Suddenly, a cool breeze blew the branches of the pomegranate tree so much more.

Feng Cheng and Lu Xuan carefully approached the woodshed to find out.

There was no window in the woodshed room, and two dilapidated doors were covered with silence. Through the crack of the door, you could see Ouyang kneeling down toward a certain place and kowtowed.

Feng Cheng and Lu Xuan looked at each other and continued to look in.

Just like what I saw in front of the pomegranate tree, Ouyang kowtowed and recited silently for a while, and started burning paper money again.

There was a lot of firewood piled up in the woodshed, and Ouyang was very careful in his movements.

The smell of burning paper money gradually drifted outside the door.

When the clouds surging in the middle of the night, the nose is filled with this smell, which inevitably makes people feel cool.

Looking at the woman with a pale face and burning paper money, Feng Cheng thought silently: If she appears at this time, she will be scared to death without wearing a mask.

Ouyang packed up the burned ashes and stood up, carrying the basket and walked out lightly.

Feng Cheng and Lu Xuan hid immediately, watched Ouyang walk out of the woodshed and cover the door, and then head to the kitchen.

Feng Cheng wanted to keep up, but Lu Xuan pulled him for a while.

She looked at him with a tilted head.

Lu Xuan shook his head gently and signaled her not to move.

Not long after, Ouyang walked out of the kitchen, which was much faster than staying in front of the pomegranate tree and in the woodshed.

Feng Cheng was not stingy to give the boy next to him a look of "Fortunately you reminded me."

Lu Xuan raised his lips with reserve.

Ouyang looked around, raised his sleeves and wiped his forehead with cold sweat, and slipped into the main house with his hands and feet.

Feng Cheng and Lu Xuan approached the window of the east room and listened for a while, and there was no other sound except for the snoring that had never stopped.

Lu Xuan pulled Feng Cheng and pointed to the courtyard gate.

Feng Cheng nodded.

It is obvious that you will not gain anything if you stay.

The two quickly climbed out of the courtyard wall and walked on the empty street.

Feng Cheng whispered to Ye Feng: "Ouyang Qing's wife's behavior is so strange tonight. Why did she burn paper money under the pomegranate tree and then go to the woodshed to burn it?"

Later, when I entered the kitchen, it was not difficult to guess that it must have been dealing with the ashes left by burning paper money.

Lu Xuan thought for a while and said, "The biggest possibility is that both of the corpses were buried."

"All buried?"

"For example, I was buried in one place, but later I was worried that someone would find it, so I switched to another place. In order to seek peace of mind, the woman burned paper in both places."

"If so, we must determine where we are buried."

"No need." Lu Xuan said with a relaxed tone, "Whether it is buried under a pomegranate tree or in a woodshed, you will know that you will dig it up by then."

Feng Cheng patted his forehead: "I'm the one who is so stubborn."

Lu Xuan was right, there was no need to make a choice, just dig it all out.

As for the possibility that corpses could not be dug out in both places, Feng Cheng believed that there was almost no.

The Ouyang family has never moved, but has expanded the house, and the corpses of the master and servant are undoubtedly in this house.

"You should know more about the victim's message. From tomorrow, I will arrange for people to come and watch every night, so you can stay at home with peace of mind."

Feng Cheng hesitated for a moment and swallowed the two victims.

If the person Lu Xuan arranged for nothing, it would not be too late for her to find a suitable excuse to bring it up.

"Lu Xuan, let's separate at the intersection." Feng Cheng pointed to the front.

Lu Xuan looked at her indifferently: "I'll send you back to the Shangshu Mansion first."

"That's thank you." Feng Cheng did not refuse.

Before the two of them could reach the intersection, a gust of wind blew and raindrops as big as beans fell.

The rain fell rapidly, which caught Feng Cheng off guard.

Lu Xuan's reaction was much faster.

He grabbed Feng Cheng's wrist and took her to the eaves of a shop on the street.

It was raining like a splash, and the rain curtains quickly hung under the eaves.

Feng Cheng looked at the endless rain curtain and murmured: "Will it thunder?"

Lu Xuan moved his eyebrows gently.

Feng Cheng seems to be particularly concerned about "thunder".

Inexplicably, she remembered the sudden thunder and rain that night, and she sincerely told him to be careful of being struck by lightning.

Lu Xuan looked at the girl beside him and came to the conclusion: she was afraid of thunder.

It seems normal for girls to be afraid of thunder.

Lu Xuan decided to comfort the other party: "It won't thunder, it will rarely thunder in this season--"

Before he finished speaking, a thunder exploded, and even the earth seemed to be shaking.

Lu Xuan held the corner of his lips awkwardly.

Feng Cheng took a step back with a white face, and his back was tightly against the cold wall.

One hand stretched out and held her hand.

The boy's hands are clearly linked, and the girl's hands are slender and soft.

In the middle of the night when it was raining heavily, the two suddenly shook hands and made them stunned at the same time.

Lu Xuan quickly let go of his hand, looking as if nothing had happened: "Don't be afraid, it's just thunder."

The dark night quietly covered the boy's red ears.

Feng Cheng closed his palms and smiled: "I'm not afraid."

It’s more about awe than fear.

Even the emperor can be struck to death by lightning.

Anyway, she doesn't like thunder.

"I'm not afraid, your face is still so white?"

Feng Cheng raised his hand and touched his cheek, wondering: "Didn't my face always be white?"

She had also been distressed before, thinking that a big white face was too roux-free, until she found out that she could pretend to be sick at any time, so she decided to let it go.

Isn’t rouge just used, you can buy more and better-looking new rouge if you use it faster.

Lu Xuan thought about it and said nothing.

It’s good that he’s not afraid, he’s not the one who cares about it.

The boy held his hands and looked at the endless rain curtain in a daze.

When he was a child, he went out to play with his second brother and encountered such a rain.

It's boundless, as if you can't wait.

Later, they couldn't help but run home in the rain, and my second brother fell ill that night.

My mother was so angry that she beat him with the flower branches inserted in the vase.

The obviously very thin branches were whipped on the body but it felt like a heart-wrenching pain.

Those servants who did not take good care of them have never seen each other again because they were punished and sent to the village.

He doesn't like rain, especially heavy rain.

This reminds him of his second brother who fell ill and the flower branches that were whipping on him.

"Lu Xuan." The girl's voice was clearly heard in the sound of rain.

Lu Xuan looked at her.

Feng Cheng is still dressed in men's clothes tonight, but there is no disguise on his face.

My cheeks were wet by the raindrops flying obliquely into the eaves, and my bright eyes, which were as clear as water, were wet.

Lu Xuan suddenly wondered what she was going to say.

Maybe...she wants to tell her thoughts?

For example, why are you more used to calling his name?

Lu Xuan silently decided that no matter what Feng Cheng said, he would not laugh at her.

And when he thought about this, he unconsciously felt a little expectation.

"Do you like cats very much?"

"What do you like?" Lu Xuan thought he heard it wrong.

"Catique." Feng Cheng bent the corners of his lips, and he felt happy when he thought of Lai Fu.

When she was Lai Fu, she was very glad to meet a cat-loving boy.

Lu Xuan was silent for a moment and confirmed again: "You said the cat who is as fat, greedy as Lai Fu and likes to rush toward people?"
Chapter completed!