Chapter 51 My father Zheng Shan!

New ghost!

Xiangu Temple!

Zheng Xiu's face darkened.

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?"
To be continued...