Feng knelt down and felt nervous, and couldn't help saying, "Sister..."

Feng Xueping suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people shudder: "Do you really think I am your sister?" She held the dark thing to Feng kneel in front of him and said word by word, "Your sister is long dead."

A chill poured from his heels to Feng kneeling on his head, "You are not my sister... Are you..."

Feng Xueping smiled and nodded. Blood suddenly oozed from the corner of her mouth. At the same time, a pair of pale, dry hands grabbed Feng's kneeling neck...

When Feng knelt and woke up, he saw the hunchbacked old man at first sight. The family was old, and his head was white but neatly combed. Seeing Feng knelt and woke up, he seemed very happy, and his wrinkled face was filled with smiles, "Young Master, you're awake... I really frustrated my slave last night." Feng knelt and didn't listen to him, his eyes stared at the small table next to the bed. There was a square, red coffin on the table. There was a lock on the coffin, and a golden elephant nose lock. The lock was extremely inconsistent with the delicate and small coffin, and it looked very dazzling. Feng knelt and held the edge of the bed with his hands. He wanted to sit up, but his body was sore and soft that he couldn't use any strength.

The old man quickly supported him and said with concern: "Young Master..."

"Help me up" Feng knelt down and ordered, "Help me up!"

Feng knelt down and sat up, staring at the red painted coffin on the table again.

The old man stood aside with his hands down and explained carefully: "Last night, the young master fainted outside. There was a red painted coffin beside him... I thought... this coffin must be yours... so... so... I took it back to the inn." After saying this, he bent his waist lowered.

Feng knelt down and looked at him, calmed down for a while before asking, "Where is my sister?"

The old man said in surprise: "Miss Fengyun Sect, who is far away from thousands of miles away, this time he goes out, you are the old slave and the young master!"

Feng knelt down and stared at the old face full of surprise, and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

There is a long pavilion in the eastern suburb of the inn, and next to it is a maple forest.

Maple kneeled and picked up a bright red maple leaf, and suddenly became excited.

This excitement is a hundred times stronger than when he opened the mysterious red paint coffin with his own hands three days ago.

He was waiting for a man, a woman! He was not anxious because the sound of horse hooves in the distance was clearly heard.

Two big green horses stopped by the pavilion.

Feng's face suddenly became gloomy when he knelt down. He never smiled in front of the servants.

Those guys want to be brilliant, but he just doesn't give them sunshine.

The ones coming were Brother Shui and Little Nuanzi.

As soon as they got off the horse, Feng knelt down and asked viciously: "Where is her?"

Xiao Nuanzi's chubby face was full of smiles: "Miss Yan'er has settled in the inn and specially asked Xiaodi to come and invite the young master."

Feng knelt down and shouted, "Why don't you bring her to see me?"

Xiao Nuanzi looked aggrieved: "The little one also wants to bring Miss Yan'er over... but she is unhappy...??"

Feng knelt down and remembered Yan'er's charming little face, sighed, and quickly ordered: "Let's go there."

Brother Shui stood by respectfully, not even a big deal.

Feng Kneeling and Kneeling was too lazy to pay attention to him. A person was actually called Brother Shui. Thinking of this name, Feng Kneeling and Kneeling felt that others had taken advantage of him.

Inn.

Feng knelt and ran in excitedly.

The tall gatehouse has peeled off the vermilion red characters on the front of the door, and the handwriting is difficult to identify.

Feng knelt down and ignored these things. His heart had already flown to Yan'er.

Brother Shui and Xiao Nuanzi followed Feng kneeling behind him like shadows.

Feng knelt and stepped into the door, and he felt a strange feeling, as if he had fallen into the ice cellar.

A cold wind blew towards him, and Feng knelt on his knees and shivered.

Brother Shui and Xiao Nuanzi also seemed to have noticed something.

Feng knelt down and shouted: "Yan'er..."

The echo echoed in the empty corridor.

No one agreed, and even the hunchbacked old family member was gone.

The door upstairs suddenly closed with a "slam".

Feng knelt down and shook his whole body, the muscles in the corners of his eyes were beating. He turned to face Brother Shui and Xiao Nuanzi: "Go up... go up and take a look..."

Brother Shui rushed up.

Xiao Nuanzi's fat face showed panic. He hesitated, but turned around and saw Feng kneeling with his gloomy face, which was almost dripping, and he followed.

The upstairs was terrifyingly quiet, and the broken window paper rustled in the bleak autumn wind...

Feng knelt down and couldn't help but scream again: "Yan'er..."

Still no one agreed.

"Hehe...hehe..." A woman's cold laugh suddenly came from the corner of the dark corridor.

The sound was not loud, but it happened to be heard by Feng kneeling down.

Feng knelt down and his scalp exploded. He suddenly remembered his sister's pale face and his dry and pale hands that pinched his neck.

On the way back to the inn, Feng knelt down and asked Xiao Nuanzi. Xiao Nuanzi told him that the young lady stayed in the village all day and learned embroidery with a few old mothers.

Feng knelt down and knew that Xiao Nuanzi would never dare to lie in front of him.

Master Feng hates lies, just as bats hate sunshine.

"Xiao Nuanzi dared not say panic, but what happened that night... did you really meet a ghost..."

At this time, Brother Shui yelled upstairs, "Who..."

The cold laughter just now suddenly stopped.

There was a gust of wind in the corridor, and the wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood.

The door at the corner of the corridor suddenly opened with a creaking sound...

Brother Shui stepped in.

Xiao Nuanzi followed far behind.

Feng's heart was pounding, and his huge fear made him breathless!

Brother Shui suddenly screamed, "Die...??Die..."

The room at the corner of the corridor was dark and damp, with a small window tightly closed, and a strong smell of blood filled the whole room. There was a person lying on the bed...??

A man, a naked man!

The man's neck was tilted to one side, and there were a pair of blood-red handprints on his pale neck!

There is no blood on the bed and no blood on the ground, but for some reason there is such a heavy smell of blood?

Brother Shui and Xiao Nuanzi stood aside with their fearful eyes. Feng knelt and stared at the dead man's face. There was no fear on the deceased's face, and there was still a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile was extremely strange!

Feng knelt and recognized the dead. The deceased was the shopkeeper of this inn. Feng knelt and knelt and suddenly jumped up because he saw the deceased holding something in his hand.

Green jade bracelet!

Feng Kneeling and Kneeling immediately thought of Yan'er... This jade Ruyi bracelet was worn by Yan'er on her birthday the previous year. Feng Kneeling and Kneeling clearly remembered that it was bought by him from a Persian merchant for 8,200 taels of silver.

But now this thing is in the hands of this ugly dead man!
Chapter completed!