He was written on the stone with red cinnabar and threw it into the stream. The incident caused Jiang Meng to lose the three souls. Lu Jingming did not tell Jiang Meng. It was mainly because Jiang Meng's three souls had just returned to his body and were still unstable. He still needed to be calm and meticulous in his care. If he had told Jiang Meng that he was plotted against him at that time, then Jiang Meng would not be able to remain stable. He would definitely start the investigation in a hurry.

However, Lu Jingming later investigated all the people who went camping that day. Except for a few of them who seemed to have really come into contact with some tricks, they were not purely novice. The rest of them were simply curious and joined in the fun. Especially the initiator of this camping, there seemed to be an elder in the family who was born in a wild path, and he was the most suspicious one. However, that person had never had contact with Jiang Meng and had no grudges. There was no reason to simply find someone to practice.

The investigation was in a deadlock for a while, so Jiang Meng came to tell him about the smell of his ex-fiancee, which also provided some clues to his investigation.

Seeing that Lu Jingming was investigating quietly, Jiang Meng said helplessly: "What's more direct than asking me, the person involved, what's coming? You didn't even tell me about this. I told me at least, so I'll be careful."

Lu Jingming looked at him with a funny look: "Then, do you have any clues to provide? Who did you celebrate the festival with whom did you celebrate the camping trip?"

Jiang Meng didn't say anything for a long time, and finally said: "It's the first time I've seen those people. If I hadn't been worried about Yang Ping being unsafe outside at night, I wouldn't have followed her. It was decided to follow her temporarily the night before."

If this weren't the case, he would have thought about it in a bad direction long ago, so why would he always feel that it was an accident?

"But I was about to marry Yang Ping before. If Yang Ping was unwilling to marry me, then just go back on her word. You won't have to murder. If I murdered after getting married, I can still think about the property, but now it makes no sense."

Lu Jingming said: "Maybe Yang Ping is not aware of it, but she is just being used by someone. I will find out this matter clearly. If you wear this amulet on your body, I have prepared two for you. If there is any situation, at least one more backup. This is what I specifically asked Senior Si Yang to draw. The effect is better than the one that costs 50,000 per picture in that small shop. 200,000. Remember to return it to me."

Jiang Meng smiled and hooked Lu Jingming's neck: "Who is the brother and I will follow whom!"

Lu Jingming opened his hand: "Who is with your brother? I am really impressed by you this time!"

Lan Jinxiu's meeting was a little too long. Seeing that it was too late, he invited his company's subordinates to have a midnight snack. When he came back, he only had street lights and didn't even have a picture. Lan Jinxiu sat in the back seat of the car, holding the desserts packaged from the restaurant in his hand. He didn't like sweets, but Si Yang seemed to like sweets. On several occasions, he saw Si Yang peeling candy and eating them. Although he knew it was a little late, he couldn't help but packing one. Looking at the empty road outside, it seemed that this dessert should not be delivered today.

Just as he was thinking about this, when passing by Si Yang's house, Lan Jinxiu still asked the driver to drive slowly, and then he happened to see Si Yang open the door. He almost shouted to stop the car anxiously. When he got off the car with a packed box, his eyes looking at Si Yang seemed to be glowing: "It's so late, are you going out?"

Si Yang smiled: "Have you just got off work?"

Lan Jinxiu nodded and handed the packing box at him: "The desserts in this restaurant are delicious. I packed one and you can try it."

Without opening Si Yang, he could smell the sweet smell, and he didn't be polite to Lan Jinxiu, and took it with a smile.

Lan Jinxiu said: "Where are you going, I'll send it to you."

Si Yang did not answer, but turned Lan Jinxiu with a strange look: "Do you want to watch a ghost movie?"

The towering stone walls of the palace gate and the solemn and gorgeous palace. Even in the dark and uninhabited late at night, the majestic building complex still shows the pride of people's wisdom and sweat and blood more than 500 years ago.

Perhaps the magnificent palace was too easy for Si Yang to build, and he was not a few of the magnificent buildings like the Forbidden City. The magnificent palace of the Nine Heavens and the majestic dragon hall under the deep sea are just a drop in the ocean compared to it. However, this is only a small palace for Si Yang, but the Forbidden City, which is only a small palace, has a different thickness.

There were dark ripples in my eyes, and scenes of the past flashed in Si Yang's eyes. The hard-working people with naked upper body and hunched back and carrying thick bricks and stones. They put on their gorgeous clothes and sat upright on them to look down at the emperor who looked down at the people. Whether for that seat or for the men on the seat, generations of people have been constantly performing historical reincarnation.

Some people die here, and some people are glorious here.

One man who once symbolized supreme power passed through this land, looking at the beautiful rivers and mountains outside through the city walls piled up by countless lives. This small palace was once glorious and brilliant, and had been baptized by war, witnessing the replacement of time and time, and still stands firm.

Five hundred years, Yu Siyang is actually just a flash of his fingers, but it is really a long number for ordinary people. This is the heaviness that Si Yang Neng can feel but cannot experience.

Lan Jinxiu stood by with a food box in his hand, looking at the Forbidden City Hall, which was no one late at night. It was impossible to say that there was no fur. So he had to focus all his attention on Si Yang to distract his mind, and some fears were all fantasized by people. Seeing Si Yang staring at the hall in a daze, Lan Jinxiu asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Si Yang smiled: "I have seen a lot of glory and death, generations of emperors, and the blood stained in this hall. For this supreme seat, this palace carries too many things."

Lan Jinxiu couldn't help asking, "Are there many...ghosts here?"

"It may be somewhere else, but not in this Golden Palace."

Lan Jinxiu turned to look at the dragon throne: "Is there no emperor who is unwilling to die, and he has to guard his dragon throne even if he is a ghost?"

Si Yang walked directly to the dragon chaise, sat down without hesitation, and waved to Lan Jinxiu: "Come on, come on, experience the feeling of being an emperor, you can't sit here during the day."

Lan Jinxiu looked at Si Yang, a helpless smile flashed in his eyes, and then sat on Si Yang's wishes.

Si Yang opened the food box that Lan Jinxiu had been carrying, and a sweet smell spread. The finely crafted pastries were like blooming roses, and gold foil powder was sprinkled on the petals, making them look delicate and gorgeous. Si Yang picked up one and took a bite. It was sweet but not greasy, but the ingredients may be very good for ordinary people, but it was a little worse for him, so the taste was not that amazing.

Si Yang said while eating: "This dragon chaise is not a real dragon chaise. How could there be a dead emperor's unwilling soul? Moreover, the dragon energy in the Golden Palace can be held to the ordinary ghosts, and they dare not get close to it."

Lan Jinxiu said: "I have heard people before that the yin and yang path with a hundred steps, the ghost wall with palace maids, and the reflection of water in the dry well. Although it was later explained by some scientists in the exploration program from a scientific perspective, many people would rather believe that there are ghosts than those so-called scientific explanations."

Si Yang asked him: "Then do you want to meet?"

Lan Jinxiu, who was taking the snacks out of the food box and handing them to Si Yang, gave a slight meal: "Aren't you just taking me to see the ghost movie today?"

Si Yang smiled and patted the desserts on his hand: "Let's go, I'll see if there are any useful ghosts here."

Lan Jinxiu put the snack he had just taken back, nodded, stood up and followed quietly behind Si Yang.

There are naturally no ghosts in the main hall. If you want to say that the cleanest part of the entire Forbidden City is probably the Golden Palace. But it is hard to say that in this harem.

The palaces in the TV series have been beautified in various ways. Even if the real Forbidden City harem has been artificially repaired, it still looks a bit dilapidated. What is slightly better is the palaces that are open to the public. Some of the locked palaces have faded, leaving only the mottled marks of time gently caressing.

After coming to the most yin place in the Forbidden City, Si Yang threw a few small stones on the ground casually. Lan Jinxiu instantly felt a trance of overlapping spaces, but the feeling was fleeting. Waiting for him to feel it carefully, he couldn't feel it.

Si Yang seemed a little surprised by his sensitivity, looked at him and explained: "We came here secretly. Although the Forbidden City is big, there are people patrolling and guarding it. So as not to scare people later, it is better to prevent it in advance."

“Precaution?”

Si Yang smiled and said, "It's just a simple trick. Even if someone comes over, he can't see anything."

Lan Jinxiu nodded. It was indeed time to prevent it in advance. If the noise was too big, maybe tomorrow's newspaper headlines would be the haunted news of the Forbidden City.

Si Yang flipped his hand and there was a white jade cup in his hand. Lan Jinxiu subconsciously glanced at him twice. He had a short-sleeved T-shirt and casual jeans, and he was very youthful, sunny and simple. He didn't wear a bag on his body, and he didn't bulge in his pocket just now, so this slightly larger white jade cup shouldn't have been taken out of his pocket.

Si Yang said to him: "Give me some of your blood."

Lan Jinxiu stretched out his hand without hesitation. Si Yang's nails gently stroked Lan Jinxiu's fingertips, and a few drops of blood dripped into the jade cup. Si Yang let go of Lan Jinxiu's hand and threw a small jar into his hand: "I'll give it to you, just apply a little on the wound."

Lan Jinxiu did as he said, and the wound on his finger that was cut by Si Yang healed instantly after applying ointment. Lan Jinxiu subconsciously pinched his fingers, and it really healed to the point where the wound just now was an illusion.

Before he could come back to his senses from the magical wound, he saw a burst of white smoke suddenly appearing from the white jade cup that dripped with his blood. At the moment when the white smoke rose, it was originally quiet and there was no environment without a trace of breeze suddenly blew a gust of cold wind, the grass and trees were alarmed, and the sand and stones flew away.

Although there was a cold wind, I don’t know if it was because he couldn’t see it. Lan Jinxiu didn’t see any ghost. As soon as he thought about this, he suddenly felt that his calves seemed to be swept by something. The jade cup of white smoke in Si Yang’s hand was rolling even harder, and Lan Jinxiu could even hear the sound of boiling water rolling.

Suddenly, Lan Jinxiu felt a thrust on his back. He couldn't hold it steady and was pushed forward by this force.

Si Yang turned his head slightly and glanced at him, and said in a deep voice: "Rareless!"

As Si Yang finished speaking, Lan Jinxiu clearly felt a force of gravity pressing down. At that moment, the whole world was still, it was really still, so quiet that there was no sound at all.

Then, Si Yang said to Lan Jinxiu: "I've watched the ghost movie." After that, he put the white jade cup into Lan Jinxiu's hand.

In the dilapidated palace that was originally empty and unknown, a large group of people suddenly knelt in front of them. The people were wearing gray clothes that could not be seen in color and pattern. Those who were far away could not see clearly, but those who were closer could still see the style of the clothes, including robe skirts, flag clothes, some were combed in buns, some were wearing flag heads, and some had hair, and some male ghosts with half a head shaved.
Chapter completed!