All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 77 Asked you to catch ghosts, did you really pretend to be one?

Shen Lingxi was almost certain that the young man in front of him must be His Royal Highness King An who died two years ago.

Mu Huaian knew nothing about what Shen Lingxi saw.

He even walked up to the shadow of the young man's soul, pointed to the beam above, and said to Shen Lingxi: "His Royal Highness King An was here at that time, and he chose to hang himself with white silk at dusk. His Royal Highness was most loved by the Emperor during his lifetime." Beloved, to this day, no one knows why he chose to end his life in this way."

The boy looked up at him, didn't speak, and then looked at the sunset again.

It seemed that someone had asked this question many times in front of him, but he no longer wanted to answer it.

Shen Lingxi waved at Mu Huai'an, "Stand aside, you're about to step on him."

Mu Huaian:? ? ?

When Wang An heard this, he turned his head in surprise and looked at Shen Lingxi.

He is the son of the royal family. After his death, he was naturally buried by others. He wore a bright yellow and gold embroidered python robe and a golden crown. A sense of vulnerability.

The most memorable thing is the pair of eyes, which are so clean that they are almost transparent, with a kind of innocence that does not know the world.

As a prince, born in a deep palace, enlightened at the age of five, studied under the great Confucianism, and studied tirelessly every day, he shouldn't be so naive.

Shen Lingxi felt that this King An didn't look like a child of the royal family, but rather a son of a family who was pampered and raised in a heap of brocades and was ignorant of worldly affairs.

"Meow...meow..."

Xuetuan turned around downstairs and ran up. When he saw Wang An, he jumped up excitedly and rolled into his arms.

Wang An was pleasantly surprised, his face finally had the vigor that a young man should have.

"Snowball? Why are you here?"

"Meow."

Xue Tuan rolled around in his arms, then ran back to Shen Lingxi's side.

Wang An and Shen Lingxi met each other's eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that he confirmed that Shen Lingxi could really see him.

"Who are you?" he asked curiously.

In front of Mu Huai'an, Shen Lingxi couldn't answer, so she gave him a look.

Wang An stood up, stretched out his hand in front of Mu Huai'an, confirmed that he couldn't see him, and then turned to ask Shen Lingxi, "Are you here to find clues about the person who threw the corpse?"

Shen Lingxi blinked instead of nodding.

She didn't speak for a long time, her eyes fluttered, and Mu Huai'an finally noticed something strange.

"Shen Lingxi, what are you looking at? You're acting too much." Mu Huai'an walked up to her, leaned over, and looked at her with frowns.

Shen Lingxi looked away, "Aren't you going to catch ghosts? I'm helping you?"

"What help?"

Mu Huai'an looked around strangely.

At this moment, the sun has set, the attic is dimmed, and there is a faint cool wind blowing from nowhere, stirring the wind chimes under the eaves, making an ethereal and distant sound.

He didn't believe in gods and ghosts, but Shen Lingxi, a living person, could not help but play tricks for him in such a dark place.

"Forget it, this place has been explored many times, there is nothing to see, let's go down."

He lit the torch, walked to the stairs, and signaled Shen Lingxi to take a step ahead.

Shen Lingxi didn't move her feet, "You go down first, I'll come after I stay up alone for a while."

"You're really addicted to playing tricks." Mu Huai'an snorted lightly, said "As you like", and walked downstairs.

There is only one person, one soul and one cat soul left in the attic.

Without waiting for Shen Lingxi to inquire, Wang An said: "It's a masked man in black, carrying a bag, and when Liu Wanfu came to worship, he threw the body in the bag. I didn't see the man's appearance, but , judging from her figure, she should be a woman."

"woman?"

Shen Lingxi was startled, walked to the railing, and looked down.

The attic was three stories high, and the corpse was wrapped in a bundle. If you think of its terrifying effect, it would weigh more than ten catties no matter what.

"How did she come up?" Shen Lingxi asked.

King An pointed to the railing on the west side, "Climbed up from there."

Shen Lingxi walked over, the attic was dark, she didn't bring a torch with her, she reached out and touched the wooden railing, and finally in an inconspicuous corner, she touched a few scratches that seemed to be scratched by iron claws.

She glanced down a few times, and there was some clarity in her heart.

"Thank you." Shen Lingxi thanked him.

"You're welcome, let's go."

An Wang Piao sat down on the railing with his back to her, his legs dangling outside, swaying and swaying, his lonely back revealing a strong sense of loneliness.

"It's been so long, you still stay here, do you have a knot in your heart that you haven't let go of?" Shen Lingxi asked behind him.

The young man's back straightened slightly, as if he didn't expect Shen Lingxi to stay and ask him such a question.

After a long time, he quietly said: "I can't leave, I have to stay here."

"Can't", "have to stay".

Such words surprised Shen Lingxi.

"Why is that?" she asked in surprise.

King An shook his head, "You can't say it, you can only rest assured about this matter, and you can't tell others. If others know, it won't work."

Shen Lingxi frowned.

There is nothing in this world that can make a person, or a dead soul like air, have to stay in one place.

If there is, someone must be making trouble in the name of gods and ghosts.

Wang An's few words were enough for Shen Lingxi to deduce that the young man might have been fooled.

Shen Lingxi thought for a while, then pulled out a piece of talisman paper from her sleeve, walked up to Wang An, and shook it at him.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked mysteriously.

Wang An squinted, "It's talisman paper. When I died, this attic was covered with these."

"This is not an ordinary talisman." Shen Lingxi said with a deep expression, "The name of this talisman is 'substitute talisman'. After I make it, you just need to put your hand on this talisman and recite your birthday in your heart. It can stay here instead of you. In this way, you can go wherever you want, and there will never be any influence."

"Really?" Unspeakable surprise appeared in the boy's eyes.

Two years after his death, he was trapped in this attic all day long, and he really wanted to go out and have a look.

"It's absolutely true." Shen Lingxi clasped her hands behind her back, "You'll know when you go out and inquire. I'm a closed disciple of the Xuanqing Women's Crown, Daoist Master Miaoling."

"I've heard of you!" The young man was so excited that he floated up, "When those gardeners came to trim the flower branches, they told about your deeds, I heard about it!"

"Hey! Where is the evil running away!" He suddenly shouted in the tone of a storyteller, and made two gestures in a serious way: "'Tengkongpingping', isn't that so?"

"Meow...meow..."

Shen Lingxi: ...

Thank you very much.

In order to create the most bluffing effect and make the young man feel at ease, Shen Lingxi specially performed the rituals that were performed before, such as making formulas, chanting mantras, fighting in the sky...all of them were done again.

As soon as he stopped, he heard Mu Huai'an's voice from the stairs: "Shen Lingxi, you are really pretending to catch ghosts?"

Shen Lingxi turned her head, and saw Mu Huai'an went upstairs at some point, looking at him with astonishment.

And behind him, there was a figure dressed as a Confucian scholar in a moon-white brocade robe...

(End of this chapter)