The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Early the next morning, Hua Jue was woken up by Xuan Long.Before dawn, Xuanlong gently stroked his brow bone with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Would you like to sleep a little longer, I can go there with that little kid, and I will tell you when I come back."

Hua Jue was dazed, her whole body was limp under the warm quilt, she lost the ability to speak for a moment, she just shook her head.Xuanlong wrapped him in a quilt, picked him up and pulled him into his arms, and groped to put on clothes for him under the quilt.He washed his clothes a day in advance, got up early and warmed them up by the fire, and made sure that Hua Jue was warm until he got out of bed for dinner.

Hua Jue was a little embarrassed: "Thank you brother Xiaofeng."

Xuanlong smiled: "I'm so nice, shouldn't I be called Xianggong?"

Then she placed a kiss on his cheek.

After a group of people tidied up, they all rushed to the City Lord's Mansion.It is said that Mr. Sang spent half the night lying on the case, and was dragged back to the bed by the city lord halfway, and managed to sleep soundly.

The things Hua Jue wanted to see were sorted out and sent to the house.The eleven students in the private school at that time divided up a large stack of papers, sealed them with seals, and placed them neatly and in order in the center of the table.

Hua Jue saw the thinnest pile at a glance, touched it, and saw the words "Yao Feimeng" written on it. This young man who was born only 16 years old has nothing to say in his life, and all he can write is A few strokes.

Hua Jue recalled the appearance of that flamboyant ghost in her mind, and read it in comparison.

Unlike others, Yao Feimeng was not a native of Jiangling, and he did not have a regular household registration record until his death.The students at that time were already in their 50s and [-]s. At the time of Yao Feimeng, Xie Ran had not yet returned to the Xie family to take charge, and Jiangling was still a mess under the chaos of war. Such black households were indispensable, and the things that could be recorded were only less.

This stack of papers only wrote his approximate age, where he lived, not even an exact date of birth, and even the final outcome was vague, only four pale characters: Suspected death due to illness.

Suspicion suddenly arose in Hua Jue's heart. After putting down the things in his hand, he turned to Xie Ran and said, "City Master, can we go to Yao Feimeng's former site to have a look?"

"Let's go." Xie Ran raised his eyelids, approved, got up and received an urgent report from the scouts, and his expression became serious again.

He stood up and read slowly to everyone present: "The five people including Song Fugui and Fu Longmeng were all killed in other places. The death conditions were miserable, very similar to the previous case."

After reading, Xie Ran, who has always been calm and prudent, suddenly rubbed the letter in his hand and threw it out: "Whether it is a man or a ghost who did such a thing, I will personally send him to the execution ground!"

The invisible cloud weighed on everyone's heads, and they were almost breathless, more than what Hua Jue felt in the morgue that day.

Of the six remaining, five are dead.Up to now, anyone with a brain understands that the murderers were targeting the students back then.

And the last person left was a small official who had passed the examination and was sent to Hangzhou Anwen as an official. After hearing about this, he took leave of absence and was escorted all the way back to Jiangling without any setbacks on the way.Jiangling sent soldiers and horses to meet him on the way, and it is expected that he will be escorted back in a few days.

Hua Jue was eager to help the city lord and the others, and didn't want to see the people she liked being urged by this, nor did she want to see this kind of human tragedy never end, so she dragged Xuanlong to Yao Feimeng's former residence.

There are no people living in this area for a long time, because a cemetery moved next to it several years ago. It is said that it is haunted. After a few years of hard work, the child grows up and the old man in the family dies, and there are few people around.

However, to everyone's surprise, there are still people living in the Yao family.

As soon as Hua Jue climbed up the hill, she saw an old woman with silver hair walking out of a crooked mud road in front of the cemetery. About 60 years old, not hunchbacked, but looking at the figure gives people a sense of depression for no reason.The house behind the old man looked the same as herself, crumbling, as if it could be blown down by the wind in an instant.Before the court session, there was a fairly tall plum tree, probably the only companion by the old man's side.

Hua Jue stood still, thinking of her grandma, she couldn't help feeling sad.But he quickly figured it out: If Yao Feimeng was alive, he would be a person in his 50s and [-]s now, and the person in front of him should not be his grandma, but his mother.

Several people approached in silence, and saw the old lady squatting down, strenuously pinching off a side bud of a green plant with her twisted and swollen fingers. The fruit can only be picked in autumn.But this May, the sky changed suddenly, and the flower pots were filled with hard and thick ice and snow, and it seemed that they could not escape the fate of withering.

It was Xuanlong who stepped forward and broke the silence: "Hello, are you a resident nearby?"

The old man was deaf, and Xuanlong only heard it after saying it a second time, and slowly turned around.Hua Jue saw that her eyes were cloudy, she was already blind, and she couldn't speak, so she just pulled Xuanlong with her hands, fearing that he would say something hurtful.

Xuan Long patted Hua Jue's head, motioned him to rest assured, and then quietly waited for the answer.

The old man even spoke very slowly: "Yes, my surname is Yao, and my neighbors call me Aunt Yao. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I just passed by by chance and saw you alone in the ice and snow, so I came to ask, and I was afraid that you would fall." Xuanlong said warmly.

Aunt Yao laughed and waved her hands: "No, no, I have been here for so many years. Are you people who have come to visit the grave? Let me tell you that the weather is strange these days, and I am afraid there are ghosts. You must go down the mountain before dark."

Xuanlong said: "Okay, thank you. Let's go."

After saying that, she dragged Hua Jue back, Wumei didn't say anything, and followed her.Hua Dabao walked around the old man and the pot of green plants a few times, and stepped on a few huge cat footprints in the snow.

Wumei asked: "What should I do? Can I tell Aunt Yao directly about such things? Ordinary people, if they tell him that their son who died young may turn into a ghost and go out to harm others, I'm afraid he will be beaten out."

Hua Jue hesitated: "It's better not to... Aunt Yao has been alone for so many years, believe it or not, but it's not good to poke people's pain like this after all. Besides, Aunt Yao has nothing to do with what we want to check, strangers and ghosts I can still tell the difference."

Xuanlong hugged him and rubbed his head: "It does matter, little fool."

Hua Jue opened her eyes in a daze, and then she heard Wumei cough beside her, and said slowly: "We can't find Yao Feimeng, but at least we can know what happened to him before he was alive and how he died through Aunt Yao. I always feel that there is something strange about it, and I will probably have to use the judge's pen in the end."

"Use the judge's pen to check Yao Feimeng's voice in Aunt Yao's dream?" Hua Jue thought for a while, but she didn't have any opinions. After thinking for a while, she said: "This is feasible. Generally speaking, mothers always care about their sons. , although it is not as clear as in Yao Feimeng's own illusion, but it must not be wrong."

"That's right." Xuanlong paused, and asked him: "Then do you still remember the rumors we heard about the judge's pen the day we went to the ghost market to find this little brat? After seeing the life of the parrot, I was thinking, maybe it’s better not to let you use it in the future.”

Hua Jue nodded: "Remember, the judge's pen is the most yin and evil thing. The judge doesn't take it back because he might not be able to beat it. Maybe he will be another Sun Dasheng who disturbs the heavenly palace in the future. Brother Xiaofeng, what do you think if it is true? Now, can you beat it?"

Xuan Long smiled, pinched his cheek: "Skin."

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and asked Hua Jue: "Then I was stupid at the time, and let you be left alone in the dream of the judge's pen, and you were bullied by me; we gambled about it after we came out, Do you still remember?"

Hua Jue blinked her eyes: "I forgot all about it."

Xuanlong knew that Hua Jue knew it well, so he didn't mention it anymore.

A group of people went back to discuss, discussing how to enter Aunt Yao's dream naturally and unpretentiously.The judge's pen is used to tell people's fate. Hua Jue's blood needs to be fused with the opponent's blood, and it doesn't need the date of birth. The difficulty lies in how to get that drop of blood.

Xie Ran temporarily went to other places to collect information on several other crime locations, and dispatched people to transport the bodies of those students back to Jiangling. During the day, Sang Yi was in charge of the City Lord's Mansion, so he was too busy.Hua Jue and his group calmed down and investigated the flamboyant ghost earnestly, but before they could go to Yao's house again, it was Aunt Yao who took the initiative to find Hua Jue's dream.