Hearing this, Xiao Baizhu stepped forward and knocked on the bed.
Then he lifted up the blanket hanging to the floor, and there was a drawer under the blanket.
After opening the drawer, there was only a jewelry box inside.
Yan Yan quickly took out the jewelry box and opened it.
Shen Beizhu and Qing Yu stood beside Yan Yan, looking at what was inside.
"Twig?"
What was in the jewelry box was a tree branch as long as an arm. The branch was thick black in color and it was unknown what kind of tree it was.
Shen Beizhu poked a hole in a tree branch and asked, "How did you know from this ordinary tree branch that it was something from your hometown?"
"What a heavy yin energy." Qingyu frowned and looked at the tree branch.
Yan Yan looked at Qingyu on the left, Shen Beizhu on the right, and picked up the branch in the box.
"It's because of the strong yin energy that I can tell that this tree branch is used to attract ghosts." One sentence explained what they both wanted to ask.
The branches are from the giant tree in the backyard of Wutou Temple. Some people have broken off some branches, but they really can't tell.
Shen Beizhu heard what Yan Yu said about Master Jingzhu and Yao Niang, and asked after hearing the words.
"The tree branch has been placed under this bed for so long, but I have never heard of the ghost in Nishikori Factory?"
Yan Yan nodded, "I'm also curious. The yin energy is so strong that it didn't attract ghosts."
Is it true that there is an emperor in the imperial city, so the ghosts are really afraid and dare not come?
Compared with the weak real dragon energy in the palace, her dead tree branches are more powerful, right?
"So, Mrs. Jingmei didn't collide with the evil spirits. There are no evil spirits here at all."
The living soul is gone, and the soul is summoned.
Qingyu placed the things in front of Mrs. Jingmei and was about to light the talisman when she was stopped by Yan Yan.
She said, "Calling souls here may not necessarily bring back the living souls."
Xiao Baizhu came in from outside the wing and echoed Yan Yan's statement, "Peach trees can drive away evil spirits. Maybe the peach blossom tree is blocking the souls here."
Qingyu nodded and put away the placed things, "I also know that there are many risks in summoning spirits without checking clearly, but this lady only has four days left."
"It's quite a lot." Yan Yan curled his lips.
Four days on earth is enough for her to capture hundreds of souls.
In the reception hall of Jinzhifang.
With Shen Shizi sitting in charge, Xiu Niang answered honestly when Yan Jie asked anything.
"What do you mean when you see an embroiderer you've never seen before in the workshop?"
Yan Yu summoned all the embroiderers in Jin Zhifang and took a look around them.
No difference was found.
In just two days, only four embroiderers were seen.
Two of them were seen together at night.
The two embroiderers were summoned by Yan Yan and the matter was told from beginning to end in front of them.
After Mrs. Jingmei fell into a coma, there was no backbone in the brocade weaving workshop. Although the various embroiderers were doing their jobs, they were still thinking of Mrs. Jingmei.
On the first night after Mrs. Jingmei fell into coma, the two of them were supposed to go to Mrs. Jingmei's wing to wait on her.
After Mrs. Jingmei fell into coma, the embroiderer was waiting in the wing day and night.
But the embroiderers all have other things to do, so the embroiderers are replaced every two hours.
The two of them went to Mrs. Jingmei's wing at night.
Because I felt depressed, I left a little early.
I happened to meet the two embroiderers who had been waiting outside the door of the wing.
There was no movement in the wing room, and the four embroiderers said a few words at the door of the room.
As they were talking, one of them heard a noise coming from the side room.
Thinking that Mrs. Jingmei had woken up, the two of them quickly went into the house to take a look.
After taking a look, I found two embroiderers sleeping in the room, snoring.
The sleeping Xiu Niang got up when she heard the sound of someone entering the room. When they saw someone coming, they wanted to go back to the room.
The two embroiderers who entered the house greeted them, and they wanted to tell the two embroiderers who were guarding outside the house to go and rest early.
Then I thought, how come there were only four people keeping vigil?
The sleeping embroiderer said that when they came, there were only two people guarding here, and now there are still two people. I wonder who the other two people they mentioned were.
When they went to identify the person outside the house, there was no one outside.
The two embroiderers who had just woken up laughed at them and said that they were too tired to see anything.
It would be great if they were really dazzled, but they still talked to the two people for a long time.
Those conversations took place in no more than a cup of tea, and they didn't look fake in any way.
Only Mrs. Jingmei and the two embroiderers were left in the waiting room, lying on the bed.
They were still thinking about the two embroiderers who were talking outside the door just now.
But suddenly they found that no matter how much they thought about it, they could not recall the appearance of the two embroiderers.
The clothes on his body were those owned by everyone in Jinzhifang, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
No matter how I think about it, the two embroiderers look like faceless people.
Involuntarily, a cold feeling ran up their backs.
After the next embroiderer came to the wing, they walked on the verandah and still didn't find the extra embroiderer.
The two of them had no sleep all night. Finally, after everyone got up early, they went to find the embroiderer who had talked to them when Chou was among the embroiderers.
But I recognized all the embroiderers in the brocade weaving workshop, and they were not the same two when I was ugly.
"I thought I could remember people when I saw them, but they are not the embroiderers we saw when we were ugly."
Yan Yan asked, "Just outside the door of the owner's wing?"
The two embroiderers nodded, "I have asked other people, but we are the only ones who have met outside the door."
The other two embroiderers, one is an old embroiderer in the brocade weaving workshop, and the other is a new little embroiderer.
The old embroiderer has been working in the brocade weaving workshop for decades, and she gets up every night to check the embroidered cloth.
Check whether there are any mistakes in the embroidery, whether the fabric is dyed unevenly, or whether there is water leakage.
When she checked in the workshop, all the embroiderers in the workshop had already fallen asleep.
Embroiderers have a lot to do during the day, especially during the recent Peach Blossom Festival, so busy that embroiderers fall asleep at night.
The only people who can be seen at night are the few people who have been keeping vigil in Mrs. Jingmei's room for the past two days.
But the place where the old embroiderer met people was in the shop in the front yard.
There is a shop in the front yard of Nishikoribo, and you can enter the front yard from the back door of the shop.
In the shop, there are ready-made clothes hanging, cloths, embroidery patterns, embroidery needles and other small items.
The old embroiderer looked around in the shop, and as soon as she turned around, she found a garment hanging low behind her.
I saw the hem of my clothes hanging to the ground, like a headless man standing.
The old embroiderer lady was well-informed, but she thought the dress was hung low and stained with dust.
He was holding a clothes stick and was about to hang it up on the clothes, when suddenly a head appeared on the clothes in front of him.
The dark back of her head made the old embroiderer tremble in fright.
Seeing an embroiderer turning around, the old embroiderer couldn't help but spit.
She cursed and told the embroiderer to go back to bed quickly. If she dozed off during the day, she would punish her.
The embroiderer smiled apologetically, said a few words and then went to the back door.
The old embroiderer was so frightened that her chest hurt. She stopped looking at the shop and followed the embroiderer into the back door.
After walking through the front yard, the old embroiderer noticed something was wrong.
When she entered the back door of the shop, she followed the embroiderer, one foot in front of the other.
But when we came to the front yard, there was no one there.