Nightmare Attack

"Tsk. Jiang Cheng first glanced at Xiaowan, then turned his head and stared at Fatty for a while, looking up and down, feeling that he seemed to have discovered a new way for Fatty to open his eyes.

"Master." Xiaowan suddenly asked, "Where did you get the kit in your hand?"

She didn't notice it before because she was separated by the curtain. Now that she came out of the curtain, her eyes were immediately attracted by the kit, and she even ignored the fat man who was watching eagerly.

"Do you know this tip?" Jiang Cheng asked back.

"Of course." Xiaowan looked very excited: "This is my wedding gift to Sister Xuanji. She promised me that she will always wear it. Why is it in your hands?"

Mystery

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, it seemed that this was the female ghost's name.

In other words, it is her stage name in this beautiful fairy garden.

"But isn't Sister Xuanji dead?" Xiaowan frowned and asked, "How come her things are on you? Who are you?"

Xiaowan was really scared now, and the way she looked at Jiang Cheng changed, "You were sent by Mr. Huang!" She said angrily, "Isn't that right?!"

"No." Jiang Cheng handed the peeled pear over in a leisurely manner, raised his eyes, and said very calmly: "Don't be nervous, speak slowly if you have anything to say."

Looking into Jiang Cheng's eyes, Xiaowan actually slowly calmed down, then she took the pear from his hand by some strange coincidence and sat across from him.

"That's why I came here. I hope I can get justice for Xuanji." Jiang Cheng said with a serious face: "You don't want her to die in an unknown way, right?"

Xiao Wan nodded and said after a long while: "I also think it's strange that Sister Xuanji died. She just married into the Huang Mansion a few days ago, and she was in good health when she left. Why did she suddenly contract an illness and die?"

"Don't be so fast, take your time." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and placed it on Xiaowan's leg. He rubbed it comfortingly and said seriously, "Let's start with how Master Huang and Xuanji met."

Gradually, as Xiaowan tells it, the story between Mr. Huang and the brothel woman named Xuanji begins little by little.

Just as they thought, Mr. Huang loves to watch operas, and the number one mystery in Mei Xian Yuan is known as the most outstanding of both musical arts.

The young girl in front of them, Xiao Wan, was as famous as Xuanji for her skills.

In this way, the mystery came into Master Huang's field of vision.

Mr. Huang is a talented and charming person, his painting skills are even more amazing, and he is very protective of mysteries.

Soon, the two came together as written in a novel about a talented man and a beautiful lady.

But the Huang family is considered a big and well-known family in the local area. How could they accept a brothel girl? Master Huang was furious about this matter and even threatened to sever ties with Young Master Huang.

"But in the end, Master Huang still married Sister Xuanji into the family." Xiaowan said with a hint of envy.

When she said this, her tone suddenly paused, and an unnatural look appeared on her face. "Young Master also knows about us," she pinched her fingers and whispered, "Women like us can only get married at night. , there were no gongs and drums, and there would be no one to see him off. Only a few people from the husband's family would come and carry him in quietly in a small sedan chair, and no one would dare to say anything. "

"I gave this tip bag to Sister Xuanji before that night." Xiaowan recalled: "At that time, Sister Xuanji also took away a maid who was always with her."

"That maid is quite pitiful. She is an orphan. Sister Xuanji is worried that if she leaves, she will be bullied if she is left alone."

"Doctors are awesome!" Fatty shouted loudly in his heart.

"So you suspect that Mr. Huang was the one who manipulated it?" Jiang Cheng got to the point as he probably understood the matter.

"Yes." Xiaowan nodded fiercely, "Who else could have done it besides him? It's a pity that Mr. Huang." Xiaowan then sighed, "I heard that after sister Xuanji died, he also went crazy. ”

"Master Huang is really passionate about Miss Xuanji." Jiang Cheng said with emotion.

"Indeed." Xiaowan nodded repeatedly, "Master Huang once painted a painting for Sister Xuanji. The sister in the painting was particularly beautiful. My sister gave the painting to me before she got married. Later, after the accident, my sister's family came to see me. I thought they were really pitiful, so I gave the painting to them."

mysterious family

Jiang Cheng suddenly became interested, "Did they take that painting away?"

"Yes, he is sister Xuanji's father. He used to visit her secretly, but my sister seems to be quite resistant to this father, so she doesn't see him very often."

"What does that person do?"

"I heard that they are also opera singers." Xiao Wan showed a rather strange expression, "But unlike us, they sing in vain, that kind of death opera, they use paper people, paper horses and so on. ”

As if worried that Jiang Cheng wouldn't understand, Xiaowan explained in more detail.

"My sister's father is a troupe leader. I once heard my sister talk about it after she was drunk. It was because my father was not doing his job properly that he sold me here, so I have never forgiven him."

"Ghost show?" Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes.

Hearing the word ghost, Xiaowan subconsciously rejected it. She swallowed and said, "It should be similar. That person looked weird, thin and short, with a strange appearance. His face was very long, and his eyes seemed to be able to "You can see through people's hearts, and standing next to him is like being in an ice cellar," she added.

Seemingly thinking of something, Jiang Cheng asked for pen and paper and started drawing on it. After a while -

"Is it him?" Jiang Cheng picked up the painting and asked Xiaowan.

The moment she saw the painting, Xiaowan was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's him." She looked at Jiang Cheng with doubtful eyes and asked, "Master, have you met him before?"

"I've seen it before, but I'm not familiar with it."

Xiaowan nodded slightly, "No wonder."

The fat man stretched his neck and wanted to come over and take a look at the painting, but before he could get closer, the painting was put away by Jiang Cheng.

"Do you know where Xuanji's father is now?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Xiao Wan thought for a while and shook her head: "The troupes who sing this kind of opera usually live outside the city, but you can go to Luogu Lane to have a look. He mentioned it there last time he came here."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng stood up and prepared to leave.

"Master, please wait a moment." Xiaowan stood up and called Jiang Cheng. Then, with the fat man's envious eyes, Xiaowan took out a sign tied with a red string from an exquisite wooden box.

I don’t know the brand and what kind of material it is made of, but it feels very good when I touch it in my hand.

The word "wan" is engraved on the front.

"Master, please accept it." Xiaowan said, "This is my sign. Next time you can come to me with the sign. This will avoid a lot of trouble."

"Sister Xuanji treats me very well. Please tell me once things develop," she said sincerely.

Jiang Cheng accepted the sign and replied: "Definitely."

After leaving Meixianyuan, Fatty couldn't wait to get closer. Before he could open his mouth, he saw Jiang Cheng's cold face and said in an unusually calm tone: "It's Butler Zhou."