Daoist, I am not fragrant!

After sending Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi into the Jinghua Tower, Jing Zhong continued to guard the outside of the building and let them go straight to the third floor where the maid's accident happened.

Along the way, the people of Xili still had heavy handles, especially the second floor where Princess Xili was, and it was completely impossible to approach.But after climbing to the third floor, there were not many people in sight.

Zhong Tang played with the jade pearl and Jinling in his hands, and shook his head secretly, how can the dispute between Xili and Dachong be resolved by a marriage?Thinking about it, even if Hu Yanjue married into the Dachong royal family without any illness or disaster, at most it would be able to keep peace for a few years.

As he was thinking about it like this, he was completely covered by the golden red curtain that was hanging down in front of him. It was Li Bizhi who simply swung the wooden sword and cut the curtain down.

"Walk well." A cold voice rang in his ears, Zhong Tang blinked his eyes, and simply rubbed against Li Bizhi's hand, pursed his lips and said: "There are too many things, I can't take care of walking when I think about it. I'll go."

Li Bizhi sighed helplessly, instead of holding Zhong Tang's hand, he simply buckled his waist and hugged him: "Okay, let's go."

The corners of Zhong Tang's lips could not fall, so he leaned on Li Bizhi obediently and continued to walk forward.

In fact, in the final analysis, Zhong Tang can't be blamed for not looking at the road. There are indeed too many golden and red curtains hanging on the third floor. If the window is opened on a sunny day, these curtains will be blown by the breeze, which should be very beautiful.

But at this moment, in this dimly lit night, the hanging curtain not only has no aesthetic feeling, but also makes people feel silent fear.

Who knows what he will see when the next curtain is opened.

There seems to be no end to the heavily covered curtains, and the more you walk inside, the more oppressive you feel.Even with a demon body like Zhong Tang, he also felt uncomfortable.

Just when he was about to use spells to remove all these curtains, Li Bizhi lifted off another layer of golden red veil, and said in a deep voice, "Here we are, here it is."

Zhong Tang followed the sound and looked, but the first thing he saw was not the maid's body, but a screen that was as tall as a person.

The black high bun, pale face and bright red smiling lips, thin eyes slightly drooping, as if looking at the corpse of the underground maid with pity.

And the dead maid was lying on her back under the screen with her hair all loose, her neck was heavily bruised, and on her face... was a smile very similar to the maid on the screen.

Strange, calm and dazzling, it makes people shudder to watch.

Although he was prepared in his heart, Zhong Tang couldn't help but frowned, and the jade beads and golden Ling in his hands were wrapped a little tighter.

Li Bizhi bent down, with a dark blue spirit spell condensed between his fingers, and slowly walked over the maid's body, but the conclusion he drew was somewhat unexpected.

"She was only hit by an extremely light illusion." Li Bizhi looked at the maid's eyes that were still open, but stayed on the terrifying bruise on her neck: "But she didn't die due to the illusion."

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Tang: "She was strangled to death."

"Senior Brother means..." Zhong Tang also felt a little weird, and repeated uncertainly: "It is true that she was hit by an illusion, but the man did not use the illusion to kill her."

The illusion might just frighten her, so the person who performed the magic hid in the dark, watching the maid panicked and running for her life with interest... and didn't kill her until she had seen enough.

How cruel and disgusting this is.

Zhong Tang muttered in a low voice, really couldn't bear to look at the maid's body again, and his eyes gradually moved to the screen again.

The ladies on the screen, although the colors are very strange, but the outlines are still well drawn... But the more Zhong Tang looked at it, the more he felt that the empty hands of the maids in the picture seemed to be holding something.

Zhong Tang focused slightly, raised his hands to imitate the movement of the lady in the painting, subconsciously flicked his fingers, and then a few broken pipa sounds came from the void.

Zhong Tang looked at his empty hands in surprise, then turned to look at Li Bizhi: "Brother, did you hear anything just now?"

Li Bizhi looked away from the maid's body, shook his head and said, "No, what did you hear?"

Zhong Tang was taken aback for a moment, and it was difficult to distinguish whether it was an illusion, and he said uncertainly: "I heard... the sound of a pipa."

As soon as these words fell, there was another sound of pipa coming from an unknown place as if through heavy curtains, followed by the slight tugging in Zhong Tang's heart.

"It's ringing again." Zhong Tang closed his eyes and carefully sensed the source of the sound of the pipa. Seeing this, Li Bizhi immediately stood beside him. Anti-illusion interference.

But even so, Zhong Tang still heard the sound of the pipa again, and grabbed Li Bizhi's sleeve with one hand, pointing to a place deeper in the curtain: "Not only the pipa...but also my wood..."

Li Bizhi naturally knew the importance of this tree to Zhong Tang. Although he knew that Zhong Tang's original tree, the crabapple tree, should be protected at the moment in the Xili Desert, among the talismans of the Daoist Yuan Chu, but he did not dare to take it lightly.

"It's right there!" Zhong Tang opened his eyes suddenly, and the jade bead and golden bell moved in response to his heart, breaking the golden and red curtain in front of him, and he was about to chase after him.

Li Bizhi naturally refused to let him go alone, he held Zhong Tang's hand tightly behind his back, and followed him with the wooden sword.

The sound of the pipa next to my ears became clearer and clearer, but the curtain in front of me seemed to never end in sight, layer after layer, twitching and surging along with the sound of the pipa.

Zhong Tang was suddenly caught off guard, and the jade bead string in his hand was almost caught in it. Fortunately, Li Bizhi's wooden sword had arrived, and the dark green and cold light forced the curtain to retreat.

But this was just the beginning. In a blink of an eye, the two stepped up the coral stairs. They thought that the curtain here would be slightly reduced, but unexpectedly it was even worse.

The continuous golden-red curtain, like a long snake, winds up and down between the carved golden beams and the coral railings, and with the increasingly anxious sound of the pipa, it twists and turns, devouring forward.

Zhong Tang didn't dare to rely on Li Bizhi any more, gathered all the spiritual power in his body, gathered it on the jade beads and golden bells in his hand, and threw them out with long strings, and the golden bells also made pleasant and refreshing sounds.

Like a wave of water, it rises from the invisible, rippling in the void, and wherever it reaches, the golden and red curtains recede and disperse, and almost in the blink of an eye, the coral staircase is empty.

"Senior brother, I—" Zhong Tang was about to relax a little, and turned to look at Li Bizhi beside him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

And in his hand, the dark green Taoist robe that was supposed to be held tightly at all times, now only left a piece of light and fluffy golden red curtain. The luxurious color seemed to be dyed with a strange, making Zhong Tang let go of his hand subconsciously. .

When did he get separated from Li Bizhi!

Zhong Tang was startled in his heart, but calmed down with restraint on his face, his thin lips almost pursed into a line, and he looked warily at the coral staircase in front of him.

At this moment, there were bursts of pipa sounds from the top of the stairs, and the originally fragmented tunes finally made up a weird tune.

By now, Zhong Tang also understood eight||nine points in his heart, and he was afraid that everything in front of him was a game specially set up for him, and he probably had no room to retreat.

Zhong Tang tried his best to calm down. He believed that once Li Bizhi found out the problem, he would find a way to break the situation and come to him, but he couldn't sit still and wait for death.

The last few floors of coral steps soon ended under his feet. Zhong Tang walked forward slowly. At this moment, he should be on the fourth floor of the Mirror Flower Building.

Without the cover of the curtain, the pavilion in front of him became empty, and Zhong Tang saw at a glance the figure sitting by the window, playing the pipa with his arms in his arms.

With black hair and light blue eyes, he looks like a person from Xili and a person from Dachong.

It was Ah Ji, Zhong Tang stopped in his tracks.

"Master Zhong, you're here." Aji turned around slowly, thinking that for the first time, a bewitching look appeared in his low-smooth brows and eyes.

Zhong Tang frowned, and the string of jade beads and golden bells unintentionally tangles one after another between his fingers. After a long while, he said, "Did you kill the maid downstairs?"

Ah Ji didn't answer, but raised his face slightly, seemingly casually.

But Zhong Tang shook his head, and said in a low voice to himself: "No, you... can't do something like that."

"Why can't I do something like that?" As if he had heard a great joke, Aji plucked the pipa in his arms with his hands that had turned into sharp claws, "Not only the maid, but also the princess of Xili It's all my doing."

Zhong Tang frowned even tighter. He heard Aji say wantonly and absurdly: "His Royal Highness Duan Wang is about to get married, and he threw me out of the city like a piece of rag, but why should I be willing?"

A Ji walked towards Zhong Tang with his pipa in his arms, his light blue eyes were stained faintly with blood: "I just want to mess up this Jinghualou, just to make King Duan unable to get married, shopkeeper Zhong, you Tell me, why can't I do something like that?"

Zhong Tang was silent, he couldn't say why, but if it is inferred according to common sense, whether it is the reason or the action, it seems that it makes sense everywhere that A Ji disturbed the marriage between Xili Princess Hu Yanjue and Duan Wang.

But Zhong Tang just felt that there was always something strange in this seemingly smooth relationship.

"No, Ah Ji didn't do this." Zhong Tang heard his own voice, although he still didn't know the reason, but he insisted on this thought.

There was another fluttering sound of the pipa, but Zhong Tang's eyes became clear for a moment, but Ah Ji, who was smiling, had already walked in front of him——

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