Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 185 Probing
An Qingli took the little policeman into the haunted house.

The little catcher was not afraid of ghosts and gods, but after being haunted by nightmares, he believed in the existence of ghosts and gods, and also knew how powerful ghosts and ghosts are.

"Taoist." The little catcher was frightened, and followed behind An Qingli step by step.

It's one thing to stand outside the house, but it's another thing to walk around inside the house.

I always feel that the ghosts of the nine members of that family are still lingering in this house.

"Master Dao." The little policeman called again tremblingly.

"If there is evil in the world, there will be righteousness, and if there is yin, there will be yang. Don't panic." An Qingli waved his whisk and searched the house carefully, but found nothing unusual.

"But." The little policeman was holding a paper lantern, his back was full of cold sweat, and it was night, the house was gloomy, and the slightest chirping of crickets could make people's hearts jump into their throats.

When the wind blew, the little policeman quickly kicked a stone. He was so startled, screamed, and almost hung on An Qingli's back.

"You are so courageous." An Qingli spun her feet, but swung her whisk helplessly to block it.

With a pale face, the little catcher took another half step in front of the old Taoist, feeling extremely ashamed: "It used to be big, but it has grown courageous since childhood. The yamen people gave it the nickname 'Wang Daudao', but now it is a little more courageous. gone."

A few fluttering moths bumped against the paper lantern, and the little catcher said with a bitter face: "To tell the truth, the old Taoist priest, I don't want to be this catcher anymore. It is said that the people in the yamen have evil spirits, and those who suppress the spirits are strange. It's a lie. The young one plans to do some small business in the future, and spend the rest of his life peacefully."

"Don't you hear that when people sit at home, disasters come from the sky. No matter what you do, the karma that should come will still come." An Qingli took his arm and jumped onto the roof.

The speed was fast, the foothold was steady, and the little policeman who got into the room in one fell swoop felt fear, surprise and joy in his heart.

The little catcher's eyes lit up, and his thoughts suddenly became lively again. Since those ghosts cannot be avoided, why not quit his job in the yamen and follow the old Taoist priest in front of him to learn the skills of exorcising ghosts and catching monsters.

An Qingli slapped his face with a whisk, and said in a deep voice, "The old way doesn't accept timid apprentices."

The little catcher quickly covered his face, and let out a resentful "Oh", he was a bit self-aware, knowing that this old Taoist elder was capable, so he didn't look down on a coward like him.

An Qingli stood on the roof, looked around, and asked the little policeman, "What is the scene of the extermination case?"

Little Lingxi also opened the eyes of Lingxi to help watch in the dark.

The little policeman approached An Qingli for a few minutes, lowered his voice and said: "The murder case is strange to say, eight people were hacked to death by kitchen knives, and only one died by hitting a pillar. After the autopsy, Coupled with the old head catcher's years of experience in handling cases, it is said that the male owner of the family fell insane, went berserk in the middle of the night and killed his own family, and then hit a post to die."

"Crazy?" An Qingli murmured.

"That's what's written in the case file." The policeman quickly scanned around, and then said in a low voice, "But the family has never been insane for several generations. This insanity is strange. We privately According to the discussion, it should be the scene of the murder deliberately fabricated by the enemy, but the county lord was in a hurry to close the case and did not investigate carefully, so he gave the excuse to the insanity."

An Qing suddenly asked: "Are you insane at fault?"

The little catcher was taken aback for a moment, as if he had thought of something, he broke out in a cold sweat again, and then said in a trembling voice: "Just last night, I didn't know what was going on, and suddenly got angry, and almost gave a thief a thief. kill."

Swallowing his saliva desperately, the little policeman realized later, and timidly asked the old Taoist priest in front of him: "Then, at that time, was...was it possessed by a ghost?"

An Qingli raised her eyebrows: "You are not possessed by a ghost, but you have resentment in your body. The resentment lingers for a long time and intensifies. It will make people depressed and gloomy, or suddenly go crazy, just like the one who slashed and killed with a knife. Like the owner of the house."

The little catcher was even more frightened. If he hadn't met the old man in front of him, would he have made the same mistakes and chopped down his parents and sister with a knife.

Cold sweat trickled down, and the little catcher Kuai's legs were so weak that he could hardly stand up.

An Qingli lifted him up with a whisk, pointed to a brightly lit place, and asked, "Where is that?"

The little catcher quickly wiped his sweat off his eyes, calmed down, and then replied, "That's the biggest Goulan courtyard in the city, and the whole street is full of it. It's the busiest place at night, and both men and women like to go there." .”

"Then?" An Qingli pointed again.

The little catcher said again: "That's Princess Wuyang's mansion."

"Tell me about Princess Wuyang's Mansion." An Qingli took a closer look, and there was the most resentment in the whole city.

The little catcher stared at the majestic princess mansion, wiped his cold sweat, and told what he knew.

Wuyang City in the Great Chu Kingdom is the fiefdom of the most favored princess in all dynasties.

The folk customs here are strong, women's status is not inferior to that of men, men can take concubines, and women can also raise noodles, and it's not about raising noodles secretly, but raising them openly.

In the Princess Mansion alone, there are no less than a hundred new recruits every year.

Many of those faces are not badly born, and some were specially cultivated by big families.

It is said that a daughter is delicate, how can it compare to the charming face of the princess mansion.

The wealthy families here also follow suit. The male master raises a group of concubines, and the female master raises a group of white-faced gentlemen. Even the low-level women have a few men to help support their families and earn money.

It is said that the county lord and the county lord's wife in the yamen are all raising their own concubines, and they are happy and carefree.

An Qingli stroked her short three-inch beard under her jaw: "Wuyang City is a good place for women to live with open folk customs."

The little catcher sneaked a glance at the unpredictable old Taoist, how did he find that there was still some light of approval in the old Taoist's eyes.

It shouldn't be!

The old Taoist is still a man no matter what, shouldn't he first reprimand the princess of Wuyang for her licentiousness, and then say a few words of justice for the men of Wuyang City.

The men in Wuyang City are miserable. The ugly and strong ones do dirty work, and the handsome and thin ones do bed warming and scrubbing. Only those in between like him have so few choices.

"This house is no longer a problem, if you want to continue to live in it, it's not a problem."

An Qingli waved her whisk in the dust, raised her foot, and walked a few feet away, stepping lightly on the roofs of each room, towards the princess mansion.

The little catcher quickly stood on the beam of the house, staring dumbfounded, murmured "Immortal", and then said "Immortal" loudly, with a somewhat frantic expression, as if he had really lost his mind .

The Princess Mansion in Wuyang City was brightly lit, and dozens of men in light gauze, painted with makeup and charming postures, were standing in the courtyard eagerly, waiting for the princess to strike the gong.

An Qingli pasted the concealment talisman, lay on the roof, and watched quietly.

(End of this chapter)