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At midnight, everyone gathered in Feng Ling's house.

Fortunately, it did not rain tonight. Jiu Ling climbed onto the roof in a few steps and, taking advantage of the night, swiftly arrived at the bedroom of the Minister of War.

The nearby servants were dealt with one by one by the teammates.

Of course, he was just knocked unconscious, not killed.

Madam Feng always slept in a separate room from the Minister of War. In her eyes, the Minister of War was always her brother-in-law. Countless times when the Minister of War wanted to make a move on her, she fooled him with various excuses.

Later, the Minister of War understood what she meant, and since he wanted to pretend to be sick, he simply stopped forcing her.

Hua Meng took out a bunch of purple pansies from her prop library, gave one to each of her teammates, and placed four of them around the Minister of War's bedroom.

The prop takes effect instantly, and the sound emitted within the prop range is isolated from the outside world. There is no need to worry about the noise being too loud attracting other people.

At this time, the wine spirit had already released a large amount of wine aroma from the roof. If nothing unexpected happened, the Minister of War would have fainted by now.

When I pushed open the door, the room was pitch black. The candles used for lighting had long been extinguished, and the soothing incense had been covered by the aroma of wine.

Before Lian Wu came in, Feng Ling gave him a mask to prevent the overly strong smell of wine from affecting him.

This was also the first time Lian Wu had seen this style of mask. It felt completely different from the fabric used for ordinary clothes.

After putting it on and entering the room, I felt much more comfortable.

The Minister of War was lying on the bed, looking peaceful.

When no one was around, the Minister of War looked weak and tired, and his face looked much older than usual. It seemed that he had been affected by Bai Yan.

This was also the first time they saw this painting. If the head of the Lin family was here at this time, he would find that this painting was different from what he saw first.

A well inexplicably appeared next to the exquisite pavilion, and the lush woods behind the pavilion were now leafless, with only lush flowers remaining.

There is only a piano in the pavilion, but the person playing the piano is not in the picture.

Lian Wu looked at the painting calmly, "Bai Yan, why are you hiding and refusing to see anyone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll was like the rippling surface of the water, and a gentle-looking figure appeared in the pavilion with his back to them.

"What do you want from me?"

"We went to Nanhulugou Village."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bai Yan quickly turned around, and his bloody face occupied most of the scroll. His eyes stared straight at Lian Wu, then scanned everyone, and finally his gaze fell on Hua Meng.

"Did you take them there? Was it you! Was it! You!?"

Bai Yan asked almost gritting his teeth, his eyes shedding tears of blood, the scarlet color was particularly conspicuous on the white scroll.

Those eyes were fixed on Hua Meng, as if they were about to break through the constraints of the scroll and rush out to strangle Hua Meng in the next moment.

"I was forced into the palace upon arriving in the capital, and now I've finally escaped. If you could go outside and take a look, you'd see that the capital is full of wanted posters for me."

Hua Meng smiled bitterly and didn't care at all about Bai Yan's horrifying appearance.

"What have you done wrong?"

Bai Yan was very interested in the fact that his old friend was suddenly wanted. A person who could place his soul in a painting was actually wanted by officers and soldiers to such an extent.

"The Empress in the palace is pregnant, and it is a hindrance to other Empresses."

This is all Hua Mengyan’s thoughts, and the rest is left to Bai Yan’s imagination.

After thinking for a while, Bai Yan suddenly came to his senses, his expression becoming fierce, "If you hadn't taken them to Nanhulugou Village, how could they have gone there!"

Lian Wu, who was closest to the painting, seemed to be able to feel the smell of blood coming towards him.

Lian Wu silently took a step back. Although he knew that the blood would not really flow onto his body, he still felt a little uncomfortable being so close.

Feng Ling's voice sounded behind him.

"A maidservant has come to the mansion, Ying'er."

Bai Yan's expression suddenly changed, and he looked incredulous.

"Sister Ying'er? Is she still alive?"

"Yes, alive. It was because of her that we went to Nanhulugou Village. There we learned everything. You don't have to be so wary of us. Ying'er is now in good health and is with Madam Feng. What the Shangshu did has nothing to do with us. You don't have to regard us as enemies."

Even...if you want to kill him, I can help you."

Feng Ling was just talking nonsense, and even his teammates thought it was a bit outrageous.

When did the maid Ying'er become Mu Huai Niang's daughter? Even if it was true, they had not found any corresponding evidence.

How dare Feng Ling say this directly? Isn’t he afraid of a confrontation between Bai Yan and Ying’er?

But Bai Yan was staring at them now, and no one dared to show any surprise.

"Ha, this Feng family is really falling apart. The mistress and the master are at odds, the son is helping the ghosts kill his father, the minister is disloyal, the son is unfilial, and the wife is heartless. It seems that I don't need to do anything, the Feng family will be ruined."

Seeing that the topic was about to go off track, Hua Meng quickly brought the subject back on track.

"Why are you here in the Shangshu Mansion? And why are you in this state?"

Bai Yan glanced at him and instantly turned into his handsome and young appearance, and the bloodstains on his body disappeared.

"Me? I'm surprised you still remember me. I thought you'd just left me and this scroll in your dusty old home and forgotten about it."

Everyone turned their gaze to Hua Meng, their eyes seemed to say:

Were you abandoned by someone?

Hua Meng felt wronged. He was not given any identity information system before coming to Beijing. Now a very important old friend suddenly appeared. Who can resist this?

"I'm here to look for you now, aren't I?"

"Ha, looking for me, if you had come a little later, I could have gone to look for you myself."

"Are you trying to seize the body of the Minister of War?"

Lian Wu is now particularly suspicious of Bai Yan's purpose in making the Minister of War weak.

"So what? He brought me back to the capital and trapped me in this horrific painting. Although I wasn't a good person in my lifetime, what right did he have to trap me? If he had just killed me, it could be considered a demon slaying, but he tortured me to such an extent that I couldn't even be reduced to ashes."

Bai Yan became more and more excited as he spoke, and the figure in the scroll was also bleeding, and soon half of his body was stained red.

"How did he trap you? We can help you."

Feng Ling offered benefits at the right time and seemed very sincere.

"You're late. I can get out without you."

Bai Yan ignored them and walked barefoot into the dense forest of flowers.

But it wasn't a complete failure, as their side quest progress increased by 10%.

[Musician Soul (Ninth Ring): Torture.]

Lian Wu guessed that the last step was to allow Bai Yan to successfully escape from the scroll, but based on what Bai Yan just said, perhaps the last step did not require them to take action.