Zhao Letong didn’t understand where her confidence came from. Was it because of the dimension she had lived in before?
Zhao Youping frowned. In this case, he couldn't let the Jinghai Marquisate go easily. He would go back and talk to his grandfather. This matter couldn't be taken lightly and just let it go.
Although it was just a quarrel between children, Miss Qiao went too far. She did not repent and instead held a grudge against the Zhao family, which would be a trouble in the future.
Miss Qiao Er alone could not deal with the Zhao family for the time being. Zhao Letong went to see the female corpse in red according to the original plan.
In the charity cemetery outside the city, the air was gloomy and dark. It was not yet dark, but the sky was covered with dark clouds. I felt a chill in my arms and tailbone.
They have been serving as officials for a short time and have rarely been to places like this, so they are not used to it.
Zhao Letong seemed fine, and this little bit of negative energy was nothing.
squeak!
The door suddenly opened, and a man with half of his face rotten suddenly appeared in front of them holding a lantern. The men were so scared that they shouted and hugged each other tightly.
Zhao Youxi could only hug his aunt tightly. Her soft body gave him a great sense of security.
"Sir, what are you afraid of? You people in the government are immune to all evil. Don't scare yourself."
The man's voice was hoarse, like porcelain scraping against stone slabs, making the listener feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Youping calmed down and said, "This is the gatekeeper of the charity cemetery. When he was young, his face was burned in a fire. He survived, but his face was disfigured. He works here as a gatekeeper to earn a living."
Several officers felt embarrassed and quickly let go of their companions, looking around. "Is that so? Seeing it out of the blue is really scary. It's not even dark yet, so there's no need to be afraid."
They went in together. Just when they said it was not dark yet, a dark cloud appeared over the sky. It looked like it was going to rain heavily. The officers wanted to cry. The darkness was more terrifying than the night itself.
Zhao Letong was speechless. He had such little courage. Hey, men are tougher than words, but they become soft when faced with difficulties.
"Come in."
The scarred man stood inside and waved. Oil lamps were lit in the four corners of the room, and no shadows could be seen in the dim light. Damn, it was too scary.
Zhao Letong patted his nephew and said, "Come in, what are you afraid of? If you're afraid of this, how can you investigate a case? You might as well stop being a detective and go home to nurse."
The police officer blushed and said, "Come in, right now. Um, where is his shadow?"
"There's a lamp above your head, and the shadow is under your feet."
Zhao Letong's eyes were bright and nothing could escape her sight.
The scarred man was limping. If he didn't do this, he would really starve to death. The fire burned his entire family to death. If one person was full, the whole family would not be hungry.
"Which body?"
"The female corpse in red."
“That’s the one at the very edge.”
The scarred man held a lantern to illuminate them, and it was a white lantern, which made it even more creepy.
When the coffin lid was opened, the female corpse was found to have dried skin but had not turned into bones. It could be seen that she was a great beauty when she was alive.
It's a pity that he died so young.
There were a lot of gold, silver and jewellery hanging on his body, but unfortunately after being buried for so many years, some of them had become dull and no one dared to take them as they were private objects.
"Aunt, did you see anything?"
"I saw it. My sister was hanged."
"How is that possible? Aren't they said that people who are hanged have long tongues?"
Zhang Hu was braver and didn't think it was that scary since he was used to it. He just stared at the female corpse's face.
Suddenly, the female corpse opened her mouth, and her tongue fell out with a click. He jumped back in shock: "Fuck, it's so long!"
What Zhao Letong was looking at was not the corpse, but the ghost on it, with a blood-red tongue, a pale face, and black eyes without whites, staring straight at her.
"Sister, where are you from? What's your name? If you have any grievances, tell me and I will help you."
"you……?"
"Well, there are also my two nephews, the three officials, and the officials from the Dali Temple. Since we have met, it is fate. It is destined."
Zhao Youxi hugged her tightly and asked, "Auntie, who are you talking to?"
"This sister in red died unjustly. If we help her clear her name and eliminate her resentment, it will also be a merit. The power of merit will also benefit me."
"Can you talk to her?"
Zhao Youxi's teeth were trembling and his upper and lower teeth were chattering.
[It's not a corpse, it's a soul. Everyone has a soul after death. If they don't go to the underworld to be reborn, they will become lonely ghosts, which is even worse than being a beggar.]
"Tell the gatekeeper to bring some incense, candles, and paper money. Burn some paper for my sister. She'll be worshipped and absorb the incense, so she won't harm you."
"Oh, so, let's burn some, and give more to her. Don't come looking for us, girl. We are here to help you seek justice. We are good people."
Zhang Hu and others hurriedly burned paper and lit incense and candles. The fragrance of the incense and candles made them feel safe and inexplicably at peace.
"My name is Fang Jingru. My father runs a silk business and has a rich family fortune. However, merchants are looked down upon, so he wants me to marry a scholar so that he can have someone close to him in the government.
Originally, I wanted to find a son-in-law from someone who passed the imperial examination. With our family's money, we could support him, which would benefit both families.
It was just that the matchmaker came and suggested a better marriage. The wife of the Earl of Changping had been gone for three years, and he wanted to remarry. He wanted to find someone who was young, beautiful, well-educated and well-mannered. Family background didn't matter, after all, it was a remarriage.
If she marries him, she will be the mistress of the house. Although my uncle is a little older, he is only in his early thirties, not an old man in his forties or fifties. He can also give birth to a legitimate son in the future. It is a good marriage that you can't find even with a lantern.
My father was overjoyed and asked someone to inquire. He found out that the ancestors of the Changping Earl's family were from a duke family. The title was reduced after three generations. By this generation, they were already earls, and the next generation would be viscounts. In the end, they would only become commoners and no longer be a noble family.
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