Gu Mingzhu was shocked when she heard what Mo Zhenren said to herself. She saw that Mo Zhenren's face, which was usually calm, was full of surprise and disbelief. It took a long time to come back to her senses.

"Achan...Senior Sister?"

Mo Yangming's eyes were still staring at Zhen Gu's face, until the girl's voice sounded in her ears. She suddenly came to her senses and shook her head subconsciously: "No, it's not A Chan, she is not A Chan, but she and A Chan... are really similar."

When Mo Zhenren called out Achan, Gu Mingzhu guessed the result. This Zhengu could not be Achan. Although Zhengu was about the same age as Achan, Achan’s legs were fast and Zhengu was missing an arm. So when Mo Zhenren saw Zhengu’s appearance, there was only one possibility, that is, the two people looked similar.

A person with a similar appearance to A Chan appeared in Anjiyuan, and was threatened by Tan Zigeng before her death. She had previously suspected that the Secretary of Tan might know A Chan, and now it seems that this possibility is very high.

So that night, Tan Zigeng was hesitant and unwilling to tell the whole truth. Tan Zigeng was afraid that after telling it all, people would find out the truth of that year?

Mo Yangming suddenly said, "How did she die?"

Gu Mingzhu told Master Mo about the cause of Zhengu's death. Now Master Mo asked again that he had doubts about Zhengu's death.

Gu Mingzhu didn't say anything. Master Mo had already lifted the sackcloth and saw the wound on Zhengu's wrist. Then Master Mo's brows frowned deeply, and a puzzled expression flashed in his eyes again. It was obvious that the deaths of Zhengu and Achan were so similar.

They all cut off themselves, and they all used such a fierce way.

There may be a relationship between them.

Mo Yangming put down the linen cloth on Zhengu's body and looked at Gu Mingzhu: "Zhuzhu, I can't do rituals for Zhengu today. I want to go to Anjiyuan."

"I'm with my master." Gu Mingzhu walked to Mo Yangming. Master Mo was asking the news about Zhen Gu, the manager of Anjiyuan.

Sitting in the carriage, Mo Yangming pinched the whisk and recited the Tao in his heart, but still couldn't calm his emotions. Achan's appearance when he died clearly appeared in her mind. After many years, someone very similar to Achan appeared in front of her? Although she didn't know that Zhen Gu? Ke Xin was like a needle pricked, as if Achan had died again.

They are all life? They are all living people? There is no distinction between high and low life. No matter who dies, it is the same? Maybe Zhengu's death is the same as Achan's death. She has not found out about Achan before? Allow the murderer to continue to do evil? Now he has killed another person.

Mo Yangming tightened his fingers and his mind was uncontrollably squeezing towards the dark place. The more he thought about it, the more extreme and narrow he became. He was in chaos? Suddenly his hand was held.

"Master? Don't be anxious."

Mo Yangming turned his head and saw the girl looking at her with a worried look on her face.

Yes, she can't be anxious. Mo Yangming breathed out a long breath. After practicing for many years, he was still so easy to be disturbed by his mind.                                            

"Good boy?" Mo Yangming patted Zhuzhu with his other hand, "What do you think? Master knows."

The carriage stopped, and Mo Yangming and Gu Mingzhu walked towards Anjiyuan.

Yu Zhenhai, the chief manager of Anjiyuan, was taking someone to continue repairing the roof? After a while, he saw Mo Yangming? He immediately bowed and bowed: "Real person? When did you come."

Mo Yangming performed a Taoist ritual and said, "I have something to ask Yu Shanren."

Yu Zhenhai agreed with a smile: "Please go to the house with me."

Yu Zhenhai invited Mo Yangming and Gu Mingzhu into the house and sat down, and then brought hot tea to him. Then he raised his eyes and said, "What's the real person going to ask?"

Yu Zhenhai is over forty years old and is wearing a half-new robe. He looks neat and neat. As early as the night of rain, Gu Mingzhu saw Manager Yu's greatness. After finding that Zhen Gu was dead, Manager Yu immediately ordered someone to invite people from Shuntian Prefecture and then dismissed the people who watched the fun. That night, he had to repair the roof and deal with the affairs of Zhen Gu and Tan Zigeng. Manager Yu was not at all panic.

Mo Yangming said: "Yu Shanren has been in Anjiyuan for 17 or 18 years, right?"

Yu Zhenhai thought for a moment, then nodded: "It's almost nineteen years. I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and Anjiyuan has also undergone such great changes. From the beginning, a small courtyard has been repaired to now. When there are wars and famines, the courtyard can accommodate hundreds of people."

Mo Yangming said: "Time flies quickly. Do you still remember my disciple Achan?"

Yu Zhenhai's hand that was about to serve tea suddenly retracted, then raised his head and said, "Of course I remember that when Mo Zhenren often brought Miss Bai here, he helped to divide the medicinal materials in the backyard."

Mo Yangming stared at Yu Zhenhai: "That kind man has seen the Lord Zhen, have you?"

Yu Zhenhai's expression changed slightly, but soon he continued: "Zhengu is a little weird. Although she lives here, she doesn't show up often. Most of the people here have never seen her, let alone talk to her."

Mo Yangming said: "The person living in Anjiyuan is here. As the manager of Anjiyuan, Yu Shanren always has to meet him. Can the good man find out what strange things are there in Zhengu?"

Yu Zhenhai's expression was slightly stiff: "The real person wants to say that Zhen Gu looks a bit like Miss Bai. I was shocked when I first met Zhen Gu. Although it was a coincidence, if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising that there are so many people in this world, and it is not surprising that the two people are similar. When the real person came to Anjiyuan, I was afraid that Zhen Gu would arouse the sad things of the real person, so I didn't mention them to the real person."

Mo Yangming's expression remained unchanged: "How many people in Anjiyuan have seen Achan?"

Yu Zhenhai didn't know the intention of Mo Zhenren's questioning: "Why did Zhenren ask about this? I... think about it carefully. Miss Bai has been there for many years, and people who came to Anjiyuan also came in and out, but I'm afraid there is no one except me..."

Yu Zhenhai's voice behind him was obviously slightly low, as if he could not convince himself.

How could Mo Yangming not see something strange: "There is really no one else?"

Yu Zhenhai simply stopped looking at Mo Yangming's eyes: "No...no one."

The thoughts in Mo Yangming's mind became clearer and clearer: "Did Yu Shanren forget someone? I remember when Achan was alive, there was another person who often came to Anjiyuan."

Yu Zhenhai touched the tea bowl on the table again.

"What the Taoist is talking about is Tan Shanren."

Yu Zhenhai's hand shook slightly and hit the lid of the tea bowl.

With a "bang", the crisp sound of porcelain hitting sounded so loud that it seemed like a buzzing sound in my ears.

"Tan Shanren often goes to Anjiyuan. Manager Yu shouldn't forget it, right?" Mo Zhenren said, "I heard that when Zhengu died, the two good people from the Tan family were in Anjiyuan. Someone heard the Tan family threatening Zhengu."

Yu Zhenhai's face looked even more ugly. He tried his best to cover it up: "I can't remember it for a moment. It's true that the real person said this, but I really don't know about Shangshu Tan and Miss Bai, so... I don't know even more about Zhengu."

Mo Yangming frowned: "What's wrong with Achan and Tan Shanren?"

"It's okay," Yu Zhenhai looked anxious, "It's really okay, don't think too much if you really want to do it."

Mo Zhenren suddenly stood up from the chair, with a solemn expression in his eyebrows: "When Achan died, I came to Anjiyuan to inquire. At that time, you said, when I was not here, Achan came to Anjiyuan and helped prepare medicinal materials as usual. I believed you at that time. Now it seems that you have concealed the truth, and now you still want to make excuses."

Yu Zhenhai's eyes flashed with guilt, but he still lowered his head and refused to speak again.

Mo Yangming raised his foot and took a step towards Yu Zhenhai: "I'll ask the good man again, what's wrong with Achan and Tan Shanren?"

Yu Zhenhai pursed his lips tightly.

At this time, someone pushed open Yu Zhenhai's door and then walked in. He was tall and straight, his dark robe was curled up in the wind, and his hem was swaying slightly. The long sword on his waist was not sheathed, but it was sharp. He had a powerful force that made people bow his waist.
Chapter completed!