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Text 292. Marshal Wang Was Assassinated

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    Yun Song touched the costumes with his hands.

    It was bitingly cold.

    It is indeed related to sneaking.

    At this time Wu Yinyang said again: "You reach out and touch the pocket inside the theater robe."

    Yun Song stretched out his hand to touch, and suddenly touched the rough and soft paper.

    He fumbled out the paper.

    It's a handful of paper money!

    Wu Yinyang said in a low voice: "These paper money appeared inside last night."

    Yun Song asked: "What does this mean?"

    Wu Yinyang didn't answer, and he went to open the box next to him. There were also theater robes inside, but the torn clothes were in rags.

    He laid out the costumes one by one for Yun Song to see, and asked, "Did the real person find anything?"

    Yun Song looked intently.

    The hood of the first costume was cut off.

    The hood, sleeves and trouser legs of the second gown were all cut off.

    The third costume was torn into tatters

    He saw Wu Yinyang's dignified expression, and knew what it represented, but he didn't see what it represented, so he decided to check his tone¡ª¡ª

    He took a deep breath, his face darkened, his eyes were sharp, and he said, "This, is this"

    Having said that, he didn't go any further, but looked at Wu Yinyang in shock.

    Wu Yinyang nodded and said: "That's right, the three major tortures of beheading, dismembering the body by five horses, and Ling Chi! In addition, there are theater robes representing other ways of death, as well as car cracking, beheading, etc., and there are paper money inside!"

    As he spoke, he rummaged through some opera robes and took out the paper money in his pocket.

    Not only the yellow paper money that Yun Song touched just now, but also gold ingots, silver ingots, etc. Wu Yinyang also showed these things to Yun Song.

    Obviously, there is something wrong with these paper money.

    Yun Song looked carefully and quickly discovered the problem:

    Gold and silver ingots and Kongfang paper money are not only different in style, but also in different batches, or different sources.

    Even if they are all gold ingots, it can be seen that the gold foil paper they use is different, the way they are folded is different, and the time they are produced is also different depending on the degree of fading of the gold foil paper!

    The difference between Kongfang paper money is even more obvious. Their paper is different: that is, the yellow paper used to make paper money is different, some are thick and some are thin, and some have words written on them.  Same.

    Wu Yinyang asked with a gloomy face: "The demons who came last night were not one or a group. They came one after another and left these things behind."

    Yun Song asked: "What does Captain Wu guess they mean?"

    Wu Yinyang sighed, and said: "Although the Taoist priest is young, but Master Qian's family is full of praise for you, then you should be young and promising."

    "However, the Taoist priest is not a native of our country, so he probably doesn't know about our funeral group and funeral opera. We can't just sing this kind of opera"

    "Every time you sing, you have to draw ghosts from Fengdu." Yun Song interrupted him.

    Wu Yinyang nodded: "Yes, so our identities and our outfits are easy to attract sneaky people, so according to the rules, we mostly go to the employer's house during the day."

    "But Master Qian sent us a very urgent message, so we had no choice but to go on the road at night, and according to the rules left by the graduation ceremony, we must not make any noise when we drive at night, we must shield our five senses and seal our six senses, and try not to let ghosts and ghosts notice us.  .¡±

    "It's a pity that you made trouble last night!"

    "So you guessed that there were ghosts in the mountains staring at you at that time, and then they came to trouble you when you fell asleep at night?" Yun Song asked.

    Wu Yinyang nodded: "That's right, the Taoist priest is right."

    "Our funeral drama is to play the life of the dead, and finally bring the ghost of the dead out of the ground."

    "So if I'm not mistaken, they came to give us a notice last night, informing us about their death conditions, let us perform the funeral according to their death conditions, and then they will return with their upper bodies!"

    Yun Song said: "Then guess, will they come tonight?"

    Wu Yinyang said: "They will definitely come. Even if they don't come to trouble us, they still have to see if we are performing a funeral show. They are eyeing us!"

    Yun Song said lightly: "Okay, the poor man will wait for them here tonight!"

    Wu Yinyang said: "The Taoist priest is a responsible person."

    Generally, there is nothing to do during the day. After lunch and tasting Shuanghu soup, Yun Song went back to the house to explain.

    Both Hu Jinzi and Pidrill are talking aboutWhile patting, they shouted excitedly: "Crush and reassemble again!"  Come play again!

    Under the collapse of the claws, the broken limbs of the Broken Ghost turned into Yinfeng, and this time they were finally photographed without a trace.

    A Bao got up in a daze, pinched his waist and looked at Linghu Yun who was on the bed: Do you think I'm awesome?

    Linghu Yi was still dead on the bedside, but one of its front paws was raised and pointed to the north corner of the wall.

    There are also ghost faces appearing from the corner of the wall, and there are more than one ghost face!

    Yun Song turned around.

    These ghosts fled in haste.

    run!

    Yun Song chased after him, but when he got outside, he saw that the ghosts had been blocked by Hu Jinzi and Pidrill outside, and seeing their confrontation, these ghosts were still being held down and beaten!

    There was no need for him to intervene, and he returned through the wall.

    After returning home, the yard was clear, cold and empty.

    Seeing this, he shook his head, this funeral group is really incapable of scaring such a group of ghosts like this?

    However, considering that most of these ghosts are evil ghosts full of resentment, it is really difficult for ordinary people to deal with them.

    He went back to the room and waited all night with a pile of opera robes and singing tools. In the second half of the night, ghosts still came. In this way, with the assistance of Abao, Hu Jinzi and others, he didn't need to use the ghost body at all.  Just split it.

    He had a good time hacking this night, and collected more than a dozen coins!

    Soon after dawn, he estimated that there would be no more ghosts coming to prepare for a rest, but just as he went to bed with his arms around Abao and Linghuxi and closed his eyes, the sound of horseshoes and some faint shouts suddenly sounded on the street outside Qian's house.

    Soon the door of Qian's house slammed, someone opened the door and someone yelled: "Something happened, something happened, Marshal Wang was assassinated! Dead people are dead, Marshal Wang was assassinated!" It took me a second to remember the address of this site.
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