"What do you have? Do you have food in your stomach?"
She knew this question was stupid, but she thought what Xu Ziwen said was even stupider.
Xu Ziwen looked at her as if she were a fool, "Of course she has a child."
Yan Yan: "...Your wife must have lied to you."
Xu Ziwen said angrily: "Impossible, you are the one, you are the best woman at lying."
The veins on Yan Yan's forehead twitched.
She really wanted to get to know the girl in the White House now, and really wanted to see how she suffered from Xu Ziwen.
Xu Ziwen was asked to stay in the villa, while Yan Yan and Qing Yu went to the place where the paper ashes were found.
Qingyu once again took out the Qinglong Sword to attract the wind, and the unusual aura hit his face. Yan Yan felt it more clearly than Qingyu.
"Awesome, I haven't seen you for a few years, your cultivation has improved a lot." Yan Yan looked at the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand curiously, "This sword is not bad either."
At least he can subdue a fierce ghost easily.
Qingyu scratched the back of her head shyly, "Not even half as good as Ajie."
Yan Yan nodded, "You can't even compare to me."
Qingyu: "..." What he said is true.
Around the paper ashes, Yan Yan used his ghost power to find some paper ashes scattered around, and found more unburned shreds of paper.
There are red, green, and some other colors.
Yan Yan put all the shredded paper in the palm of his hand and stared at it: "What on earth is this?"
"I know!" Qingyu suddenly realized, "This is made of paper and burned to the dead."
Yan Yan was confused: "Xu Ziwen burned it?"
Qingyu shook his head and frowned: "Maybe he is talking about the paper-tied Bai Mansion."
Yan Yan didn't understand and said, "Perhaps Ziwen said that his wife is happy, and someone can be happy even if he pricks her with paper?"
Qingyu shook her head thoughtfully: "No, even if Miss Baifu is a ghost, there will be no children between humans and ghosts, let alone paper dolls who don't know what they are."
After the two returned to the villa, Yan Yan asked Xu Ziwen again about Miss Bai's pregnancy. He said that Miss Bai told him.
This time it was not Yan Yan's turn to refute him, Qing Yu directly told him and Yan Yan's suspicions.
"As for why you couldn't find the Baifu when you returned to the mountain this time." Yan Yan put the shredded papers on the table, "They must have been burned."
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
Knowing that he wouldn't be able to bear it, Yan Yan covered his ears in time.
But Xu Ziwen's reaction was not as exciting as she thought. After only yelling a few words, he acted like nothing happened.
Yan Yan had a bad premonition.
Sure enough, Xu Ziwen's reaction in the next second was beyond their expectations.
"Are you liars?" Xu Ziwen looked at them suspiciously.
Yan Yan:……
Qingyu:……
Everyone:......
"I don't have any words for you, you have strange powers and chaos. Listen to what you are saying, paper man? My wife is a paper man? Can a paper man be happy?" Xu Ziwen looked at them as if he were looking at a scammer at the foot of the city gate.
God stick.
Yan Yan held his forehead and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Haha, I also think that, let's not talk about the incident when we saved you, now... get as far away from me as you can, get out of here, as far away as you can.
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"Yan Hexing, why don't you order your people to drive him out!" Yan Yan said angrily.
Qingyu and Lingyang quickly protected Xu Ziwen and comforted Yan Zi.
"Don't argue with him."
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
"Although he is not worthy of our help, he is still a living person. What if there is a conspiracy behind the paper?"
"Anyway, we have already helped, so let's help until the end."
Qingyu and Lingyang are both Taoist priests, so it is best to go out when there is trouble and meddle in other people's business.
Not solving these unusual things when they appear in front of them is like asking them not to practice Taoism.
Yan Yan glanced at Xu Ziwen and saw that he still looked stubborn, and his heart turned a few times.
"We all listened to what he said about the Baifu. What if he is the liar?" Yan Yan suddenly said.
Qingyu and Lingyang still wanted to persuade Yan Yu, but when they heard what she said, they suddenly felt that it made sense.
Now the person being questioned by Qingyu and Lingyang became Xu Ziwen.
Yan Yan smiled secretly.
Sure enough, changing the topic works well.
"Of course what I said is true. It's you who is talking nonsense." Xu Ziwen pointed at Yan Yan and said angrily.
"Then who do you think they will believe? You go find other Taoist priests, but here we have a Ling Yi Sect from Qingyun Mountain and a Xuanmen Yan Jia. Who do you think would dare to believe you if we say you lie?"
Who dares to believe him.
As soon as the word "dare" came out, Xu Ziwen finally became honest.
These people in front of him are the only ones who can help him, especially this charming girl.
Everyone listens to her orders.
What if... what if the girl in front of him is evil? Has he fallen into a haunted house?
They could tell what Xu Ziwen was thinking at a glance.
This person's brain is kicked by a donkey when he should be smart, and his brain becomes smart when he should be confused.
Usually when Yan Yan encounters something he doesn't understand, he goes to Bai Zhu, and Bai Zhu listens to what they said about Bai Mansion and Zhi Zha.
"Perhaps he has become human due to evil spirits. It's not surprising that he transformed into a living person and a mansion." Bai Zhu said lightly, "It's just that I'm afraid the fact that I'm pregnant is fake."
Things that look like people can easily be contaminated by evil spirits. Those ghosts and wild ghosts will think that they are the physical body, and they are easier to possess than the physical body.
Hearing that it was false that Dan Niang was pregnant, Xu Ziwen finally felt shaken.
"No, no, Dan Niang will not lie to me." Xu Ziwen murmured.
But at this time, he already believed that Dan Niang was lying to her.
Bai Zhu raised his eyes and looked at him: "As of now, just pretend that you haven't met Bai Fu, let alone the so-called Dan Niang. You are a living person, and she does not exist. Even if you find her
, you two can’t be together like before.”
Bai Zhu's eyes swept over Qing Yu coldly.
Qingyu was stunned for a moment.
He only focused on helping Xu Ziwen solve this matter, but forgot that Xu Ziwen should not be involved.
The more you let him know, the more painful it will be for him.
At this moment, Xu Ziwen should have become stupid, but instead he became smarter.
"I... no matter what, I should know who tied up the paper and burned it." Xu Ziwen said.
The only people here who are willing to reply to Xu Ziwen's words are Qingyu and Lingyang. Yan Yu hurriedly spoke before the two of them spoke.
"It's dinner time, isn't it time to eat?" As he said that, Yan Yan had already walked out, "I have been busy all morning and I haven't eaten anything yet."
After seeing that Xu Ziwen was gone, Yan Yu quietly asked Yan Hexing: "Did your Yan family tie up the paper and burn it?"
Yan Hexing said: "I think it is, this Luofeng Mountain is under the control of the Yan family. If evil spirits appear, our Yan family will definitely not tolerate it."
"Then what should I tell Xu Ziwen now?"
Yan Yan was not worried that Xu Ziwen would hate the Yan family. On the contrary, she was doing it for Xu Ziwen's good.
Even with Xu Ziwen's small body, if he dared to go to the Yan family, he would go upright and not be able to get out horizontally.
Don't even think about keeping either your soul or your body.
"Let him stay in the villa first. If we let him leave Luofeng Mountain now, he will definitely not leave." Yan Hexing said, "Actually, a servant in the villa just mentioned that there is a paper shop at the foot of the mountain.
, I suspect it has something to do with what Xu Ziwen said about the White House."
Under Luofeng Villa, there is a famous paper-making shop within ten miles.
The most outstanding thing in the shop is the extremely exquisite paper making, among which there is a treasure that makes the shop great.
It is a paper-made house with servants, terraces and pavilions. Everything is exquisite, even the patterns on the window paper are vividly painted.
Anyone who has seen this paper-made house knows that there is no business in the shop.
"Then what?" Yan Yan chewed melon seeds and listened to Yan Hexing's words.
"Then not long ago, the paper-making house disappeared."
Yan Yan stretched out his hand to take the melon seed skin, "That's a coincidence. We are worried about having nowhere to find the origin of Bai Mansion."
The paper-making shop at the foot of the mountain is called the paper-making shop.
There was only one old man in the shop, working hard on the paper carriage he was making.
In the middle of the shop, there was an obviously vacant space.
The square one should be the lost paper house.
When the shopkeeper in the white goods shop saw someone coming, he showed no joy on his face, but instead became more bitter and resentful.
"No more business, please come back."
Yan Yan said, "We don't want to do business, and no one in the family has died." As he said that, he suddenly remembered the old man of the Yan family and added, "We are here to talk about the treasure of your shop."
"The treasure of the shop?" The shopkeeper sneered, "Do you think there is any treasure of the shop in my shop?"
Yan Yan: "Then you don't want to get it back?"
The shopkeeper waved his hand, "Just throw it away. I don't plan to open this shop anymore."
He also wanted to chase Yan Yan and the others away, but Yan Yan approached him and said in a sullen voice: "You have been running this paper-making shop for so many years, but have you ever heard of the paper-making shop coming to life?"
The shopkeeper paused for a moment, then waved his hand for them to leave quickly.
Yan Yan refused to give up, "You said that the paper-pricked person became alive, will he come back to you?"
The shopkeeper's reaction was beyond Yan Yan's expectation, and he actually breathed a sigh of relief.
In other words, there is no enmity or resentment between him and Zhizharen.
Yan Yan turned around and sat down in the shop, crossing his legs: "Speaking of which, I recently met a family named Bai. There is also a woman named Dan Niang in the house. Do you know the shopkeeper?"
"You saw Dan Niang!" the shopkeeper said in shock.
Yan Yan nodded, "She also told me that she was pregnant. How could this person with a paper stick be pregnant?"
"She actually told you everything." The shopkeeper murmured.
The paper-making business has been passed down for three generations. Among the craftsmanship among the three generations, the best paper-making craft is folding an ingot.
And the exquisite craftsmanship that can be spread dozens of miles around comes from a woman named Dan Niang.
During the day, she rested in the paper-making house, which was regarded as the treasure of the shop, and at night she went out to make paper-making.
Nearly two hundred years later, in the hands of the current shopkeeper, the Zhizha Mansion was lost, along with Dan Niang.
"But not long ago, Dan Niang came back again."
Yan Yan glanced at the empty place in front of the shop and asked, "Where did you go back?"
The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva and said, "She asked me to burn down the house."