Hei Yan also gave her a blank look: "Cut, do you really think you are the master of my highness? Hmph! If my highness hadn't been sealed by you, my highness would have eaten you in one bite now! Hmph!" Hei Yan also flicked his tail, proudly Coquettish and crazy.

"I can hear you~~~" Suddenly, Lian Youyou's voice came from behind Hei Yan, "Who wants to warm my bed~~~~"

Immediately, Hei Yan's whole body froze in the mist, his eyes straightened, and his mouth was tongue-tied, as if frozen in the air. Slowly, his smoky figure faded away as the sun broke through the morning mist.

At the gate of Jiumen, the tranquility of the past was restored again, only two white lights swaying gently in the faint white mist.

Fu Mingsu and Yi Jixuan looked at the bones in the yard, and Fu Mingsu was more puzzled than surprised. This is Huang Ye's old house. How could a painter be connected with the murder?

Whose skeleton is this? Could it be a servant of Huang Ye's family? Among high-ranking officials and nobles, it is common to beat domestic slaves to death. The family members of the deceased generally do not file a complaint. One is that they are afraid of the nobles, and the other is that many nobles will use money to send them away.

The courtyard was full of servants and Fu Mingrui's people. Fu Mingrui looked at the skeleton deeply, and Wu Guang was inspecting it for the first time.

Wu Guang inspected the skeleton carefully, and reported to Fu Mingrui: "My lord, there are cracks in the bones of the skeleton. It must have hit a hard object when he was alive. Based on the cracks, it can be judged that it is not a sharp blunt object. It should be a wall or a relatively flat place on the ground."

Fu Mingrui nodded with a dignified expression. This kind of crack can fall out as long as it falls to the ground. Therefore, this pair of skeletons does not mean that he was killed by him.

Wu Guang continued to examine: "According to the skeleton of the skeleton, it can be judged that the deceased was a male. He was less than eight feet tall, with slender and well-proportioned finger bones. He was a literati. Looking at the color and density of the bones, it can be seen that the deceased was a young man between 35 and 40 years old. .”

Yi Jixuan listened from the side and gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, so much can be seen from a pair of bones!"

"My lord, after the initial inspection, the details need to be sent back to the eight gates for further inspection by Yang Yuzuo." Wu Guang bowed his hands and stepped aside.

Fu Mingrui nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and looked at Fu Mingsu: "Brother, how old was that Huangshan Taoist when he disappeared?" In the whole haunting incident, there was one person who had to be taken care of by Fu Mingrui, and that was the mysterious disappearance that year. Huang Ye. As a former atheist, Fu Mingrui's first reaction to the mysterious disappearance of a person was that the person was likely to be killed.

Even though Fu Mingrui already knew that there were all kinds of mysterious things in this world, even if there were resentful souls, he would still be killed. As Lian Youyou said, he is in charge of the affairs of the mortal world, and he cannot rely on any gods and Buddhas.

Therefore, he still had to solve the riddle of the skeleton in front of him by Fu Mingrui.

After hearing Wu Guang's analysis, and because Fu Mingrui suddenly asked Huang Ye's age when he disappeared, Fu Mingsu began to be suspicious. Could it be that his second brother suspected that this skeleton belonged to that Huang Ye?

If it was Huang Ye, why was he thrown into the dry well?

It is impossible for Huang Ye's family not to know about dumping the dirt in the dry well, unless... this is with the permission of Huang Ye's family.

"Hiss... I think this case is getting more and more interesting." Yi Jixuan analyzed it with interest, "If this remains of Huang Ye really belonged to you, why didn't his family report the death of such a famous painter? Officer? Do you have to come up with a legend?"

Fu Mingsu was also thinking deeply at the side: "At that time, because his disappearance was a myth, the price of his painting has doubled several times, and now it is worth thousands of dollars." Fu Mingsu is an authority when it comes to selling paintings.

Yi Jixuan raised his eyebrows: "Covering up the truth of Huang Ye's death is just to raise the price of paintings? No matter how I think about it, I feel that a family of painters doesn't have such a smart business mind. I can't even think of such a method. Tsk, besides, as long as the artist dies, the price of his paintings will go up, how could his family let him die without knowing why?"

"Unless Huang Ye's family knows the truth about Huang Ye's death." Fu Mingsu's eyes glowed coldly, "Even, he participated."

Yi Jixuan curled his lips and nodded: "No one can guess what happened in the past. Looking at his injury, he probably died when he hit the wall when he was fighting with his wife, hahahaha—"

Yi Jixuan's joke made everyone think.

No one could have guessed what happened in the past.

When Fu Mingrui first joined the Eight Doors, he handled an unimaginable case. The deceased in that case fell into a puddle and drowned himself!

Everything on the scene was incredible. First of all, the puddle was on the ground, and it was really only as big as a face. The deceased would be able to stand up and drown alive in such a small puddle. Of course, the family members thought it was murder.

As a result, the autopsy found that the deceased suddenly became dizzy while walking, and fell forward only an inch, buried his face in the puddle, and drowned alive.

From then on, Fu Mingrui put a question mark on the truth he saw. Because what you see may not be true.

Therefore, the pile of bones in front of him has been buried under the dung for nearly fifty years. Perhaps the descendants of Huang Ye who are still alive may not be able to explain clearly what happened in the past.

However, with the bones, people can be arrested.

Fu Mingrui looked at Chen Lidao and Chen Chu deeply, and gave an order: "Arrest them!"

"Yes!" Chen Lidao and Chen Chu immediately waved their hands and led people to arrest them!

"Ming Rui, if you arrest people like this, what if others don't recognize you?" Yi Jixuan asked worriedly, "There are so many people in this house, the Huang family can be said to be killed by other people."

Fu Mingrui smiled confidently. Before he could open his mouth, Fu Mingsu had already smiled and said, "Brother, you can tell how long this corpse has been buried. The operation of the eight doors is amazing. And there are also people in the dry well." More clues can be found to prove that the bones were from fifty years ago, and fifty years ago was when the Huang family lived here. So, don't worry."

Yi Jixuan's eyes showed admiration: "As expected of the most powerful yamen in the Qian Dynasty!"

Fu Mingrui looked around: "Besides, this house has been haunted by ghosts, and all the people who wanted to move in were driven away. Perhaps, some clues remained."

Everyone nodded. The other party was haunted because people couldn't stop coming in. However, just because no one lived in, the house was kept empty, and some evidence and clues were preserved.

"Clean up, everyone, go back to the eight doors!" Fu Mingrui gave an order, and everyone started to clean up.

Among the busy figures, a gust of wind slowly drifted past the crowd, and the invisible black shadow was like smoke and mist. It bypassed the crowd and flew towards the eaves behind Fu Mingrui and the others.

Hei Yan was crouching on the eaves, his mind turned, he blinked, showing a gloomy expression.