During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

The heaven-destroying air wave swept across, but only destroyed one teahouse and affected several nearby shops. Other than that, there were no unrelated casualties.

By the time Jiang Qian arrived, the scene had been almost cleaned up. Countless white sails were hung around the place where the accident occurred. Papers were scattered on the ground. Wails and cries could be heard from time to time, like ghosts at night.

What was once the busiest street is now being detoured.

Many residents who originally lived nearby have also moved away, and many shops have closed.

The streets are very desolate, and occasionally you can see some people doing things. They come and go quickly, and even the cries of family members are hasty and perfunctory.

Jiang Qian finally found an old man who came out to fetch water, but the old man ran away when he saw them.

Upon seeing this, Hong Li had no choice but to capture the person.

"It's none of my business, it's really none of my business. Our family went out of town to watch a show when the accident happened. We don't know anything. Don't arrest me!"

The old man huddled up, with two obvious scratches on his dark arms.

Jiang Qian frowned slightly and whispered softly: "Don't be afraid, old man, we are not from the local government, we are from the imperial court, and we are here to understand the situation."

The old man rubbed his eyes and glanced at Jiang Qian several times. After seeing his obviously different clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you from the capital?"

Jiang Qian frowned slightly, "How did the old man know?"

In order not to attract attention, Jiang Qian deliberately learned Jiangnan dialect, confident that no one would find out.

The old man raised his chin and said with a smile: "You have a good attitude, but the attitude of the officials here is not as good as yours. They..."

The old man thought of something and quickly covered his mouth. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that no one was there.

Jiang Qian was led by the old man to a small alley.

The alley is very narrow and can only accommodate a carriage. The houses on the left and right are empty. The old man said that all the previous residents have left and lived elsewhere.

Those who live nearby and have not moved out now have no money.

Soon, we arrived at the old man's home, with dilapidated door panels, a house in disrepair, and a garbage dump not far away. His life was indeed not very prosperous.

"Hey, my bucket was picked up by someone." The old man patted his thigh and hurriedly walked outside.

"Old man, let them go and help you get the water back."

Hong Li nodded repeatedly, left two guards behind, and went out.

The old man narrowed his eyes when he saw this, "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"I want to know what happened to the explosion. Tell me everything you know."

When the incident happened, the old man's family was not in the city, but he knew a lot. Most of the news he heard from the neighbors. Although his house was not good, it was in a good location and he lived nearby. They are all businessmen or wealthy people, and they always know information that the outside world does not know.

"Sir, I advise you to leave early to avoid getting into trouble."

The old man approached Jiang Qian mysteriously and bowed carefully to the top of his head.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?"

The old man licked the corners of his lips and patted his thigh, "Then let me tell you, in fact, this thing was not done by humans, but by dead people. How could a living person kill so many people?"

The old man spoke with great emotion, and when he came across some taboo words, he would worship the gods mysteriously and talk about some gods and mountain spirits that Jiang Qian had never heard of. Slowly, the two guards felt a little cold and couldn't help but hugged their shoulders.

The old man caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and smiled proudly.

Turning around, he saw Jiang Qian with a normal look on his face, "Is it a living person causing trouble?"

"Yes." The old man said that he had a nose and eyes, as if he saw it with his own eyes.

Jiang Qian smiled slightly and did not express his opinion.

The old man also saw that he didn't believe it, "Don't believe it, it's just a living evil. The Xie family tortured the concubine they raised since childhood to death, and then buried it on the day of the Ghost Festival."

"What day is the Ghost Festival? All the ghosts come out and wander around. The woman was tortured to death. After her death, she turned into a ghost and absorbed the power of the ghost. Her strength was terrifying. Otherwise, how could so many people have died? "

"Don't believe it. After what happened, many decent people came to catch ghosts but failed. I advise you to get involved, otherwise you will die if you get caught in it."

Hong Li filled up the two water tanks at the old man's house and stood aside to wipe his sweat. "Old man, since they were buried on the Hungry Ghost Festival, how could they come out to cause trouble on the Double Ninth Festival? This is obviously a lie!"

"This is not easy. This female ghost also wants to practice. Maybe she is waiting for the opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"That's impossible. Don't female ghosts always come out at night?"

"But I heard that powerful ghosts can come out during the day."

No matter what Hong Li said, the old man could find words to refute.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Jiang Qian quickly interrupted their conversation, "Old man, was there anything special that happened when the accident happened?"

The old man was racking his brains to refute Hong Li's words when he was suddenly interrupted. His brain short-circuited and he fell into a trance.

Jiang Qian repeated the question again.

The old man thought about it seriously this time, "It doesn't seem like there's anything special. By the way, does it count if the troupe members gave me sugar packets?"

After coming out of the elderly home, Jiang Qian went to the scene of a crime. The scene was charred and black. The street area had obviously been cleaned up, but there were still many traces left on the ground.

The houses on both sides of the street were severely damaged, with crumbling doors and windows, red seals affixed to them, and various talismans and seals affixed around them. The cold wind blew and the two guards couldn't help but tremble.

"Sir, there can't really be a ghost!"

"Shut up, where are the ghosts in the blue sky? I think someone is clearly pretending to be a ghost." Hong Li said disgustedly, warning the two not to disturb the adults to inspect the scene.

The closer we get to the tea house, the more obvious the smell of gunpowder smoke is in the air.

The scene became increasingly miserable, and the smell of rotting flesh could still be faintly smelled.

Just as Jiang Qian bent down to check, Hong Li glanced into the distance and reminded: "Sir, the people from the Governor's Office are here."

The place where the incident occurred was under the jurisdiction of Xuzhou, and the person who came was none other than Liu Bian, the governor of Xuzhou. He was about in his early forties, with a thin build and pretty delicate features. He had a few flaws, his eyes were as bloated as peaches, and he looked a little tired.

Both parties briefly introduced themselves, and Jiang Qian also took out the documents and official seal of the imperial court.

After Liu Bian read it carefully, the smile on his face grew instead of diminished.

"It turns out to be Marquis Xuanwen. I have read your treatise on water control. It is very popular in our Xuzhou area. I have also admired you for a long time. I wonder if I can have a chance to ask for advice."