Knock.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.

Butler Hong, who was over fifty years old in the Changyu Palace, waited for a while, but no one responded. He seemed to be used to it, and was not in a hurry. After a while, he knocked again.

After half a cup of tea, the sound of someone walking came from the other end of the door.

Qin Junli was in the dark, calculating in her heart how often and how long the person came to walk.

There are no more or less, just fifty steps, which means that Ningju has a large courtyard after entering the entrance, which is far from the living room, otherwise the other party would not have been able to open the door for so long.

With a creak, the wooden black painted door was opened by a servant dressed in plain cloth.

The man lowered his head and couldn't see his appearance from Qin Junli's perspective. But Butler Hong said the other party's name in one word.

"Li Ze, someone in the outer courtyard was injured. There is no Wutiancao in the warehouse. Please help me find the treasure house. If there is any, bring me some."

"Ahhhh." The man called Li Ze nodded his head fiercely, making a hoarse and low whimper.

Dumb?!

Qin Junli raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that Ning Juli, his cousin, actually used such a night watchman who couldn't speak. But it's not difficult to hear from the butler's words that Li Ze was not as simple as a servant.

Let me ask the ordinary servants, who can make the butler of the Prince Changyu's mansion so kind, and can enter the prince's warehouse at will and find herbs?!

Even if I am not a confidant, I am afraid that this Ningju master is very trusting.

Previous news from Yanquelou said that King Changyu's prince had a gloomy personality and was difficult to get along with. Qin Junli had no chance to feel whether he was easy to get along with. Instead, he felt that Qin Ling was unique in this "Ningju"...

However, before Qin Junli, who was hiding in the shadow, had finished sighing, Ningju's door creaked and closed again. Butler Hong, the only one, held his hands in the cold night, shrank his neck and yawned, and waited quietly.

This is?!

If you are in an ordinary family, shouldn’t you ask the housekeeper to come in first, find a sheltered hall to wait, and then go to find the herbs? Why doesn’t you even let anyone in Ningju in Qin Ling?

And the butler seemed to be used to it. He did not feel unhappy because of Ning Ju's neglect. He really waited at the door without any complaints...

What shameful things are there in Ningjuli?!

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The mute servant was quick-witted and soon found the wutian grass that the housekeeper wanted, put it in a thin bag of oil paper, wrapped it with hemp rope, and handed it to the hands of the person outside the door.

"The outer courtyard will not be peaceful tonight. Please keep a peaceful residence and don't let someone break in casually." The old housekeeper took the herbs and reminded him.

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"Ahhh." Li Ze nodded, but still didn't let Qin Junli see his appearance clearly.

"By the way, the prince is back tonight?"

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Qin Ling is not in the mansion? Qin Junli was a little surprised when she heard the conversation between the two and felt puzzled.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, it was the curfew again, and the Hong Street brothels were not opened. Where can the prince of King Changyu go?

"Li Ze, Uncle Hong is gone?" As soon as the butler's back disappeared from the other end of the snow forest, a clear voice came from Ningju's courtyard.

Qin Junli quickly hid his breath and hid in the dark again.

"Um."

"Then you come and help. These four are a little heavy. If you don't deal with them quickly, it will be bad if someone finds out."

Qin Junli was shocked when the other party said this:

Four? Are the men in black who caused chaos in the inner city of Shangjing and hid in the Changyu Palace?!

"Um."

The mute agreed, and then the rustling sound of heavy objects dragging on the ground.

"Hurry" and the two of them gasped, as if they had lifted the heavy object to a high place. Then, "Hurry" sounded, and something sank into the water.

"Medicine." The person who could speak said at the other end of the courtyard wall.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"Li Ze, stand up to the side."

"Um."

Sizzling...a strange noise came out.

Qin Junli felt that he had heard this strange sound, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

After half a cup of tea, the yard of Ningju returned to quiet again, the boy with a clear voice spoke again: "Okay, Li Ze, go back to sleep. It will be dawn in two hours. No one will break into Ningju again."

“Ahhhh.”

The sound of footsteps sounded, and it was the frequency that Qin Junli heard before. The traces disappeared in an instant, making the courtyard separated by the wall quiet as if nothing had happened.

The strange Ningju, the Ningju that no one can enter, is really related to the Ziying Phantom Poison as she said?!

He moved a little distance quietly along the base of the wall, observed it back and forth. He leaped and leaped. The King of Jingyang, wearing a black brocade clothes outside the courtyard disappeared into the courtyard of the Changyu Prince's Mansion like the four men in black...

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The place where I saw it was pitch black, with no light or sound.

It was like all the moving living creatures fell into a dead silence, bringing a feeling of a living dead tomb to the Ningju courtyard on this winter night.

It fell to the ground lightly without disturbing every grass or tree. However, the scene in front of him made Qin Junli's eyes widen, and an incredible flashed through his dark and deep pupils.

The huge courtyard is square in a hundred steps, but it is divided into two distinct pieces.

The one screen wall is divided into the backyard and the front yard. The screen wall is twice the size of an ordinary family, extending to both sides, completely covering the wing room of the backyard, making people unable to see the feeling of the prince's life.

The screen wall carved are not the auspicious beasts, nor are the auspicious clouds everywhere, but many people dressed in strange ways, either kneeling down on the ground or praying to the sky.

In front of them, there were several tightly wrapped "people" from top to bottom, tied up, raised high above their heads, and passed toward the altar surrounded by torches.

The prayer on the altar had a totem representing the ghost witch on his face, and he was serious. He was placing his hand on the head of a believer who was kneeling behind his back, muttering words.

The smoke rose from their feet. The smoke lingered around them, as if they were about to ascend to the sky immediately.

——A sacrificial activity, a vivid sacrificial activity portrayed.

However, what made Qin Junli tremble all over his body was not the vivid image of the stone carving, but the totem on the face of the prayer, representing the ghost witch and nightmare that was believed in by the ancient Dianyun Kingdom thousands of years ago.

This kind of activity of sacrificing nightmare has a unique name - marrying a witch.

The custom of marrying witches has lasted for thousands of years. With the disappearance of the ancient Dianyun Kingdom, it has gradually been forgotten and faded. It may be occasionally seen in the distant Younan area.

Qin Junli also saw it in ancient books a long time ago. With just a few strokes, he has never been carved on a giant stone wall like today, and it is about to come out, as if he is alive...

"Marrying a Witch" is just a honorary title for the believers of Yanluo. If you want to put it in the eyes of today's people, perhaps another word is more suitable for it-

Sacrifice to ghosts.

Sacrifice to live the soul and worship it for your thoughts to achieve my wish.

According to legend, the method of sacrificial "marrying a witch" is born when people's wishes cannot be realized, and they hope that ghosts and gods will protect themselves and appear.

However, unlike the ordinary people who worship Buddha and gods, the people who "marry witches" pray to all evil ghosts, who exchange their bodies and souls to realize what they want in their hearts.

Qin Junli really didn't expect that his cousin from the same clan, the dignified Prince Changyu of Nan Qin, would create such a screen wall in his Ningju.
Chapter completed!