After Mo Jian left the room, he immediately walked into the room where Jiang Li and Lao Yugan were. The knight also avoided the eyes and ears of others and waited for news with Jiang Li and the others.

"Look at what I found." After locking the door, Mo Jian carefully took out the handkerchief he had just found beside the corpse from his pocket. The handkerchief itself was a bit old, but the material was very good, silky, soft and elastic to the touch. There was also a blue cloud pattern embroidered in the lower left corner, and the word "cloud" was exquisitely inlaid.

After Mo Jian described his experience just now to the two, the knight thoughtfully said: "It seems that this thing should be related to the identity of the evil ghost."

"This way, the search range has been reduced a lot in an instant. Just find a way to find out the woman who once stayed in Quanfu Class and had clouds in her name, and you should know the truth." Lao Yugan said excitedly.

"You did a good job this time." Jiang Li patted Moqian's shoulder, his eyes full of appreciation: "I can't tell, you are usually confused, but when you come to the task, you have been reborn."

"I have suffered a loss before and almost died at the hands of others. Since then, I have never dared to slack off again." Mo Cai smiled and looked at the three companions in front of him. He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, where is that player? Where has he gone?"

"You said that Schrödinger?" When he mentioned the other party, Lao Yugan was quite unhappy: "After the meal, that guy disappeared. The dragon saw his head and tail every day, and he didn't know what he was thinking."

"I'm thinking about something." The hero held his chin and said seriously: "Why didn't one of us notice something was wrong when Tao Meilan was killed last night? What's even more strange is that everyone woke up from their sleep in a daze early this morning, but the player was faster than us and seemed to be unable to get hit."

"Is there a prop that can prevent forced sleep from being forced to be in the space? This is impossible." After Lao Yugan said that, Jiang Li suddenly remembered something.

He stood up and frowned and said, "No, we have always overlooked a very important thing..."

Just like yesterday's process, when night fell, Shen Yuming and other villagers came to the courtyard on time, placed the tablets of their ancestors on the seats, and placed new tributes.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the performance officially began. The song tonight was the classic Kunqu opera "Peony Pavilion". The opera was divided into two parts, and the performance was completed in two days. Backstage, the actress responsible for replacing Tao Meilan as Du Liniang is ready, and the actor who replaced Ding Ling is also putting makeup in front of the mirror.

"Sister Ling hasn't recovered yet?" Wang Hongguang looked around and saw that there was no trace of Ding Ling in the background. He couldn't help but whisper to Zhou Zhifei beside him.

"Well, I'm still the same as before, and I cried in the room for an afternoon. Alas, but I can understand her. After all, everyone knows how much Sister Ling spoils Meilan in daily life. The child suddenly left. Who can bear it? From morning to now, Sister Ling is alone in the house, without eating water or drinking. I went to deliver dinner before, but I found that the door was locked, so I guess I didn't want to be disturbed."

"Let her be alone. Alas, if I had known this, the headmaster would not have taken this job. Do you think this is true? This Shen family ancestral temple is indeed a bit weird..." Wang Hongguang lowered his voice and said, "Everyone keeps a close eye on the performance tonight. Don't do anything wrong."

"I understand, understand. I have already prepared according to Mr. Cui's wishes." Zhou Zhifei said: "This tribute is as much as paper money. I cleaned the ancestral hall from inside to outside this afternoon. It's all because of that guy Feng Laolai, who caused a big trouble as soon as he came. Alas, I just hope that these ancestors will be proud and stop pestering us."

"The ancestor, Emperor Minghuang of Tang, is here to bless everyone to be safe and sound." Wang Hongguang turned around and said a few words in his heart.

The music on stage was played and the performance officially began. For tonight's performance, whether it was the actors who sang on stage, the civil and military field where the music was played, or the people who were responsible for doing odd jobs in the backstage, all members were stung with a string and did not dare to slack off at all.

"The dangers you face tonight may be greater than yesterday, you should be careful if you come on stage."

"No problem, let's hurry up, we're almost here."

"Okay, I'll help you."

After Jiang Li gave instructions to Mo Cai and the Xiake, he took advantage of Lao Yugan's time to help the two of them put on makeup, and he walked to another corner alone and came behind the man who had been tidying up the prop box without saying a word.

When he noticed that someone was behind him, the man turned around and saw that the person was Jiang Li, he withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on what was at hand, completely treating the other party as air.

Jiang Li was not angry at his indifferent attitude. He looked at the other party busy and spoke: "Actually, from the beginning, you found that there was something wrong with that person, right?"

At this time, on the other side of the backstage, a handyman in his forties stopped what he was doing and said to his companions anxiously: "No, no, I seem to have drunk too much mung bean soup in the afternoon, and I can't hold it in a while... You can watch it for me, I'll put some urine, and I'll come back later."

"Hurry up, you have to prepare props later. If the boss finds out, he will be scolded again." His companion next to him agreed.

"I know, I know, I know, it's only a few minutes." After the man finished speaking, he hurriedly lifted the curtain and limped out with his pants. In addition to the main entrance, there was also a side door leading to the river through the ancestral hall. When walking from here, you can avoid the front yard so that the head master and others would not find out and be punished.

The man's name is Tian Zhuang. He suffers from mild polio. His right leg is not very good since he was born, and it is difficult to find a suitable job. Fortunately, the old headmaster of Quanfu Class was kind-hearted to take him in, and he has been doing odd jobs in Quanfu Class since he was sixteen, and now it has been more than 20 years.

At this time, he was anxious to go out and forgot to carry the lantern when he left. When Tian Zhuang pushed open the door and looked at the dark ancestral hall, he couldn't help but retreat. Thinking of the evil things that had happened in the past two days, he suddenly became a little scared.

But my legs and feet are not smooth, and I have to waste several minutes when I walk back. If the actor just happened to step down, I would never be able to take any effort to get some trouble.

"This living person cannot be suffocated to death by urinating."

Thinking of this, Tian Zhuang gritted his teeth and walked into the room. As soon as he entered the door, he felt a squinting wind penetrate into the back of his neck. The biting chill made him tremble.

In the darkness, Tian Zhuang felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't tell what was weird, but he felt like a needle prick on his back. For some reason, he looked at the empty and dark front and felt that a spider web appeared invisibly, and he was a prey that was deeply trapped in it without knowing...

Tian Zhuang accelerated his speed, and he didn't dare to look back when passing by the mourning hall where the tablets were worshipped. Although it was empty now and all the tablets were moved to the front yard, he still felt a little disgusted.

Just as he quickly passed the hall and was about to reach the back door, a slight "click" suddenly sounded in the quiet and empty room.
Chapter completed!