Feng Yi's movements were so fast that it was over before anyone could see clearly what happened.
When he regained consciousness, he couldn't help but blurt out: "Brother Long!"
It was Yi Xiaolong's wronged soul who was sealed away by Feng Yi.
"The evil spirit has been caught. After all, he is your former colleague and friend. It is up to you to decide how to deal with him."
As soon as Feng Yi found a chair and sat down, Lei Xiu handed her a cup of hot tea. Feng Yi was surprised and smiled at her: "Thank you, Axiu."
"It doesn't matter."
Lei Xiu's face turned slightly red and she obediently stepped aside.
The little incident between the two did not affect anyone else. Ye Tiancheng looked at Yi Xiaolong's frozen soul and was silent for a moment. He respectfully saluted Feng Yi with cupped fists: "Forgive me for my blindness, but I didn't see the profound cultivation level of Daochang Feng..."
"There's no need to say polite words. I'm not that stingy either."
Feng Yi smiled and waved his hand and said, "What do you think, Leader Ye?"
"Brother Long is, after all, the pillar of our drama club, and we had a very good relationship during his lifetime. I would not be able to bear it if he was torn to pieces..."
Ye Tiancheng hesitated and said.
"makes sense."
Feng Yi pondered for a moment and then said: "How about this, I will release him first, and you can catch up on old times. If he is willing, I will send him to the underworld to be reincarnated again."
"Thank you, Master Feng."
Ye Tiancheng didn't expect that Feng Yi could send ghosts to the underworld. How powerful this was, so his attitude became more and more respectful, completely different from before.
With a flick of his fingers, a wisp of breath hit the ice along Feng Yi's fingertips. The ice instantly shattered into countless fragments, and Yi Xiaolong's soul was freed.
After all, the other party was a ghost, so everyone was still a little worried and subconsciously took a small step back.
Ye Tiancheng also turned pale and took the initiative to say hello: "Brother Long."
Feng Yi didn't care much about this. The Yi Xiaolong in front of him was just a slightly resentful ghost, not good enough at all. If he wanted to act rashly, he could just send him to his death.
"Daozhang Feng!"
Yi Xiaolong ignored Ye Tiancheng, but knelt down directly in front of Feng Yi and said: "Please help me, Master Feng."
"Help you? Help you get a good pregnancy?"
Feng Dao said: "Don't worry about this."
"no."
Yi Xiaolong looked miserable and said in a deep voice: "Daozhang Feng, I know that my murderer is still in the troupe. I refuse to be reincarnated because I want to find the murderer."
"What goes around comes around, so why are you so persistent?"
Feng Yi advised.
"Daozhang Feng, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. I beg you to help me find the real culprit and let me be redressed!"
Otherwise, even if I, Yi Xiaolong, turn into a ghost, I will not let the murderer go unpunished."
When Yi Xiaolong said this, there was an unconcealable ferocity in his eyes.
"Captain Song from the township office is investigating your case, and Daochang Feng can't help you."
Dachu said from the side.
"Yes, Taoist Master Feng is a Taoist priest, not a detective. This is a bit difficult for you."
Shu Ning was still mumbling about the cup of tea just now, and immediately agreed upon seeing this.
"Yes, Boss Yi, I may not be able to help you."
Feng Daodao.
"Daozhang Feng... I beg you, please help me just this once, otherwise I will be in trouble even if I die!"
Yi Xiaolong banged his head, as if you had to kill me or help me.
"Okay, okay, get up."
Feng Yizhi had never been worshiped like this before. He waved his hands and said, "Tell us what happened and see if we can help you."
Everyone pricked up their ears when Feng Yi asked. Everyone knew the circumstances of Yi Xiaolong's death, but no one knew what happened. There is nothing more exciting than hearing the deceased tell his death experience...
“That night after the performance, I took a nap backstage because I felt uncomfortable, and then I vaguely heard the sound of the costume falling to the ground.
I opened my eyes and found that the backstage was empty. Everyone had left, so I went over to pick up the clothes.
Then, someone covered my head with a cloth, strangled my neck with a rope, and took the opportunity to hit me on the head with a stick.
I was groggy at the time and couldn't see anything. I was unable to resist and could only struggle desperately.
Later, he pushed me to the table and pulled the rope so hard that I couldn't breathe. I scratched with both hands. Then he found a wooden comb on the table and stabbed him hard.
Then, I will die..."
Seeing Yi Xiaolong's miserable appearance, everyone was silent, and Feng Yi said: "You pricked the murderer with a comb before you died, so there must be scars on his body?"
"There must be. The place where I was stabbed should be on the chest, so I have been hanging around the backstage of the theater recently just to see who has wounds on their chests!"
Yi Xiaolong said firmly.
"Are you so sure that the other person is from the drama club?"
Xiaohai asked.
"Yes, I heard from Sanyuan that you are very popular, so you shouldn't have enemies, right?"
Dachu also added.
Feng Yi was speechless when he heard this: "How could the person who killed Brother Long admit that he had a bad relationship with him? Doesn't this clearly tell everyone that I am suspicious?"
"Don't you know who you have a bad relationship with?"
Lei Xiu couldn't help but ask after listening for a long time.
"I really don't know. I'm nice to everyone. I teach them how to sing and make them famous. No one should hold a grudge."
Speaking of this, Yi Xiaolong smiled sadly: "Maybe people's hearts are unpredictable."
Ye Tiancheng echoed from the side: "Brother Long is the pillar of the Phoenix Theater Club. Even Ying Jintang and Liang Shaohui were taught by Brother Long."
"That's a bit far. You said you were convinced that the murderer was from the drama club. Why?"
Feng Yi stopped in time.
"The murderer smells of oil paint, which is exactly the same as the oil paint used by our Phoenix Theater Club."
Yi Xiaolong said.
"Well, I understand."
Feng nodded. He was about to let Yi Xiaolong leave, but then suddenly realized: "By the way, have you been to the backstage before, but failed to come in?"
"That's right. When I came here for the first time, Master Huaguang who was sitting in the background stopped me, but when I came again later, Master Huaguang didn't stop me anymore.
But today, Master Huaguang stopped me again."
Speaking of this, Yi Xiaolong was also a little confused. Could it be that Master Huaguang still had time to take a break from work?
Yi Xiaolong didn't understand, but everyone else had realized that Feng Yi had not lied just now, Master Huaguang had indeed been betrayed.
But another question arises, who is so boring as to replace Hua Guang Xianshi who can be bought all over the street?
Could it be that this person knew that Yi Xiaolong’s resentful spirit was still there and deliberately let him come out to harm others?
The others didn't know why, but Ye Tiancheng frowned and thought hard, and after a while he came to his senses and said: "I remembered it. That day I was at the front desk and heard the sound of something breaking in the background. I didn't pay attention to it at the time. Now that I think about it, it must have been something.
Master Huaguang was shattered!"
"Okay, Leader Ye, don't think about this. Since Brother Long said that he stabbed the murderer in the chest with a comb, tomorrow you can call everyone from the drama club and check them one by one. You will definitely find something."
