Half Immortal - Chapter 175

    Yan Mingguang stepped forward and looked down at the wooden sign in his hand for a while.

    Yan Wei’s eyes were erratic, and she was embarrassed to meet Yan Mingguang’s eyes. He looked left and right, and the girls who were secretly watching by the side also left, not sure if they were frightened by Yan Mingguang’s cold aura.

    Guanyin Town has been in trouble for so long, and the flower building has just committed suicide. Most of the girls’ boudoirs in the Wanhua building are quite immersed. No one moved deliberately. The surroundings were quiet, and the sound of silk and bamboo from the bottom came up little by little, misty and hazy rolling around the candlelight.

    Yan Mingguang didn’t speak, his eyes moved from the wooden sign to Yan Wei’s face. He seemed to be looking into Yan Wei’s eyes, his expression was very serious, and he looked straight at him like that.

    Yan Wei didn’t dare to look at each other, he lowered his eyes for a while, but did not hear what Yan Mingguang said.

    Yan Wei was holding such a large pile of hot potatoes in her hand, she couldn’t stand it anymore. His Adam’s apple rolled lightly, opened his mouth, but before he opened his mouth, a faint smile came from in front of him.

    Yan Mingguang’s voice is always like a green pine hanging with snow, low and cold. This time, it seems to be moistened with a little spring: “Why don’t you like something more…”

    This is like a joke with a smile, but it seems a little helpless.

    Yan Wei was stunned when he heard it, he forgot his embarrassment just now, holding the flower cards of these girls in his hand, raised his eyes to meet Yan Mingguang’s line of sight.

    “What?” he said.

    Is this jealous or something else?

    Why didn’t he understand?

    Yan Mingguang added: “Let’s go.”

    Yan Wei suddenly withdrew his wandering mind at the same moment – he felt a strange and sinister aura.

    The surrounding flowers seemed to be a lot richer, mixed with a little familiar smell of Yan Wei… It was the floral fragrance when the female ghost attacked him that night!

      That’s where the scent of flowers wafts.

    He and Yan Mingguang glanced at each other, the other nodded to him, he couldn’t care about the flower cards in his hand, the wooden cards fell to the ground with a crash. Yan Mingguang took Yan Wei’s hand and disappeared in this flower building in an instant.

    They don’t even know how to suppress female ghosts now, so there are only two props on Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang. It is not a wise move to blatantly confront dirty things. Yan Mingguang didn’t need to say this, Yan Mingguang naturally knew that he used his skills and took Yan Wei to appear on a deserted path a few streets away from Wanhualou in an instant.

    This trail is quite remote, and further ahead is the eerie Black Sea. The two of them appeared out of thin air, and no one noticed.

    The scenery in front of Yan Wei’s eyes flickered, and when he stopped, he saw a quiet alley.

    Yan Mingguang was still holding his hand.

    Yan Wei’s fingertips gently pressed the back of Yan Mingguang’s hand, rubbing slightly unconsciously. He still felt that what Yan Mingguang had just said was a bit strange, and even touched his vague feeling of being concealed.

    But he looked at Yan Mingguang, and finally swallowed his words.

    If Yan Mingguang really wanted to say something, he would have said it long ago and would not wait for him to ask. Asking is the most meaningless act, it is better for him to find the answer himself.

    He’s already got some eyebrows.

    Yan Wei retracted his gaze and glanced at the swallow necklace that Yan Mingguang was wearing all the time.

    “The person who died in the school today,” he said, “did the way of the female ghost when he came to Wanhualou?”

    Yan Mingguang nodded lightly: “80%.”

    Over the years, most of the deceased who died in that strange way died suddenly in the room or in places where there was no trace of fighting. And after they died, the corpses rotted very quickly, but within a day they would be covered with corpse spots, and their bodies would be bruised and stiff, and corpses would suddenly rise up in the coffin.

    Before Yan Wei speculated that they did not follow the way of the female ghost at the moment of death, but earlier. It’s just that the evil spirits absorb the essence in their bodies, and when they reach a certain critical point, those people will die suddenly.

    Yan Wei has experienced the way that female ghosts are haunting – it is an indescribable matter of men and women, and people are immersed in it unknowingly.

    In a place like Wanhualou, those people come here, and they are confused and don’t know whether they are working with people or with ghosts. And those people didn’t realize it themselves, they died suddenly after returning for a period of time. In addition, there were also some old and weak women and children who had an accident. The people of Guanyin Town would naturally not think of Wanhualou.

    Now it seems that those old, weak women and children who also died in a strange way, or those who were frightened to suffer from delusional disorder, are mostly just the tricks of female ghosts, just to expand the scope of the deceased, let the People think that ghosts are everywhere. In addition, some of the neighbors of the deceased also had troubles, and the people would only think that the deceased’s house was in trouble.

     Judging from the current clues, there is no doubt about this.

    Where did the ghost come from? Why would you mainly attack the male guests of Wanhualou? What does it have to do with that Shen Zhai, who A Yu said was vicious?

    Yan Wei looked at Yan Mingguang.

    Yan Mingguang said: “I just followed the man who had ecstasy and learned something.”

    He said, paused, but did not continue.

    Yan Wei blinked, “With what you know, my side quest should be almost the same. So this female ghost—”

    “Let’s go back and talk first.” Yan Mingguang looked as usual, but the tone of this sentence was a little rushed.

    Yan Wei originally wanted to complete the task early and confirm the number of people early, but Yan Mingguang had to drag it back and say, it is not unreasonable – after all, you can enter this dungeon, but the super high-level players, everyone has some trump cards, It would be bad if someone overheard them in the dark.

    It’s just…this person was not so cautious in the past, but this time he asked to go back and talk about it…?

    Yan Wei always felt that Yan Mingguang was not right, but Yan Mingguang behaved normally from start to finish, he couldn’t find anything wrong.

    He had to say, “Okay.”

    They returned to the Guanyin Academy together.

    On the way, Yan Wei encountered two funeral procession, the whole Guanyin Town was filled with panic.

    After returning, Yan Wei went to Lin Zhen’s room to check, there was no one in the room, and he should still be doing the things he explained before. Whether it is to find out the traces of the players of the enemy camp, or to let Lin Zhen and Lin Qing take one shot and retreat without leaving any traces, it is not an easy thing to do, and it is normal not to come back so soon.

    He sent a message to Lin Qing and Song Chengan respectively, telling them not to fight infighting, and immediately returned to the Guanyin Academy to discuss the next thing with him after the cooperation.

    Afterwards, Yan Wei took Yan Mingguang back to his own room in Guanyin Academy.

    They sat next to each other by the bed, Yan Wei hugged Yan Mingguang’s arm and watched the man take out a folded painting from his sleeve.

    This man is slow. The sky light penetrated through the paper-pasted window, the dust swayed in the halo, and the light outlined the profile of Yan Mingguang’s face. Yan Wei stared at the other person’s hand, watching him slowly take out the painting, spread it out for a while, and unconsciously shifted his attention to Yan Mingguang’s face.

    After a few glances, Yan Wei unconsciously kissed Yan Mingguang’s chin.

    In the past, they used to analyze clues next to each other in dangerous dungeons, and Yan Wei did such an action several times. After he kissed, he didn’t respond, but Yan Mingguang took the lead in pinching his chin.

    “This copy is very dangerous,” the man’s voice was calm and solemn, “Be restrained.”

    Yan Wei: “?”

    Who couldn’t take it on the train before?

    “Duplicitous,” he muttered, “hypocrite.”

    Yan Mingguang did not refute him.

    Yan Wei: “What is this painting? Why haven’t you opened it yet.”

    He was eager to know the number of people on both sides to confirm the faction problem, but Yan Mingguang was warm. Yan Wei couldn’t wait, and reached out and took the painting over.

    After unfolding, a portrait of a woman drawn by fine brushwork came into view.

    This portrait is unpainted, only pure black lines. The women’s dresses are very long, but the style is very simple. Looking up, the hair accessories are more elegant, and even look similar to the men’s hair.

    She has a smile on her face, her eyes are slightly curved, and the corners of her mouth are raised, and the beautiful face on the paper is full of gentle smiles.

      The strokes are elegant, but the gestures are like the wind. Whether it is from the drawing skills of the person who painted the portrait or the appearance of the woman herself, this painting is absolutely stunning.

    Yan Wei held it in his hand, and the cold touch of his fingertips was like a sinister in the middle of the night, but it was frightening.

    The surroundings were cold and quiet, he stared at it a few times, feeling even more cool.

    Yan Wei closed the painting and listened to Yan Mingguang say: “Her name is Jiang Jingyun, she has been dead for five years, I found this painting in her room.”

    “Wanhualou didn’t give her room to others?”

    “No, because after she died, some people said they saw her in the middle of the night. The woman we saw who suffered from psychosis also said that Jiang Jingyun was scared crazy. So that No one dared to live in the room, and it was blocked.”

    Yan Wei only asked: “Is there any clothes she wore in the room? What color?”

    “Red.”

    Yes.

    Yan Wei took the painting and listened to Yan Mingguang finish the story.

    Just now he stayed in front of Fengxian’s house to inquire about the affairs of member Shen, Yan Mingguang followed those who caught the girl who was demented and found that the girl was passing by a locked room She screamed suddenly when she was in the house, and even nearly broke free from the servant who was holding her. But after that room, the woman’s condition was much better.

    So did the servants, walking very fast when passing that room, looking nervous, as if afraid of being entangled by something unlucky.

    Yan Mingguang opened the lock directly and entered the room to check.

    A lot of places in the room were covered with ash. As soon as the door was opened, it was overcast. There was no candle light, only the raised dust floated everywhere.

    He found many such portraits in the drawers of the room, as well as some poems and books, the clothes hanging in the wardrobe were either very simple and neat clothes, or Mostly red dresses for women. On the table against the wall, there are also a lot of wooden plaques similar to the impatiens plaques, but there is nothing on the wooden plaques, and it seems that there is no time to engrave them.

    Yan Mingguang took this painting, spent a lot of money, and asked an older handyman in Wanhua Building about the woman.

    Jiang Jingyun is not the kind of girl who was bought into Hualou to raise up and pick up guests. She has her own name, and although her family background is not top-notch, she can be regarded as a lady with a clean net worth. She is also different from other women. She doesn’t know where to learn the poems, poems, and essays, which are more eye-catching than ordinary women.

    The Jiang family had an accident more than five years ago.

    In this incident, Jiang Jingyun not only lost both her parents and her family wealth was dilapidated, but she herself was also sold to Hualou, and she was once in the dust.

    Shen Yuanwai coveted Jiang Jingyun for a long time, and the fall of the Jiang family does not know how many Shen Yuanwai’s handwriting was included. Jiang Jingyun was just sold to Wanhua Building, and Shen Yuanwai spent ten thousand gold to buy people away . At that time, he was not the only one who came to buy Jiang Jingyun. It is said that some scholars from Guanyin Academy came to buy Jiang Jingyun every day. Unfortunately, Shen Yuanwai was too high, and in the end, Shen Yuanwai took Jiang Jingyun’s sales contract.

    Jiang Jingyun only stayed in Wanhua Building for a few days, but she didn’t pick the flower name or engraved the flower card, so she was taken to the Shen residence.

    After a few days, the servant of the Shen residence let out a breath and said that Jiang Jingyun was dead.

    The fate of the girl in Hualou is not fate, Jiang Jingyun will die if she dies, and the Shen residence will still search for beautiful women from time to time. However, some people started hitting ghosts in Wanhua Building, saying that they saw a long-haired woman in a red dress dangling in the building, and the girl with dementia that Yan Wei met in Wanhua Building was frightened crazy at that time. .

    Wanhualou invited people to do the ritual, and this matter was suppressed.

    Although accidents began to occur in Guanyin Town, the people involved in the accident were men, women and children, and they did not die in this brothel. Most of them died suddenly at home, so naturally no one would take the initiative to think of it. Wanhualou-related things.

    Yan Wei tossed the coin in his hand and said: “The source of evil in the Black Sea around Guanyin Town is these people who died abnormally, and they are all related to Jiang Jingyun. Hatred… What we want to suppress is Jiang Jingyun’s resentful soul?”

     Yan Wei’s voice just fell, and the dungeon’s reminder sounded in the minds of all players of the same faction as him.

    [Congratulations to players in the player’s faction who have completed the side quest—obtain the cause of death of most of the inexplicable dead, and find out the source of grievances in the Black Sea of ​​Guanyin Town. This side quest is helpful to the progress of the main line. The player who completes the quest will get 3 progress rewards, and other players of this faction will get 2 progress rewards. ]

    [Congratulations to the faction to which the player belongs to obtain the side quest reward – the number of both factions. ]

    [Total number of players loaded in this instance: 25, number of your current faction: 8. ]

    Yan Wei glanced at Yan Mingguang subconsciously after hearing the prompt.

    Eight people… He, Yan Mingguang, Lin Qing and Lin Zhen, Yu Feizhou, Song Chengan, Zhong Bufan, Yu Zhengqing, exactly eight. Nothing seems to go wrong.

    Yan Mingguang was hesitating and slow, as if he didn’t want him to complete this side quest, he thought…

    Maybe he just thinks too much.

    Outside the Shen house.

    Lin Zhen, who had just completed the siege and interception, threw the arrow feather in his hand and laughed: “Wow, wow, no, we are only 8 of 25 people? Seventeen to eight, playing such a big game. “

    Lin Qing just said: “As expected. Don’t throw arrows around. Some of them can imitate our skills. We try not to give them our arrows.”

    Lin Zhen spreads his hands.

    Yu Feizhou shook his head helplessly, leaned over and picked up the arrow.

    In the Shen residence.

    Several players gathered in a room, and the quarrel sounded one after another. The two people who used Lin Qing’s skills and props who appeared in a row just now, they haven’t figured out why, but the more noisy they are.

    A man in black with a black cloth covering his eyes was also sitting there.

    Although Geng Liang can’t see, his skills naturally connect his five senses with his perception, and he feels that the other people’s expressions are extremely bad. But it has not yet reached the point of complete infighting. As an undercover agent who successfully sneaked into this camp, since Lin Qing provided such an excellent counter-kill, it would be a waste for him not to expand the effect.

    He took a chance and said a few words, but his voice suddenly disappeared.

    […Total number of players loaded in this instance: 25, number of your current faction: 8. ]

    Geng Liang: “???”

    According to the prompt tone, there should be a total of seventeen people in the enemy camp he mixed into.

    Meng Lin is dead, which means there should be sixteen people in this camp.

    They do have sixteen here…

    But he’s undercover!