He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Xenophon laughed wildly, "Look, boss, didn't I tell you a long time ago? The more you cover up and play tricks, the more he wants to break the casserole and ask the bottom line! Come, come, let the bet admit defeat !"

He spread his hand towards Z and hooked his fingers, as if he was begging for something.

Z angrily took out a gold pound and threw it at his face. Xenophon deftly caught the gold coin and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, as if fearing Z would regret it.

"You... take a bet on me?" Duan Feizhuo couldn't believe it.

The weight on Duan Feizhuo's back disappeared. Z stood up and stared at him viciously, as if silently accusing him of blaming you for causing me to lose a pound.

"Let's go. Don't disturb the rest of the Pulau family." Xenophon topped the brim of his hat with a staff of civilization, picked up the lantern, and walked towards the village in a hurry.

Duan Feizhuo wiped his face with blood on his hand.

"Xenophon, can you cure me?" He followed the black-haired detective, staring longingly at the staff of civilization, which shimmered, indicating that it had special properties.

"I can, but I don't want to," said Xenophon.

"why!"

"Because you are very naughty, I want to make you remember." Xenophon said with a smile.

Duan Feizhuo was in pain all over his body. He wanted to punch Xenophon with a hippie smile, but he knew that his arm might be blown off, so he had to give up.

Z patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. Duan Feizhuo turned around and handed a handkerchief in front of him.

"Wipe it clean, or it will scare passers-by. This village doesn't need more strange stories."

Duan Feizhuo grabbed the handkerchief and covered his bleeding nose and mouth.

Xenophon walked briskly, and said cheerfully, "Since you have overheard a lot, it is impossible to continue to hide it from you. Let's just cooperate? You must have found a lot of information in the Oak Manor, why don't you share it with us?" What about sharing?"

Duan Feizhuo's heart turned like electricity, this is a good opportunity to penetrate into them!

"The servants of the manor are saying that the house is haunted." He said in a low voice, "Lord Perilla has encountered accidents several times. He thinks that the undead are responsible, so he plans to tear down the whole house."

"That house is indeed weird." Xenophon narrowed his eyes, looking at the shadow of Oak Manor in the dark night.

"Why is the manor suddenly haunted? Where do the ghosts come from?"

"There are many possibilities." Z tilted his head in thought, "Lord Perilla's family is a hereditary nobleman with a long history and has made many enemies. If someone wants to manipulate the ghost to kill the Lord, that's normal."

"It's even possible that the lord himself has done something bad, which caused the undead to seek their lives." Xenophon's tone was full of gloating, "It is rumored that the Midlow family is proficient in mysterious philosophy, although the current lord does not seem to be a secret in any way. magician."

Duan Feizhuo was very thankful that he had a handkerchief for him to cover his face so as not to reveal his surprised expression.

"Can the mystic see it with the naked eye?" he asked.

"Some can." Xenophon replied absent-mindedly. This question deviated from the topic and was irrelevant to them.

Duan Feizhuo wanted to ask the occultist what distinctive features were visible to the naked eye (so that he could better hide himself in the future), but Xenophon stopped in his tracks. They stood at a fork in the country lanes, one leading to the village, another to the oak estate, and a third to the lord's private woodland.

"You give Mr. Chester a ride." Xenophon handed the lantern to Z, "I have something to confirm."

Z tilted his head suspiciously, but did not object.

"We'll meet at the hotel," he said.

Xenophon turned and walked towards the woods, raising one hand and waved perfunctorily as farewell.

Now only Duan Feizhuo and Z are left alone. He found that every time he was alone with Z, the atmosphere would be inexplicably awkward. No wonder. The first time they met, Z stabbed him to the core. After that, he accidentally witnessed the scene of Z getting out of the bath. This time Z almost beat him to disfigurement. How could they get along happily and harmoniously?

"Why did you move out of the hotel?" Z asked indifferently.

Duan Feizhuo hesitated, "Lord Perilla invited us to live in the Oak Manor. Because...uh...he admired Mr. Yeats's literary talent. He felt that the Clover Hotel did not meet the status of a great poet."

He sincerely hoped his tone didn't reveal how guilty he was.

"So he let the poet live in a haunted house?" Z raised the corners of his lips.

"You may not know that Mr. Yeats has a lot of guts. He wrote a book on Irish folklore. He might not be happy to live in a house that isn't haunted."

"Weird." Z muttered.

"Writers are weirdos."

The two arrived at the gate of the manor wearing stars and wearing moons. Every window in the manor was dark without a trace of light. Z knocked on the door knocker, and the sound was almost deafening in the silent night. Nearby dogs barked.

Duan Feizhuo took down the handkerchief, he was no longer bleeding, and the handkerchief was covered with dark stains, some were dried blood, some were the dirt and dust on his face.

After a long time, no one came to open the door. Z got impatient and wanted to knock again, but Duan Feizhuo stopped him.

"The door is not locked at all." He tried to pull the knocker, and the door swung open.

"The law and order in this county must be very good." Z sneered.

"Let's part here. Good night, Z." Duan Feizhuo wished to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Z doesn't think so. He pushed Duan Feizhuo into the house, walked through the hall, and came to the stairs.

"I want to see you go to bed with my own eyes."

"You don't trust me! What an insult!"

"Who told you to live up to my trust?"

Duan Feizhuo curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and his cracked lips ached again. He couldn't help hissing, and his mouth hurt even more.

Z lowered his head, held his chin, forced him to look up, and raised the lantern to his eyes with the other hand. The sudden bright light made Duan Feizhuo unable to open his eyes. He felt Z moving his head from side to side, and the mechanical fingers slid on his cheeks, finally resting on his damaged lips.

"Sorry, I was a little too aggressive just now." Z's tone was apologetic, "I thought the one who was eavesdropping outside was..." He hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head, "If you are honest, I will kill you tomorrow. Call Xenophon to heal you."

"He said he was dead." Duan Feizhuo said.

"It will be different if I speak."

Z let go of his hand. Duan Feizhuo felt the heat from the lantern recede, so he opened his eyes tremblingly.

"Good night." Z turned around. The light stretched his shadow very long, reflected on the wall of the hall, and the portraits on the wall also became indistinct.

Duan Feizhuo suddenly remembered a report he had read before, about Ms. Nightingale taking care of the wounded in the wounded barracks. She would watch the night with a lamp, and the wounded would kiss her shadow on the wall reverently and reverently.

He watched Z walk towards the door. At the same time, his eyes inevitably touched the portraits on the wall.

It was a portrait of the lords and ladies of the past. One of them depicts a slim and beautiful woman, wearing a floral dress from Jane Austen's era, with a hint of sadness condensed between her brows.

Duan Feizhuo gasped.

Z stopped and turned around. "What's wrong?"

Duan Feizhuo pointed at the portrait and stammered, "I've seen her before! It turned out to be her! She is the Lord's ancestor!"

"What did you say?" Z's eyebrows were drawn together, and a strong murderous look emanated from his handsome face.

"I saw an undead last night, it was her! It was she who lured me into the oak forest!"

A woman's laughter suddenly sounded in the dark mansion.

"Come here!" Z shouted.

Duan Feizhuo ran towards him without thinking.

Z circled Duan Feizhuo and ran towards the gate. But the door at the end of the hall had disappeared, leaving only a wall covered with wallpaper.

"Damn it." Duan Feizhuo muttered to himself.

Z's face became more and more gloomy, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, but it complemented his distinctive white hair and red eyes.

"I am the Commander of the Metropolitan Police Department's Abnormal Case Investigation Division, Zeno Sinia!" He announced his family name to the shadow loudly, "Which occultist are you? Do you know what will happen if you go against the night policeman? "

His voice echoed in layers in the hall.

Scotland Yard —

Police Department—

Zeno Sinya —

Cynthia —

On the wall, the portraits of the lords and couples of the past generations stared at the police detective intently. Every lord is solemn and solemn, and every lady is young, beautiful, elegant and dignified. The odd echo was like their collective jeer.

Goosebumps crawled up Duan Feizhuo's back. He jumped to Z's side desperately, trying to get as close to him as possible. He is just a newcomer mystic who has just started (maybe he is not even considered a mystic), and the only person he can rely on is Z.

"It seems that someone wants to trap us." Z clasped Duan Feizhuo's wrist, and with direct physical contact, Duan Feizhuo couldn't help but feel relieved, "Others may be in danger too. Where do your friends live? "

"Should it be upstairs?"

Duan Feizhuo volunteered to take Z upstairs. He lived with Yeats and Al in the guest room, and Duan Feizhuo lived alone. Since Al was still a child, the Lord arranged a suite for him and Duan Feizhuo.

Duan Feizhuo pushed the door of the suite, but it didn't move at all, and there was no response when he knocked **** the door.

"Back." Z threw the lantern to Duan Feizhuo.

Duan Feizhuo knew what he was going to do and jumped back hastily. Z didn't let go of his hand, he raised his foot and knocked towards the door. There was a loud bang and the door swung open inward.

The two rushed into the suite one after the other, both dumbfounded.

What they entered was not the guest room at all, but the kitchen.

A row of knives are neatly stacked on the counter, the washed dishes are placed in the cupboard, and there are strings of garlic and peppers hanging on the wall. A small fire was lit in the stove, and a large pot was simmering. The pot exuded a tempting aroma, probably for tomorrow's breakfast.

Without any sense of being a guest, Z opened the lid of the pot in a big way, scooped up a spoonful of soup and sniffed it.

"This house is even distorted in space. I'm afraid it's not just haunted. It's a pity that Xenophon is not here. He is very good at deciphering such things."

Z throws the spoon back into the pot.

Duan Feizhuo looked back at the door they came in. The door panel fell limply on the ground, and a corridor could be clearly seen through the door frame—not the one outside the guest room, but the one connecting the kitchen and the dining room.

"Or we'd better go back—"

Wow, wipe. There was the sound of metal rubbing against each other from behind.

The knives on the counter floated up and hung in mid-air, all the knives pointed straight at him.

"—Okay." Duan Feizhuo swallowed.

Thousands of arrows are fired.

It was too late to say it, but then it was too late, Z stepped in front of Duan Feizhuo, and a shining blade popped out from the mechanical prosthesis, blocking the flying knife. Z's movements were too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and the blade danced into a dazzling chaos, and for a while, only sparks were visible. The clang of metal colliding can be heard endlessly.

When the crashing sound stopped, the knife fell to the ground. But the attacks didn't stop there. The knife on the ground buzzed like a bee's wings, pulled by an invisible force, and floated up again.

"Z, they won't stop! Let's go!"

Duan Feizhuo grabbed Z's arm and dragged him out of the door with difficulty. The floating knife aimed at the two of them again, shooting towards them like a rain of arrows. Seeing that one of the knives was about to stab Duan Feizhuo in the eye, he quickly brought it to the door. Behind the door came the dull sound of knives piercing wood, like countless raindrops hitting the eaves.

"It's dangerous..." Duan Feizhuo sat down with his back against the wall.

But he jumped up immediately.

He thought that after leaving the kitchen, he would return to the corridor outside the guest room as a matter of course. But he found that this was not the corridor, but the living room where Lord Perilla received them before.

The furnishings in the living room are exactly the same as the last time we visited, with comfortable sofas, exquisite coffee tables, and gorgeous crystal chandeliers hanging above. There was no one here, except for Duan Feizhuo and Z, there were only two pairs of shiny armor for display, one on the left and one on the right by the fireplace, like loyal guards.

"Let's go on and see where it leads next."

You can't see with your eyes, you can only rely on listening to the wind to argue your position. But there was no wind inside the mansion, so he was deaf and blind, so he could only move forward slowly while leaning on the wall.

Duan Feizhuo took his other hand, held up the lantern, and looked around vigilantly.

A pair of white arms stretched out slowly from the wall.

Hands that looked like women, with soft curves and slender fingers, perfect for playing the piano—and for strangling people's necks.

"Be careful!!"

The white arm suddenly grabbed Z's neck.

The white-haired policeman was taken aback, and hurriedly grabbed his wrist, trying to break it away. At this time, another pair of white hands grew out of the wall and grabbed Z's arm. A third pair of white hands followed, grabbing his ankles. The six white hands worked together to restrain Z, the more he struggled, the tighter they were, like six writhing white snakes, or like a huge flower bud growing from the wall.

Of course, this does not mean that the place not against the wall is safe. The armor standing on both sides of the fireplace suddenly moved, outflanking Duan Feizhuo from left to right.

Duan Feizhuo wished he hadn't brought the Sword in the Stone, and it was too late to go back to the trading house to get it.

Armor swung his fist and slammed it heavily at Duan Feizhuo. He dodged in a short body, and the armor hit the coffee table with a loud noise, and the marble top was shattered.

Duan Feizhuo rushed towards Z, trying to free him from the entangled white hands. The wall turned into a soft substance like a swamp, Z was dragged in forcefully by his white hands, and now only half of his body is still exposed.

There was the sound of metal plates colliding overhead. Duan Feizhuo rolled on the ground subconsciously, and the iron fist of the armor slashed across the top of his head. If he hadn't dodged in time, his head might have shattered like a marble countertop.

"Z!!"

The white-haired night watchman disappeared completely into the wall. Duan Feizhuo threw himself at him, but hit the wall so hard that his nose was almost flattened.

The armor punched again. Duan Feizhuo hurriedly dodged to the right, and his steel fist hit the wall, leaving a huge pit in the shape of a spider web.

Duan Feizhuo's scalp was numb. With the strength of the armor, he would be smashed to pieces on the spot with just a touch. If there was only one piece of armor, he might still be able to get rid of it by deftly moving his position, but the two pieces of armor seem to be in harmony, whenever Duan Feizhuo avoids the attack of the first piece of armor, the second piece of armor will appear behind him on the escape route. Duan Feizhuo was forced to dodge left and right, but it only exhausted his energy in vain. He was out of breath with exhaustion, but the action of the armor was not affected in the slightest. How can flesh and blood compete with steel?

There is no escape. he thought desperately. He is doomed to die in this place. He doesn't even know whether his opponent is a living person or a ghost, and even the life and death of a powerful night vigilante like Z is uncertain, let alone a newcomer like him who has just touched the corner of mysterious philosophy?

But he didn't want to die here! He still has a lot to do, he has to go back to 49 Franchise Square, London, he wants to spend Christmas with the Lynn family, he has to go back to Aberdeen to open a clinic. He promised Joseph that he would continue to operate the Secret Realm Trading Company, although he has been doing his best, looking forward to the early closure of the transaction...

He remembered the mysterious philosophy book he had read not long ago. A mystic can absorb energy from one place and release it to another.

The impact of the armor's iron fist is also a kind of energy. If he takes the next blow and releases the energy to another place, wouldn't he be unscathed?

But can he do it? He can't even do the simplest thing of absorbing the heat of the fire, is it possible to defuse the attack of the armor?

It's useless to think so much about things now, so I can only bite the bullet and give it a try. Anyway, he can't escape, and he will be benevolent if he fails.

The armor raised its fist again.

This time Duan Feizhuo didn't run away, but stood still and faced the armor.

— take that impact elsewhere!

The iron fist hit Duan Feizhuo's face impartially.

Duan Feizhuo closed his eyes tightly and tensed up, waiting for death to come.

Nothing happened.

There was no pain, no bleeding, not even the feeling of steel touching your skin.

He opened his eyes tremblingly, and saw the armor's fist stop in front of him.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his neck and slid into his collar.

crunch.

There was a strange noise overhead.

crunch. crunch. crunch.

Duan Feizhuo glanced upwards. The crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the living room swayed, and hundreds of crystal beads jingled like wind chimes.

Did he just transfer the impact of the iron fist of the armor to the chandelier?

crunch.

The sling snapped with a final groan of pain. The huge crystal chandelier fell down.

There was a deafening bang. The shattered glass spread like sea waves. Duan Feizhuo didn't even have time to escape, so he could only cover his face in place.

After a long time, the reception room returned to deathly silence. Duan Feizhuo put down his hand in fear, only to see two armors buried under the golden lampstand. There were crystal shards everywhere, only the circle centered on Duan Feizhuo was clean and spotless, as if an invisible barrier blocked the flying shards.

"I did it!"

Duan Feizhuo couldn't help raising his arms and shouting. Of course, now is not a good time to celebrate. He has to find Z and the others and get them out of this haunted house.

He was brimming with confidence, strode proudly across the debris and two paralyzed armors, and walked towards the door of the reception room. He has learned how to transfer energy, who else can hurt him? Whether it's a flying kitchen knife or a walking armor, what else can he be afraid of?

He pushed open the door of the reception room and walked to the next room.

This room is about the same size as the guest room, and it is also a bedroom, but it is obviously a woman's bedroom. Next to the ornate four-poster bed is a dressing table, almost full of cosmetics and jewellery. Ordinary maids can't afford such a good product, so this must be the mistress' bedroom.

Duan Feizhuo raised the lantern, and the light flashed through the mirror of the dressing table. Lord Perilla had no sisters, and was unmarried, so the mistress of the bedroom must have been his mother. It's just that the lady's use of these fancy and gorgeous cosmetics is too inappropriate for her mature and prudent age, right?

He ran to the bedroom window. Since the space in the manor is distorted, is it possible to escape through the window?

He tried to unscrew the window handle, but it was rusty and would not budge no matter how hard he tried. Duan Feizhuo was so out of breath that he raised his fist and smashed the glass...

Then he hugged his hands and rolled all over the floor.

He didn't dare to risk it again, so he grabbed a comb from the dressing table and threw it towards the window.

As expected, the comb bounced off harmlessly, narrowly missing his head.

"Lord Perilla, if you switch to making bulletproof glass, you will definitely earn a lot of money." Duan Feizhuo shook his sore hand and muttered in a low voice.

Since he couldn't escape from this room, he had no choice but to head for the next room. He stepped over the comb on the floor and walked to the door.

At this time, the comb trembled suddenly and floated leisurely.

It floated towards the dressing table, suspended in mid-air, then slowly descended, rose again, and descended again. It was as if an invisible hand was holding it, combing the hair of an invisible person.

Duan Feizhuo turned his gaze to the mirror on the dressing table. He was standing right in front of the mirror, which reflected his reflection holding a wind lantern.

But he wasn't the only one in the mirror.

In front of him, facing the dressing table, was a woman sitting.

She was very young, no more than thirty years old, and she was wearing a silk nightgown, holding a comb and brushing her thick black hair. Every time she combs, the comb floating in front of the mirror will move up and down.

The woman was just combing her beautiful hair, without noticing a young man with a lantern standing behind her. She seemed not to see him. This gave Duan Feizhuo an excellent opportunity. Enduring goosebumps all over his body, he slowly retreated to the door, and carefully twisted the doorknob.

squeak—

There was a tooth-piercing sound when the door opened.

The floating comb fell to the ground with a "snap". Duan Feizhuo was so frightened that he thought he had been discovered, so he hurriedly slammed the door.

Turning around, he found himself in yet another bedroom.

This time it wasn't an adult's room, but a baby's room.

There is a cradle in front of the window, and various toys are scattered on the carpet. Wind-up dolls in various military uniforms, the clockwork is covered with mottled rust marks; small wooden horses and wooden dogs, because they have been played with too many times , the paint is all peeling off; the seam bear, the arm joint is cracked, and the cotton is protruding from the wound; the doll in a beautiful little dress is missing an eye, leaving only a bottomless black hole in the face.

There was also a simple single bed in one corner of the room. Duan Feizhuo knew that it was for the nanny or tutor. Nobles never raised their children themselves, and traditionally left these tasks to servants and teachers.

Duan Feizhuo held the lamp and walked towards the cradle. Fortunately for him, it was empty. He'd been worried about a dead baby in the cradle or something...

Since there's no one here, let's move on to the next room.

As soon as this idea came up, Duan Feizhuo noticed a shadow flashing across the window glass.

It was dark outside, and the only source of light came from Duan Feizhuo's lantern, so the glass became a mirror. It vaguely reflects the figure of a young woman wearing a luxurious long dress, with long golden hair tied in a small bun behind her head.

The woman lowered her head and looked lovingly at the cradle. She raised one hand, gave the cradle a little push, and smiled.

At the same time, the cradle in the room really shook.

Duan Feizhuo remembered. Both women were part of an army of portraits painted in the foyer of Oak Manor. They are the wives of the successive Lord Perilla.

Duan Feizhuo slowly retreated towards the door.

Now he understood why the lord was so eager to tear down the wretched house. He wouldn't want to live in this kind of haunted house.

Seeing that he was about to retreat to the door, he stepped on something and made a crisp sound. He lowered his head, and it turned out to be a small wooden horse, which had already been trampled decapitated by him.

The woman in the glass was startled and turned around in surprise.

The toys scattered on the ground trembled rustlingly. The clockwork on the back of the clockwork doll starts to rotate automatically. The little wooden horse and the little wooden dog approached Duan Feizhuo with their thin limbs. The doll got up, turned its back to Duan Feizhuo, but turned its head 180 degrees, and stared at the intruder with a hollow face.

"Sorry to bother you!"

Duan Feizhuo screamed and opened the door, and jumped out backwards.

Outside is a long corridor, I don't know where it leads. He ran desperately, just hoping to get rid of the crazy ghost.

Turning a corner, Duan Feizhuo bumped into someone head-on. The reaction force bounced him away, the lantern fell out of his hand, and shattered with a "snap". The flame inside jumped twice and went out.

The corridor was plunged into darkness.

"Mr. Chester?" said the man he had run into in surprise.

"Mr. Yeats?" Duan Feizhuo burst into tears.

Someone snapped their fingers in the dark. The extinguished lantern was lit again. Yeats picked up the broken lantern, the light was much weaker and could only illuminate a small area around him. Duan Feizhuo saw him straighten his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand, and beside him was Al who was out of breath.