Lights on the other side

Sheng Wuxia sat in front of the table, straightened his back, and carefully copied the words and sentences in the book. His hands were steady, and the words fell on the paper neatly and cleanly.

Sometimes he does have mood swings for no apparent reason, and when those emotions come up, he feels uncomfortable. In order to avoid these, he sometimes copies things to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind.

The room is very quiet, and the ink leaves a moderately deep and not shallow mark on the paper.

When Jiang Qing was still there, she was usually not far away from him, writing and drawing with him without saying a word.

Sheng Wuxia put down his pen, and casually went to the side to get new paper. There was still a stack of paper, some new and some old. He took out a few papers, and one had handwriting on it.

He recognized it was Jiang Qing's handwriting, Jiang Qing's handwriting was always very cold, breaking gold and cutting jade.The words Random Tianya are written on it, and it has been written many times, which seems to be just an unintentional move.

Sheng Wuxia spread the paper flat on the table and put his finger on it.

He remembered that he had asked Jiang Qing what he planned to do in the future.

Jiang Qing asked him back, "What about you?"

"In the future, I will look around and live freely."

"Me? My family has always been around the world. If you don't mind, the two of you can go together."

These four words really corresponded to the scene of that day.

Sheng Wuxia smiled silently.

Jiang Qing left for two or three days, and Huangdi Town was not peaceful in these two or three days.

Several men died one after another in the town, all because of digging out their hearts and lungs.

Originally, this kind of thing could not be spread in Sheng Wuxia, a small and clean place, but he ran out of ink, so he had to go to the town.

He remembered the way he went there, but he only remembered roughly, and he only got there after asking a few passers-by.

The little girl in the shop recognized him and said: "You are the young master a few days ago, I remember you, there was another young master back then."

"Yes, but he has something to do, today's future."

Sheng Wuxia took the ink handed over by the little girl. The ink was wrapped in paper, and a faint orchid was painted on it.

After paying the copper coins, the little girl said that she saw how handsome he was, and wanted to have a few more words with him.

The little girl was still young and cute, so Sheng Wuxia really stayed and said a few more words with her.

In the end, the little girl kindly reminded him, saying, son, you have to be careful, someone is killing people like crazy recently.

He took the ink and left, and when he returned, it was already dark, and smoke was rising from the nearby farms, and the doors of several families were open, and the fire in the stove could be seen.Back in his little room, there was light in the room too, through the paper window, the light and dark were uncertain.

Sheng Wuxia hurried in, and it turned out that Jiang Qing had already returned.

At this time, Jiang Qing was sitting under the candlelight, with her head down, reading a book. When she heard the sound, she closed the book and looked at him.

"You're back?"

"Ah."

Jiang Qing's voice was low, her face was pale under the candlelight, and there was a thin and long wound on her right cheek.

"how did you make it?"

Sheng Wuxia stepped forward and touched her lightly.

Jiang Qing didn't dodge either, she just said, "Other people did it."

There was no bleeding there, it was like a thin red thread growing on the face.

"Are there any other injuries?"

"Gone."

"That's good."

Sheng Wuxia sat down on the chair opposite him and put Mo on the table.

"You went to town?"

"Yes."

Jiang Qing's finger on the book moved slightly.

Sheng Wuxia told him what he heard in the town, and said again: "I don't think it was murdered by someone."

"How to say?"

"It is said that it takes out the heart and lungs, without a sharp knife wound, one person cannot do this."

Jiang Qing listened and nodded absently.

Sheng Wuxia frowned and said, "Why don't you go and have a look tomorrow."

"Row."

Jiang Qing didn't refuse, he got up and walked to the bed, saying: "I'm going to sleep first, you should also have a good rest."

The next day, the two got up early and went to the town.

The corpse is still in the government house, the gate of the government house is closed, and the yamen servants have not come yet.

The two sneaked into the morgue, which was a bit gloomy.The deceased had just died for a day or two. Although there was already some smell in the room, it was not very serious.

Sheng Wuxia stepped forward and gently lifted a corner of the cloth with his fingers.The face of the deceased was distorted, presumably he saw some frightening sight before he died.The fingers continued to pull down, the white cloth fell to the ground, and the entire body was exposed in front of the eyes.

The death is miserable, and the words are true.

Without even thinking about it, Sheng Wuxia blurted out, "The wound looks like the work of a prostitute in Sufang."

When the words came out, he himself was stunned for a moment.

Why did he say this, and why did he come here.

I don't know, but I just feel that this is what he should come and do.

Jiang Qing also took a step forward, looked at the somewhat frightening scene, and said, "That's right, Sufang prostitute."

The legend of Sufang prostitutes was transformed by a group of women who were despised and despised by the world. They were played with all kinds of things during their lifetime, but they could only accept their fate. After death, they turned into ghosts with resentment in their hearts. To a man's heart and lungs.

After looking at the wound, Sheng Wuxia put the white cloth back on it.

Even though they knew this, they didn't know the specific location where they appeared.The two quietly looked through the files again, and found that these people had gone to Zhenxi to buy wine, but when the government investigated there, nothing unusual happened.

After leaving the government office, they went directly to Zhenxi.

"right here."

Sheng Wuxia looked up at the restaurant named Xinghuazui in front of him, then turned his head and said to Jiang Qing.

"Then go in."

There were a few customers sitting scattered inside, and the waiter at the side saw them coming in and hurriedly greeted them.

"Where are the two guests sitting?"

After Jiang Qing looked around, she said, "Is there a private room?"

"Yes, yes, please, both of you."

There was indeed nothing wrong with the first floor, so Sheng Wuxia followed up.

A small silver toad on the cabinet in the private room slowly exhaled incense, and it rose up one by one.

The waiter next to him introduced: "The best wine here is Xinghua Zui, and there are other wines such as sweet taste, ten li love and so on."

Jiang Qing gently raised her hand and said, "Then get drunk with a pot of apricot blossoms."

After Xiaoer went down, Sheng Wuxia said, "This smell..."

Jiang Qing got up and extinguished the burning incense, saying: "It has the effect of enchanting the soul."

"There is indeed a problem here."

After a while, Xiao Er came in with wine.

"Two guests, please."

Sheng Wuxia looked up and said, "Who is the boss here?"

Xiao Er hesitated for a moment.

Sheng Wuxia explained: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to trouble you, I just want to understand."

"Our boss is also new, and the younger one doesn't know much about it."

"New?"

"Yes, it is a young son."

Jiang Qing turned around and asked, "Name?"

"Bai Hehuan, Mr. Bai."

Jiang Qing propped her chin with her fingers, thought about it with interest, waved Xiao Er back, and then said to Sheng Wuxia, "Who do you think he could be?"

Sheng Wuxia didn't understand for a while, and said, "Who?"

"Then do you know Master Su Fang?"

"know."

Due to their low mana, ghosts like Sufang prostitutes usually gather together to act, and among them there will be a Sufang master, who can be male or female, as the leader.

Sheng Wuxia whispered, "Could it be him?"