Logically speaking, the cat should have landed silently, but the black cat that walked out of the black box was round and fat, and its soft flippers made a popping sound when it landed.
Mr. Shi's body was lying in a coffin not far away. Feng Bei's hand with black silk gloves was about to push the coffin lid, but was immediately stopped by Yue Yan.
"Wait a minute! I've read Zuo Zuo's autopsy report. This corpse... Yue Yan thinks it's probably better for Mr. Shang Xian San not to see it."
Yueyan pursed her lips, her beautiful face tightened, but the slightly twitching corners of her mouth betrayed her - it was very uncomfortable to hold back her smile.
Feng Bei frowned slightly and returned a questioning look.
Yue Yan tilted her head: "Hui Yan'er."
Feng Bei seemed to understand, but she still took a step back.
Listen to advice and be polite, Fengbei has always behaved this way.
Yueyan pushed Dou Xie forward: "Brother Crab, here you go."
Dou Xie was stunned and stared: "Aha? Why me?"
"You are younger in generation, height, age, and everything." Yueyan squinted her eyes, moistened her lips and slightly curled her lips, pinched them with two long and narrow fingers, and left an inch. After indicating what "small" meant, she said with a smile: "It's not you.
, who else could it be?”
Dou Xie was speechless and obediently stepped forward to open the coffin.
The moment he opened the coffin, Dou Xie looked at the shriveled old corpse with a black and purple stick stuck between its legs. It was as if he had been poisoned. He immediately took a breath of corpse air and stepped back a few steps.
"Poisoned to death?"
It is clear at a glance that Dou Xie loses his voice.
Shi Wentong's body had been left there for many days. Although it had been embalmed, it was much shriveled up. Only that area, where someone had taken some medicine, was particularly irritating.
Dou Xie stood aside and rubbed his eyes, it was so spicy. Oooh, the injured are always the new ones.
The black cat walked to the coffin, squatted on the ground and scratched its ears with its paws, refusing to come forward.
When Yueyan saw it, she was angry and laughed at the same time: "Are you asking me to raise the price again?"
The black cat's green eyes looked calmly at Yue Yan, stretching out its chubby cat paws, the tip of its nose, and its fleshy balls pointing upward at the same time.
"Look at how fat you are!" Yue Yan had no choice but to take out a small bottle from her pocket and poured out a dark red pill.
Dou Xie was studying next to him, and he covered his arms. This cat food called "Lamp Wick" was given to him when he first arrived. It is the unique food of "Soul Chasing Lamp".
After swallowing the wick in one gulp, the cat jumped up, went about its business quickly, climbed to the side of the coffin, and lowered its head to sniff.
After a while, the black cat scratched its ears, yawned lazily, and ran back into the box.
"Meow meow~"
Inside the box, the black cat called twice.
"Okay! Let's go. Brother Crab, go and close the lid of Mr. Shi's coffin. Don't disturb him."
Yueyan clasped her hands together, bowed in the air, and expressed a moment of silence with the expression "The dead are the most important." Then she smiled slightly and picked up the box again.
"Is this the end?"
Dou Xie obediently closed the coffin lid again and asked blankly.
"That's it. You'll understand soon."
The three of them left the six doors.
Guo Zifei watched the three people leave. The magnificence and demeanor made him envious. He secretly vowed in his heart that he would make the profession of God Catcher bigger and stronger, and further deepen his knowledge. After being rated as a third-grade thaumaturgy master, he would apply again.
Tune into Ye Weiyang.
After a while, Guo Zifei sorted out the files again. When he saw the "Case of Zheng's Beater of Husband" piled on the file, he slapped his thigh suddenly.
No wonder he looked so familiar to Ye Weiyang's Yue Yan. When he was promoted to the Imperial City's First Divine Catcher a few years ago, he went to Zheng's Cloth Shop to customize new clothes. At that time, Yue Yan was still working as a tailor at Zheng's Cloth Shop.
And he is the best tailor in the imperial city, named Xi'er.
At that time, Guo Zifei took a few more glances at Miss Xi'er because of her dewy appearance and gentle smile. He never imagined that a few years later, the number one tailor in the imperial city would become the "Yueyan" in Ye Weiyang's twenty-eight constellations.
Sure enough, it was three years east of Hedong and three years west of Hexi. Things have changed and people have changed.
Hua Hua... Hua Hua... Hua Hua...
After leaving the Yamen, there were several percent more pedestrians on the street.
Dou Xie was hungry, so he bought some steamed buns and ate them while returning to the team.
He heard the sound of cat claws scratching in the box behind Yueyan.
Sometimes I scratch this side, sometimes I scratch that side.
After a while, Dou Xie suddenly understood that this was how the soul-chasing lamp was used.
The cat is in the box, scratching its paws to guide the way.
The three of them walked along three streets and four alleys under the strange eyes of the people.
Dou Xie noticed something strange, but Feng Bei didn't dare to approach him. He could only sneak up to Yue Yan and ask, "Sister Yue Yan, why doesn't Mr. Shang Xian San wear a soul-chasing lantern when he goes to work?"
Yue Yan rolled her eyes: "Brother Crab, you have already asked."
Dou Xie refused to give up and pointed to the sky again: "Then, then, why do ravens avoid wherever we pass? Didn't I say that the eyes of ravens can distinguish thaumaturgers? I just said that before
When I got a glimpse of the door, the ravens circled around me for a long time, circling around day by day. Later, I became familiar with them, and finally stopped circling around, and they would not hide away like the god of plague.
It’s so evil.”
Feng Bei followed Yue Yan and Dou Xie, following the guidance of the soul-chasing lantern. At this time, she paused, but after a moment, she continued to move forward without changing her expression.
On the contrary, Yueyan's complexion changed, and she stretched out her five fingers, with her middle finger bent toward her palm, as if holding an invisible thread. Suddenly, there was a thin line mark on Douxie's neck.
"Shh! Are you seeking death?"
Dou Xie dare not move.
Yueyan loosened her five fingers, and the traces of silk threads on Douxie's neck disappeared without a trace.
"You must not mention those two words randomly."
"Which two words?" The young boy looked confused and still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter.
"Plague or something." Yue Yan whispered.
"Hiss..." Douxie's back felt cold and he broke into a cold sweat. He was vaguely aware that he had violated a taboo.
The two of them walked a few steps faster.
Yue Yan lowered her voice and said: "Why do you have so many people? Anyway, after staying in Ye Weiyang for a long time, you should know sooner or later, and telling you is not a violation. Shang Xian San, Master Feng Bei, is very different from me and you.
"
Dou Xie wondered: "What's the difference?"
"I, you, or ninety-nine percent of thaumaturgy masters, all by chance, accidentally glimpsed the mystery, stepped into the door, and practiced thaumaturgy." Yue Yan lowered her voice to the lowest level and said without moving her lips: "
There are only some people, not one among hundreds of thousands, no, millions. They may be blessed by nature, or they may be born with ominous nature. In short, some people have not been able to peek through the door throughout their lives, but they have stood there early.
They are in the doorway! We call 'them' 'foreign people'! 'Weird people' who are different from ordinary people and are blessed by nature!"
Stranger!
Yueyan raised her head and lowered her voice: "Whether it is a raven or a soul-chasing lantern, they all hate 'foreigners', so Lord Shangxian San never takes them with him."
Hearing this, Dou Xie was already stunned and stunned.
He knows how difficult it is for ordinary people to get a glimpse of the secrets of the door.
Take the job of "walker" among the "Middle Nine-Level" in the city, for example. There are hundreds of walkers in the city. When spring goes to winter, new people and old people alternate. But in the more than ten years since Ye Weiyang was established, can we really step into the "walker" position?
It can be said that there is no one in a thousand who is a thaumaturgist who "walks in the same way".
But some people are actually in a position that others have not been able to reach in their lifetimes as soon as they are born?
Seeing the envious look on Dou Xie's face, Yue Yan was about to reprimand and say that the "foreigner" was not as lucky as you thought.
Feng Bei walked a few steps, his eyes calm, and asked: "What are you talking about?"
Yue Yan tucked a strand of hanging hair behind her ears and said calmly: "Dou Xie and I are just curious as to why the aloof Lord Shang Xian San would take the initiative to ask the 'Night Lord' for instructions to intervene in these small cases."
Feng Bei was suddenly enlightened and answered in two words: "Curious."
"Curious?" Yue Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't think so."
Fengbei didn't answer.
Yue Yan continued: "Since Princess Yurun died in the palace and left blood on the wall, Lord Shangxian just applied to participate in the investigation. Yue Yan wondered whether Lord Fengbei's move was related to the wealthy businessman of the imperial city, Mr. Zheng.
.”
Feng Bei raised his eyes, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and asked Yue Yan: "I heard that before you joined Ye Weiyang, you were a seamstress at Zheng's cloth shop."
Yueyan's smile did not diminish: "Master Shangxian San, there are iron rules in Ye Weiyang. Once you enter Ye Weiyang, you will not ask about your origin, your past, and your surname, only your code name. Even if you have deep hatred and blood hatred, you will enter Ye Weiyang."
Even though Ye Weiyang has died, it needs to be written off and not mentioned again."
"Then answer me using your identity as 'Yueyan'. What do you think of Zheng Xiu?"
"Back to Mr. Shang Xian San," Yue Yan cupped her hands: "Not good, not bad, and lovable."
Feng Bei nodded, followed the sound of the cat scratching its claws, and walked forward.
A cold voice came back.
Although the voice seemed indifferent, it contained an unquestionable firmness.
"Feng Bei believes that the Zheng family is definitely not evil."
Feng Bei jumped forward quickly, lowered her head and sighed softly. Her hair floated up, like a gun pulled straight behind her.