"Yes, it is human nature to be afraid, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The gazes of several small banner officers in twos and threes, all looked at them at the same time.

Pei Gong's eyes twitched in embarrassment, and he let go of his hands in an instant.

Then he added a sentence as if he had regained his face: "Master Xiao Fang looks thin and thin, so it's very courageous not to think about it."

"Those who pretend to be gods and play tricks are naturally not to be feared." Fang Cenxi explained in a low voice, "Third Master, look at their hands."

Hearing this, Pei Gong glanced over to see the terrifying team of ghost messengers.

I saw that no matter whether it was Wuchang's hand holding the death whip, or the hands of a few black-clothed little devils carrying the horizontal bar of the coffin, they were all exposed outside the sleeves.

That hand is not as dry-boned as in the rumors in the storybook, but it is no different from ordinary people's hands.

Even this group of people pretended to be superb, making people avoid them, but because of this little flaw, they could no longer hide under Fang Cenxi's scrutinizing eyes.

Pei Gong glanced at it, and his heart immediately understood.

He suppressed his brows and couldn't help chuckling twice.

Rumors of impermanent night tours have been circulating outside of Beijing. It seems that these people have been doing this immoral thing of digging people's graves and looting corpses for a long time.

Pei Gong praised: "As expected of Mr. Xiao Fang, you really don't panic when dealing with things, and you have extraordinary eyesight."

After saying that, his eyes moved back to the other side of the grave, his eyes were full of ridicule: "Today I want to see how capable these bastards are."

"Will they be able to carry the coffin back to their lair in the underworld tonight?"

The author has something to say:

Don't worry Peigou, you're not crazy, you're just crooked

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