Although everyone felt that it was scary for Lian Youyou to step on the bones, every place she stepped on was full of silvery white flames.

That was the color of flames that no one had ever seen before. The fire can be red, blue, or the green will-o'-the-wisp in the graveyard, but no one has ever seen this silvery-white flame that is as bright as the sun shining on the sharp sword.

That pinch of wrong flames bloomed like a silver lotus under Lian Youyou's feet, and instantly burned the bones under her feet, leaving a piece of scorched earth, as if purifying the hostility and resentment of the owners of the bones, and annihilating the corpses they left here. So that their souls can break free and be free.

"Amitabha... Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time..." Fat Buddha also began to recite the Heart Sutra, and the golden Buddha's light appeared faintly on his body. When the blood-colored petals floated into his Buddha's light, they immediately dissipated and turned into a Wisps of misty white smoke scattered in all directions.

The huge chopsticks box carried Lord Coffin, Yun Yao and Fat Buddha followed Lian Youyou and slowly moved forward, flying beside the ray of golden light, heading deeper into the blood realm.

Outside the painting, everyone sitting around the stone table looked at the Ao Mei Tu in surprise, because one after another small black dots appeared on the Ao Mei Tu, and the black dots resembled It was one, another small scorched footprint.

Emperor Cheng finally calmed down, suppressed the fire of greed in his heart, took advantage of the situation and sat on the chair beside the bed, quietly looking at the weird painting. When he looked at Yao Guang again, his expression was also complicated.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "Cough, this... is what you usually do? This... Exorcising evil spirits, cough, it seems... It's not easy... Cough..." Emperor Cheng's majestic face also had A little red, but I feel that I owe these people a little on weekdays, especially in terms of salary.

Seeing that Emperor Cheng started talking, Yao Guang also had a complicated expression.

Emperor Cheng looked at him: "Sit down and talk, this is a secret place, today you and I have no ruler or minister."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yao Guang sat down and sighed first, "Everyone...is protecting the capital and this world with their lives..."

Emperor Cheng became silent. He didn't expect that behind Yao Guang's seemingly light reports, there were thrilling battles one after another, no less than any cruel battle.

The streets in the southeast part of the imperial city were particularly lively. I saw carriages full of boxes coming and stopping in front of the mansion that used to be the former residence of Taoist Huangshan.

There are also many spectators around.

"I heard that this house is still haunted in the morning, and the craftsmen were scared away! How dare they live in it?! Hey, there are really unbelievers in this world."

"Of course he doesn't believe in evil, but he is the in-laws of Prime Minister Zuo! You see, when he moved, the first and second sons of the Fu family came!"

"Yo! Really! It's not unusual for the eldest son to come, but the second son, Mr. Fu, doesn't even care about the eight doors. He came to move this in-law's house. This in-law's face is really big!"

While talking, a craftsman brought in a plaque praising the new door, which was exactly the door plaque that Fu Mingsu had ordered for Yi Jixuan earlier.

Yi Jixuan lifted the red cloth in front of everyone, and there were two big golden characters [Yi Fu] on it!

"I heard that word was written by Zuo Xiang!"

"Oh—" everyone shouted enviously. Most of the people living in the southeast district were officials below the third rank in the capital, musicians and painters in the palace, or royal cooks, and some nobles, so most of the people who came to see the excitement were acquainted with the two young masters of the Fu family.

What's more, when they heard that the two sons were coming, they asked their girls to dress up quickly, so that one day they could become neighbors with Zuo Xiang's family, and their chances of marrying Zuo Xiang would be increased.

When the girls saw that Yi Jixuan was also a handsome and handsome man, they suddenly felt that even if he couldn't marry into the prime minister's house, it would be great to be able to marry the left prime minister's in-laws.

"Who is this family?"

"It's the eldest son's uncle, who is well-known in the north! The Yi family!"

"That's the richest man!"

The plaque was hung on the door, and the servants began to move things. Although it was haunted in the morning, some well-preserved houses were also cleaned up, at least they could put things.

The servants brought out by the Yi family are also bold, maybe because the Yi family often buys private houses, they are quite calm when they enter the mansion, not afraid of ghosts at all, they just get busy.

This time Yi Jixuan also brought a lot of familiar servants, maids and cooks, a mighty twenty or so people, and his confidant old housekeeper.

As soon as everyone entered the house, they began to get busy. First, they cleaned the main hall, living room, study, bedroom, kitchen, toilet and warehouse that Yi Jixuan mainly used.

Those weeding here are weeding, and those mopping the ground over there. The antiques that Yi Jixuan likes are placed here, and the exquisite tea sets are placed there, neat and orderly.

Here, Fu Mingsu and Fu Mingrui also brought the servants of the Prime Minister's mansion, who were mainly responsible for carrying the boxes. From this one glance, it can be seen that the servants of Xiangfu are different from Yi Jixuan's servants who have seen the yin house. .

"This box is full of porcelain, be careful!" Fu Mingrui said solemnly.

The servants of the Fu family are also from the capital, so of course they know that this is a private house, so they are moving things while their scalps are numb.

Fu Mingsu led the servants to carry the boxes into the Yi Mansion. On the other side, Chen Chu and Chen Feng came.

"My lord!" They saluted in front of Fu Mingrui, and also took a sneak peek at the shady mansion next to them, feeling a little surprised that some people really dared to buy a yin hut, and even if they bought it, they actually lived in it!

Fu Mingrui gave them a wink, and the three of them reached a corner under the lintel.

"How about the land investigation?" Fu Mingrui lowered his voice.

Both of them shook their heads.

Chen Feng said: "We have been to all brothels and gambling houses, there is no such person as Wang Yi."

Chen Chu said immediately: "Wang Yi entered Beijing not long ago, and he gained a lot of fame thanks to "Ao Mei Tu", but there is really no Qiu family."

Fu Mingrui nodded, glanced at the crowds outside, and suddenly said loudly: "The artisans are not coming because they are afraid of the shady house. You bring the people from the eight gates to continue the work of the artisans and refresh the house!"

Chen Feng and Chen Chu were stunned for a moment, what? Since when did the adults of their family act for their own interests? !

Seeing them confused, Fu Mingrui yelled loudly on purpose: "Bring more people! We must finish everything today! Our eight doors are very busy, and we don't have so much time to come every day!"

"Yes!" The two of them sensed Fu Mingrui's affectation, and understood that the lord's anomaly today must have deep meaning. The two didn't ask any more questions, and immediately turned and left.

Fu Mingrui's sharp gaze scanned the crowd, so it should be lively enough.