sinovels Chapter 114
Chapter 114
Song Xianzhi had no choice but to put on a veil.
The young master is lightly clothed and has a slender figure. Even after wearing a veil, he doesn't have the aura that can't hide his eyes.
Shen Duo was held by hand, seeing all the pedestrians on the street staring at their senior brother, his teeth itched in anger, and he would stare at everyone who cast their gaze over.However, because of his short stature, few people can see him.
The missions accepted by the Qinghe Sect are generally encrypted when they arrive at the mission department. The disciples of the mission department distinguish the difficulty and classify them, and then publish a small amount of information on the token.
Therefore, Song Xianzhi only knew that this mission was in Yunguo Dingxin City, but did not know the exact time and location.
The two walked around the street for a while and ate something.
He found another inn, stuffed Shen Duo in, and after telling him not to run around, Song Xianzhi injected spiritual energy into the token.
The wooden sign was slightly hot, and the white mist evaporated, twisted into thin smoke lines, extending along the streets where people come and go.
It is the guiding function of this token.
Song Xianzhi glanced at it, then walked along the line, about half an hour later, a secluded mansion appeared in front of him.
There were two armored guards standing in front of the mansion, and above the vermilion gate, hung a plaque with two cursive characters written on it: Xin Mansion;
In addition, there are bright white silk hanging everywhere in front of the door.
It should be that there is a new funeral in this mansion.
Song Xianshang stepped forward, and before he could speak, the door opened in front of him, and a man in his forties, dressed in white linen, hurriedly walked out from the door, from the looks of it, he should be the housekeeper of Xin Mansion.
"Taoist, but the Taoist of the Qinghe Sect!?" The man saw him, and immediately greeted him with a happy face, bowed and said: "My surname is Li, and I am the steward of this Xin residence."
Song Xiezhi glanced at the token in his hand, it was indeed Qinghezong's, so he said: "Uncle Li, Song Xiezhi is under Qinghezong."
The two then entered the mansion.
Uncle Li looked terrified, and lowered his voice: "The Taoist priest is a fairy, so he is called Zhesha old slave..."
"No problem. Just tell me what happened."
"It's because strange things have happened in the city these days, even with the Xin Mansion..."
After chatting for nearly a stick of incense, Song Xianzhi finally learned that since two months ago, people in this Dingxin City have died at home one after another, and their internal organs have been dug out.
Not only that, before these people died, there was no trace of struggle, and the death was very sudden. Often, they were fine in one moment, and then they disappeared in the next moment.
Many people also said that they heard strange calls in the middle of the night, which were eerie.
Something strange happened, not like ordinary people's methods, so some people speculated that it was a ghost, so now everyone in the city is in panic and everyone is in danger.
Because of their power, the Xin family was able to invite Qinghezong to help.
After Uncle Li finished speaking, he wiped away his tears: "A few days ago, the head of the family also died."
Song Xianzhi thought about it, but just listening to the description, it seemed that it was really not something ordinary people could do.
Patriarch Xin had only been dead for five or six days, seven days had passed, so the body was still parked in the mourning hall, and Song Xianzhi planned to go for a little inspection.
Under normal circumstances, if evil spirits are at work, there will definitely be evil spirits left on the corpse, right? You can tell at a glance.
Inside the mourning hall, white curtains hung horizontally, concealing everything. From the outside, one could only catch a glimpse of it when the wind was blowing.
A large ebony coffin was placed in the middle, and at the end of the coffin were a man and a woman, and two paper-wrapped men holding hands and laughing quietly guarded it. A carved and gilded white candle with the thickness of a wrist was placed on each side of the front. cry.
When Song Xianzhi walked in, he first smelled Chen Zhong's incense, and then he smelled something wrong.
The black air lingering on the coffin, and the faint smell of fish in the air have already proved that there are indeed demons making trouble here, at least in this Xin Mansion.
In the mourning hall, besides these, there was a boy kneeling on the futon in front of the coffin.
Judging from his figure, the young man should be about eighteen or nineteen years old, his back was facing the two who had just entered the door, his shoulders shrugged, and he didn't know what he was doing.
"Master?"
Seeing the boy, Uncle Li hurried forward a few steps, sighed and said in panic, "Master! It's so cold, why did you run out again?"
The young man was wearing thin summer clothes, no shoes on his feet, his joints were red and swollen with cold, he raised his head when he heard the voice, and stammered: "Housekeeper Li Li, hungry..."
The butler hurriedly waved to the servants who were following up, and some of them retreated to get clothes and food.
Song Xianzhi also took a few steps forward, only then did he see clearly that the young man was holding a piece of pale meat in his hand, and his actions just now turned out to be eating the pork offered in front of the coffin.
The pork is boiled in clear water, with a layer of salt on it, and after sitting for a while, it looks sticky and greasy.
Butler Li brought the meat over, and explained to Song Xianzhi at a loss: "This is the young master of the mansion, named Huo Shang, and some accidents happened a few years ago, so..."
Song Xianzhi nodded, signaling him to open the coffin for inspection first.
The two powerful servants quickly opened the lid of the coffin, and an unspeakable stench came to the nostrils, almost just two breaths, the whole mourning hall was already infected with this smell.
Song Xianzhi coughed twice unbearably.
It was a cold smell, mixed with the slight rancid smell that a corpse should have, like the smell of a corpse buried in the mud of a pond for many years being dug out.
Fortunately, he had seen more disgusting ones at the Jing family before, and Song Xianzhi quickly got used to it.
In the coffin, the dead Master Xin was lying quietly in a dark yellow shroud, with a pale, sunken face.
Song Xianzhi picked up the clothes with a dagger, and saw several fist-sized wounds, all of which were in the vital parts of the person. The inside was empty, and several vital organs had been removed.
Judging from the looseness of the skin, the head of the family should have been a plump person, but part of his energy was taken away when he died.
After a quick check, Song Xianzhi waved his hand and asked someone to put the coffin back on.
"How is it, Daoist?" Steward Li asked worriedly. Behind him, the young man poked his head out timidly, looking at Song Xianzhi thinking he was sneaking.
"Now it seems that there is indeed an aura left by a monster." Song Xianzhi said truthfully.
The surrounding servants all let out small exclamations when they heard the words.
Steward Li also panicked, and then pulled out the stupid young man behind him, leading him to kneel down for Song Lianzhi.
"The Xin family has fallen, and the young master is the only descendant of the Xin family. I hope the priest can keep the young master safe! For this reason, the Xin family is willing to spend all their wealth!"
Song Xianzhi hurriedly cast a spell to support the two, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I will do my best."
Afterwards, he left a charm and a jade card to notify him, and planned to leave.
Unexpectedly, before he took two steps, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Song Xianzhi turned his head, a little astonished.
The person who held him back was actually Xin Jushang who was terrified of him just now.