"It's not a fierce ghost, nor a ghost general, but it can't be called a ghost king, right?"
"Hahahaha, impossible, how is it possible? It's been so long since the Ghost King appeared."
Shen Baizhou looked at the group of people who were deceiving themselves and others, and couldn't help but smile coldly and sarcasticly.
"Just because it's been a while doesn't mean it hasn't appeared before, but it doesn't mean it won't appear in the future. It's as if you've wiped out the Ghost King of the Human World. I'm so scared. I don't see you guys working that hard normally."
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Shen Tianchen shook himself.
This feeling is just right. Ever since his uncle has been staying in the old house, he seems to be much more approachable, and he almost forgets what a bad person his uncle is.
Yu Wu took a deep breath of the cold night air and said to his teammates beside him, "I almost thought the captain was mocking us."
"It's okay, you're not wrong, you're just making fun of us."
Chen Qi adjusted his glasses and shrugged nonchalantly. Turning back, he saw the handsome face staring straight at Shen Baizhou and said helplessly, "Baozi, you've seen through the captain. He's also a straight man!"
Baozi zipped up his jacket to his neck and rolled his eyes. "I'm being honest. Don't blame me. I was looking at that sister and the captain. Did you notice what the captain looked like when the sister and the captain stood together?"
Chen Qi, Yu Wu, and Lao Wu all turned their heads at the same time and looked over expressionlessly. The last few voices sounded at the same time.
"Like a lackey."
"Like the eunuchs beside Empress Dowager Cixi during the Qing Dynasty."
"Ouch!"
Lao Wu, who had cursed "eunuch", suddenly had his mouth swelled up. He covered his mouth and the people around him burst into laughter.
"You deserve it."
Shen Baizhou narrowed his eyes dangerously, looked at his teammates not far away, and sneered coldly.
"Mr. Shen, you'd better not smile like a villain, otherwise people might think you killed the girl in the lake. After all, some psychopaths love to commit crimes and then return to the scene of the crime to mingle with the crowd and watch their masterpiece."
Shen Baizhou retracted his smile and asked, "Where did you see this, Boss Ji?"
"I've watched quite a few crime-solving dramas that focus on criminal psychology, and they all have similar plots."
The Ghost King Shen Baizhou's speculation just now made the atmosphere suddenly become much more solemn.
Zhang Chengfeng had a headache and was considering whether to go back when Director Feng pushed him.
"Old man, you're trying to hide like a turtle again. Quickly calm the situation down. I'll go check what's going on."
Zhang Chengfeng felt a little embarrassed and annoyed at being exposed, and said awkwardly, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
It was already very quiet, so this was totally unnecessary.
"With Director Feng here, we will definitely get to the bottom of this matter. If it is really the Ghost King who committed the murder, Director Feng is here, so don't be afraid."
When Director Feng heard what the old man said, he was furious. He was putting all the blame on him.
"Mr. Zhang, it was your concubine who died, not mine."
"You have a concubine?" Mrs. Feng beside her immediately grabbed Director Feng's ear.
Director Feng begged for mercy on the spot: "How is it possible? How is it possible? I just said something he said. How can I have a concubine? I am already so old."
Mr. Zhang, who has many concubines and is celebrating his 80th birthday, chose to remain silent and leave the entire process to Director Feng and his apprentice, wanting to be a hands-off boss.
As I turned around, I saw a man coming towards me. It was the man in black who had just hurried into the room.
"Master, the door to Jinyuan seems to be open."
"What? Who opened it?"
"I don't know. No one saw it. I called everyone working in the yard to the backyard and I'll go check it out right away."
Zhang Chengfeng returned to his bedroom, leaving Wang Zihao to take all the guests to the hall to sit down.
Many people felt that they could not just sit there and wait for death, and they had to find the murderous ghost.
"Don't look for it. I've checked with my compass, and there's nothing. The only resentment it points to is the remnant from the dead body."
Yu Wu looked at the compass in his hand and saw a similar situation.
She turned to look at Ji Yu: "Sister Yu, do you know who killed the Seventh Concubine?"
"Ghost killed."
“…”
Ji Yu raised the corner of his lips and put away his teasing thoughts.
"You guys help me cover, I'm going to go check out Jinyuan."
"You are not familiar with the garden. Let me go with you."
Ji Yu did not refuse Shen Baizhou. The two of them directly climbed over the wall and entered Jin Garden. The plants inside looked like they had not been taken care of for some years. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and many of them had begun to rot.
"I came to Jinyuan when I was a kid, but later on, for some reason, Mr. Zhang closed it down. It's a shame, after all, the actors who came to perform here were all famous actors."
"Is this a theater?"
To be honest, Ji Yu had never heard of a play before, but soon she did.
The babbling sound came from all directions, sometimes far away and sometimes near, sounding sad and desolate.
She stood there, listening carefully for a while, then clapped her hands and praised, "I think it sounds pretty good, but it just keeps repeating the same few sentences, which is boring. It would be better if you could add some other words next time."
I don’t know if it was Shen Baizhou’s illusion, but the singing sound was like someone was strangling the neck and it immediately stopped.
Ji Yu, who was still ready to listen to something new, asked in confusion: "Eh? Why don't you continue singing?"
"Was he killed by the opera singer ghost?"
Ji Yu did not answer, but kept walking forward and stopped when he reached the stage.
She pulled Shen Baizhou up onto the stage and walked towards behind the scenes. A loudspeaker was quietly hidden in the corner.
Shen Baizhou walked forward with his long legs and flipped through the pages.
"The actor is a living person."
"Yes, the living sing for the dead. When you entered Jinyuan, you should have noticed the formations set up around you."
"There's clearly a trap set up by the trees outside this garden, as if they're suppressing something."
"That's right, so Mr. Zhang should be having a headache right now."
Ji Yu just gave a wicked smile when she heard some noise outside. The next second, she immediately pulled Shen Baizhou to hide in a big tree.
The person who came was Zhang Chengfeng, who said he wanted to go back and rest.
With a gloomy face, he walked towards a dry well behind the stage. There was a huge rock on top of the well, and several thick iron chains were wrapped around the rock. The iron chains were covered with yellow talismans.
Seeing that the seal was not touched, Zhang Chengfeng felt relieved.
"The seal is still there, so it seems he hasn't escaped. Then who opened the door to Jinyuan? And who killed Old Seven?"
"Could it be her?"
As if he thought of something, Zhang Chengfeng left in a hurry again.
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