I remember that Zheng Erniang had said before that she would go to the Xiangu Temple on the outskirts of the city to ask for a peace amulet for him to protect him.
Before Zheng Xiu passed through the ghostly Baili Village, the amulet had already been handed into his hands.
But after the butterfly effect occurred, he became the "suspected murderer of Princess Yurun" and changed cells. In addition, murders occurred frequently in the city. Zheng's industry was affected by simultaneous investigations by the Ministry of Punishment and the Ministry of Household Affairs. Zheng Erniang was tired of coping.
He didn't have time to put the evil bag into his own hands.
In other words, Zheng Erniang was struck by evil spirits and fell under the spell of thaumaturgy. Ultimately, it was because he changed history!
In front of the hospital bed.
In the corner of the boudoir, the rising plume of sandalwood smoke twisted and trembled.
After a short confrontation, Zheng Erniang's hair-covered eyes gradually closed.
The long hair that danced strangely like tentacles actually retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other and not daring to move rashly.
After a while, Zheng Erniang's face softened again and she lay back on the bed.
Zheng Xiu's face darkened and he was about to step forward to investigate.
Behind him, Zhizhi grabbed hold of the young master's clothes: "Young master, the road ahead is dangerous, let Zhizhi go."
Zhi Zhi stepped forward with a blushing face, put his fingers together and rubbed them several times, and his palms glowed with white light.
Zheng Xiu noticed Zhizhi's strange behavior before "performing the technique" and kept a close eye on it. He was concerned about the safety of his two mothers and had no time to ask any more questions.
Erniang calmed down, as if the vision just now had never happened.
Zhizhi had already arrived at Erniang's bedside, with drops of cold sweat on his forehead.
Nothing happened.
Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to cover Zheng Erniang with the quilt again, but the quilt slipped away from her hands.
Too slippery.
"Let me do it."
Bobo stepped forward calmly, helped Er Niang tidy up her appearance, and covered her with a quilt.
"Boo-hoo-boo-boo-boo-boo-"
Alternate long and short whistles sounded outside the house.
The expressions of everyone in the room changed.
Zheng Xiu also understood the whistle code.
Qing Shisan puffed out the smoke and said in a deep voice: "It's Ye Weiyang!"
Ji Hongou's face was slightly cold: "The master has been wronged and is in jail waiting for his injustice to be washed away. Could it be that Ye Weiyang and his gang really think that everyone in our Zheng Brotherhood is a master?"
Pei Gaoya chuckled and scratched his bald head: "It's just the right time! I'm full of evil fire and have nowhere to vent it!"
"Bah!" Qing Shisan raised his cigarette pole and hit Pei Gaoya on the head: "You are so excited! Who told you to do it? If the master is not here, who has the final say?"
Pei Gaoya was about to say celebration.
Ji Hongou turned around and poked Qingpi, pointing at the calm young master with a strange expression.
"he."
…
The night sky is clear on winter nights.
No snow tonight.
The stars are twinkling and the moonlight is charming.
Crows flew away in fright and hovered over the imperial city.
Dark shadows, with ravens standing on their shoulders or carrying boxes on their backs, rushed from every corner of the imperial city towards Zheng's residence.
Not only the night guards on duty, but also the "constellations" who were sleeping soundly were awakened by the movement of the crows.
In a blink of an eye, the roof was full of figures, nodding, blinking, shaking their heads, gestures and other compound movements to indicate to each other, and quickly responding to each other with secret signals.
The expressions of the Night Guard and the Stars generally mean:
"Are you on duty?"
"No, I was woken up and working overtime."
"What a coincidence, I also work overtime."
"Then together?"
"Together."
Night guards and stars came one after another to the left, right, front, back, across the street, and the roof of the house next door to Zheng's house.
If anyone walks out of the yard at this moment and looks towards these rooftops, they will be surprised to find that the rooftops are full of people.
Similarly, there are many shadows standing vaguely on the roof of Zheng's house.
No one acted rashly.
When Yueyan arrived at the scene carrying a black box on her back, the surrounding rooftops could no longer accommodate her squeeze in.
"Oops."
Yueyan's heart skipped a beat and she secretly thought it was not good.
"Hush! Hush! Hush! Sister Yueyan!"
Not far away, the young boy with a bamboo hat spotted Yue Yan, called softly, and waved to Yue Yan excitedly.
Yue Yan ignored him, took out a thin silver embroidery needle from her arms, stretched out her red and delicate tongue, and pursed her lips to moisten the embroidery needle.
The next moment, Yue Yan put away the silver needle with her backhand, flicked her hands in her sleeves, and formed a net in the air with silk threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
In fact, Yueyan's behavior when licking the needle has attracted the attention of many colleagues, who also recognized the rumored "Twenty-Eight Constellations, Yueyan".
Yue Yan walked lightly, floating like a fairy, then sat on the invisible "net" and watched its changes.
The disturbed crows soon regained their composure.
Everyone looked to the sky, seemingly judging the severity of the situation based on the raven's reaction.
At this moment.
The end of a deserted street.
A lonely figure came from a distance.
Black clothes, moon pattern, hair tied, eyes covered, black silk gloves.
Feng Bei's eyes were cold. On the street, he looked up at his colleagues on the roof and made a quick gesture.
"It's Lord Shangxuan San!"
"She told all of us to hold our own."
"Hiss! That's the one, the upper string three!"
"It's a strange person, Shang Xian San, Feng Bei!"
Someone recognized Fengbei's identity through his clothing and moon pattern.
Suddenly, the night guards of Ye Weiyang who were about to move on the roof held their breath and did not dare to move rashly.
Feng Bei is a frightening figure who passed the test for the position of Heaven before he was twenty years old.
In Ye Weiyang, a test was set up to evaluate the level of thaumaturges.
Rookie thaumaturges who are just beginning to get a glimpse of the skills are divided into six levels, with the first level being the highest. But the level is generally assessed by the proficiency of thaumatology, and has no direct relationship with the number of doors opened.
Further subdivided, they are the small star position, the middle star position, the large star position, the small celestial position, the middle celestial position, and the large celestial position.
If you go higher up, you can be called "a great master".
A great master of a generation, it is said that he can conquer a country with one man's power and resist a hundred thousand elite soldiers.
Strange people, blessed by nature, have stood in the doorway since birth.
Now more than ten years have passed, and no one knows how far Feng Bei has penetrated the door and opened several doors.
"She took action. No matter what the outcome is, it's none of our business."
The few "Xingxiu" who were working overtime among the night guards had no intention of watching the excitement, yawned and left quietly.
Only Yue Yan, who was sitting on the "net" in mid-air, frowned and said secretly: "She is indeed here, but what does she want to do to the Zheng family?"
The street in front of Zheng's house was completely silent from the street entrance to the end of the street.
Only the sound of shallow breathing remained.
Under the eyes of everyone, Feng Bei looked calm and came to Zheng's door. He raised his head and glanced at the plaque, then slowly stretched out his right hand wearing a black silk glove.
It's the legendary hand.
Everyone gasped and held their breath.
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
Feng Bei actually reached out and knocked on the door to treat people with courtesy.
"Excuse me, Madam Zheng, is anyone at home?"
On the roof, several night guards with weak feet heard this and couldn't laugh or cry. They stumbled and almost fell off the roof.
A few broken pieces of tiles slid down.
There was silence behind the closed door of Zheng's house, as if no one was home.
Feng Bei knocked on the door politely again, with a gentle voice: "Ye Weiyang, December, March 3, Feng Bei, I am here late at night, just to investigate the case. Please forgive me if I cause any disturbance."
Feng Bei just finished speaking.
The breathing that had been suppressed inside suddenly became short.
Obviously, Feng Bei's name shocked everyone inside.
Behind the door, Qing Shisan clenched his cigarette stick tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He quickly made a few gestures to signal them to take the young master away quickly.
Unexpectedly, Zheng Erniang's aura when she changed suddenly disturbed the crowd of crows and actually attracted the evil star!
If other constellations come, Qing Shisan will have some confidence and can handle it.
After all, even if they had mastered thaumaturgy over the years, Ye Weiyang did not reveal it after learning about it.
Under the constraints of Master Zheng, they have always behaved themselves and never committed any crimes.
Qing Shisan felt that he and Zheng Xiu had a close connection.
The master had never asked them about their spiritual practice before, just like they had seen through the master's "path to rich businessmen" and pretended not to know.
Mr. Zheng is doing business honestly, while Ye Weiyang is diligently investigating the case.
The Zheng family, the Brotherhood, and Ye Weiyang have always stayed in harmony with each other.
Unexpectedly, Fengbei is here tonight!
That alien evil star, Feng Bei!
Several "brothers" fell from Zheng's roof.
They were all dressed in black uniforms with hoods, and their sleeves were bulging, hiding hidden swords.
Several brothers pulled the young master hard.
Unexpectedly, the combined efforts of several people could not move the young master even a little bit.
"Fengbei? Fengbei? Ye Weiyang, Fengbei?"
Strange things happened one after another tonight. Zheng Xiu was forced to accept new information all the way without even having time to ask questions.
Now when he heard someone from outside calling himself Fengbei, Zheng Xiu said he was not surprised but it was a lie.
What a coincidence.
For Feng Bei, the tragedy in Baili Village happened twenty years ago.
But for Zheng Xiu, the memory is still fresh, just yesterday.
"That Feng Bei, what's his background?"
Qing Shisan had a solemn look on his face: "It is said that Feng Bei was born with an unknown nature and was a natural stranger. However, no one knows which path he took. This is because all the people who have seen Feng Bei take action have not survived.
Keqing Thirteen heard that Feng Bei has always lived in seclusion and is a very mysterious figure even in Ye Weiyang. How could he visit the Zheng family tonight? It seems that this disaster cannot be easily avoided! Young Master, if you
It’s really the blood of the Zheng family, and quickly——”
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
Zheng Xiu opened the door.
[Intuition] told him that Feng Bei’s trip was not to cause trouble for the Zheng family.
The big deal is a showdown.
When "Zheng Xiu" opened the door and walked out of Zheng's house with a bright smile on his face.
When Feng Bei saw the child's face clearly.
The air suddenly became quiet.
After the silence, Feng Bei suddenly hid his hands behind his back, his expression remained calm as usual, but there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
"Who are you?"
Zheng Xiu puffed up his chest and said calmly: "If you don't change your name when you are walking, and if you don't change your surname when you sit down, Zheng is evil! Zheng Haoran's Zheng is an evil who hates evil as much as he hates it!"
Feng Bei's hands behind his back stiffened suddenly.
She seemed to have seen that powerful man introducing himself gently: Zheng Shan, Zheng Haoran's Zheng, the great good man's kindness.
Zheng Xiu put his hands behind his back, his smile was a little more childlike, and he threw Wang Zha: "Father, Zheng Shan!"
Everyone in the room opened their mouths when they heard the words, and the air seemed to freeze.
Qingpi's mouth was full of clouds and mist, he forgot to spit it out, and the cigarette stick clattered to the ground.
After the air stagnated for a breath.
Plop!
Ji Hongou fell from the roof to the ground.
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