The gift boxes used by wealthy businessmen to make relationships were held by paper maids, and they opened and displayed one by one as the gift list was chanted.

Zhao Yijiu sat with a group of black-hearted wealthy businessmen, listening to their sarcastic compliments with each other, and looking at the other table expressionlessly.

Although he and Zhao Mou played husband and wife, under this deduction background, the couple could not sit together at regular banquets. At this time, Zhao Mou sat with the wives of other wealthy businessmen, whispering to discuss which gift is the most valuable and the most auspicious.

"..." Zhao Yijiu pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, and the wealthy businessman wearing vermilion sleeves suddenly said caringly, "Don't you worry?"

Everyone knows that Mrs. Xue’s husband is just a face-saving person. There are rumors that Mrs. Xue is very affectionate with her husband. If she flatters Mrs. Xue’s husband, it is equivalent to flattering Mrs. Xue.

Zhao Yijiu put down his hand and said lightly: "Nothing is wrong, thank you for your concern."

Apart from him, the youngest young master of the Li family, is also the current head of the Li family, who can't tell the good or bad attitude. He just reminded him with a blank expression: "I think you often don't say a word today. If you are really uncomfortable, why don't you ask Mrs. Zun to ask for some medicine for you. Mrs. Zun is a good person in the Fengfu."

Zhao Yijiu glanced at him and didn't reply at all.

If he had to spend some time with these people, he would certainly not be so disrespectful to those who are the most loved by all masters outside the Zhao family.

But it's about to end.

Zhao Yijiu thought, why is it not raining yet?

He looked around quietly and found that all the deducers who replaced the guests were on the table. Only Yu Xing, who fabricated the identity of a southern Xinjiang woman, was still in a state of disappearance.

This is also part of their plan.

Just so, no matter how careful the masters are, they will definitely be present at the banquet, so the other party can check the place where they hide it and use it to sew the vengeful spirits.

Zhao Yijiu was a person with relatively low news at this banquet. Zhao Mou, Song Xue, and Yu Xing all found opportunities to leave the public's vision and had the ability to exchange information in real time. However, he had no reason to go out. He could only rely on Zhao Mou occasionally coming to him to talk to him and reveal some information, and he didn't know where the plan was going.

He only knew that if the time was right, the black clouds condensed by the Yin Qi and the water vapor that appeared in the river would definitely form heavy rain.

Tick.

A drop of raindrops fell into the teacup in front of Zhao Yijiu, causing slight ripples.

His eyebrows were slightly loose.

...

Yu Xing walked through the numerous formations and set foot on the desolate courtyard hidden in the Feng Mansion for the second time.

Not long ago, he tried to explore Master Wanban's residence, but was caught on the spot by Erhong. Now he has no trouble with Erhong, and Master Wanban also went to the front of the table.

The quiet yard looked empty, and the gloomy wind leaked from Yu Xing's fingertips. He walked gently to the yard house and released his perception.

The dead trees in the yard sway gently, and the dead roots slowly grew and dispersed in all directions.

The yin energy here is extremely heavy, and it is not pure. The resentment is superimposed, which roughly imprisons one tragic soul after another, and the most central point is in the house.

This time no one disturbed him, Yu Xing's perception was still broken in front of the house.

He came to the door and tried to push it.

Sure enough, there was a restriction on the door. Although Yu Xing was very strong, the seemingly thin layer of wooden door did not move at all, and only the coldness when touched penetrated into the bone marrow.

He turned his head to check, and a faint blue floated in his eyes. Finally, he found a circle of blood marks that were not easy to detect around the house.

The thick blood color was originally hidden in the soil. It slowly floated onto the surface under the scrutiny of the Spiritual Eye. A evil thought emerged from the blood mark, quietly absorbing the anger of the approaching person.

At the same time, the space inside and outside the blood seal is also divided into two, and no one except the person who is under the seal can enter and exit freely.

"The things this master knows are quite mixed." Yu Xing muttered, ready to break through.

He knew that the method of decoding was mostly hidden in a room in the Fengfu. After all, deduction will not be a dead end. He always had to pass the intelligence route and ignore the combat power.

In other words, except for a few people who can crush past with combat power, other deducers still need to follow one clue after another in the dungeon.

But Yu Xing is now one of the minority groups.

The black tree pattern appeared on his hand, and the power of the curse showed aggressiveness, spreading little by little to the blood mark.

Suddenly, he felt the invading blood seal and blood rays. A sense of fear came into Yu Xing's mind along the blood color. He had goose bumps all over his body, and his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. When he turned around, he saw several illusory ghosts appearing behind him.

It is the evil god's power that influences the rules of this deduction!

Yu Xing was ready to contact the evil god power who was "fear", but when he contacted him again, his scalp still became numb.

Shadows that could not see clearly stood there one by one, lined up.

They were tall, short, fat and thin, and they were vaguely visible in different clothes. One of the women raised their arms and seemed to be waving to Yu Xing.

After several deductions, this scene is not even considered horrible.

But Yu Xing still breathed and instinctively wanted to stay away from them.

"Ahhhh...what are you doing here?"

The face of the woman who was waving gradually became clear, and a few burnt marks appeared on her young and beautiful face. She pulled her burnt skin and showed a smile that was almost forgotten by Yu Xing: "Why are you still wearing a small skirt?"

"It's so strange... When I was a child, I coaxed you to wear it, but you didn't want to wear it..."

"Sister." Yu Xing's eyes were slightly deeper, and he called out his identity as a woman in a strange way.

The other figures around the woman also became as clear as old photos of dusted.

His former father, housekeeper, nurse, even familiar jugglers, classmates, teachers when he was studying abroad, and a few people who left memories in his heart in his long time...

Some of them stayed in their youthful appearance, some of them frozen on the portraits that Yu Xing saw. There were more and more figures and clearer. They were wearing clothes of different styles of the era, and each of them had a kind smile on their faces, and they reached out to him.

"Yu Xing..."

"Ahhhh..."

"Young Master..."

"friend……"

"We miss you so much. When will you join us?"

Yu Xing didn't answer, they kept looking at him.

The whole picture was extremely strange, with a burst of chill climbing up along Yu Xing's spine, and his eyes swept down by chance.

Everyone's toes were aiming behind him.

The suppressed terror broke out in an instant, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from Yu Xing's forehead.

But his expression did not change at all, and he was not moved by the appearance of these "people".

It's all the past.

They are all people from the past.

They were nightmares, but they failed to drag him into hell. Now that he is awake, it is even more impossible to stop him from moving forward.

Yu Xing remained motionless, as if he was in a stalemate with these figures, but his curse power was crazily devouring the blood seal, and the illusion caused by the blood seal ban became precarious.

Aware of this, the ghosts' expressions changed.
Chapter completed!