"The concubine has already said that she has been living at the foot of the mountain, and she occasionally heard something like that. What's so strange about it?

Besides, maybe the servant of the Qiu Sheng family went to her 'yard' for a 'walk' when he came down from the mountain and told her?"

Luo Yuer nodded.

She finally understood why Qiu Sheng had a sudden "attack" last night and turned into a ghost.

"After the resentful mandrill ghost transformed," Zhao Han said, "they specialize in sucking the essence of the human body. If you look at their faces, it is a sign that the essence has been lost.

Girl, do you know what it feels like to have all your essence sucked dry, or to be sucked dry by a ghost?

That’s called comfort…”

Zhao Han smiled.

Luo Yuer felt chilly all over her body.

"I understand," she said, "before the civil servant left last night, he specifically asked Chang Meng if he wanted to go see paintings together.

He is afraid that if Chang Meng follows him, he will have a powerful opponent, right?"

"Six sixty six." Zhao Han said.

"What six?" Luo Yu'er said.

Zhao Han smiled mysteriously: "That is to say, silly girl, you are not completely stupid either."

"You are stupid..."

Luo Yuer understood everything.

It turns out that every move of these people last night was full of evil intentions.

Four living human lives disappeared into smoke just because of the word "greed".

Luo Yuer asked Zhao Han again, since you knew that Mr. Qiu was going to harm people, why didn't you save them earlier?

Zhao Han said that I was just passing by. I was not a god. Qiu Sheng had not turned into a ghost before. How could I have known it earlier?

I only found out when Qiu Sheng came back and said that civil servants harmed people.

Luo Yuer asked why.

Zhao Han said that at that time, Qiu Sheng said that he had fallen into the water, climbed up to the shore and ran back, so his clothes should have been soaked and stuck to his body.

"Girl, do you still remember what Mr. Qiu's clothes looked like at that time?"

The wind blows the white clothes and flies all over the sky.

Luo Yuer remembered.

Therefore, from that time on, Zhao Han knew that Qiu Sheng did not fall into the water and that he was lying.

Qiu Sheng must have wanted to hide something, or had some ulterior motive. He also begged Luo Yu'er and others to save people, and said he was willing to use the collection as reward.

"This is called 'moving people with emotion and tempting them with benefits'."

Zhao Han said, "A few people went to admire paintings late at night, and suddenly someone screamed, and then a man appeared, telling lies to trick people into going to the backyard.

Tell me, what good things can he do?"

Luo Yuer suddenly realized.

"But you still went crazy.

Be honest, girl.

I followed you with great admiration, and as a result, I saw the scene of Qiu Sheng performing ghost magic.

When I saw it, oh, isn’t this the legendary ‘Grudge Mandrill’…”

Zhao Han kept talking.

Luo Yuer looked at him.

Things were so urgent last night, how come this guy didn't seem to be affected at all and saw through everything?

Where did his weird knowledge come from?

Last night I wanted to go to the backyard to save someone, but he blocked me from going. It was for my own good, but I also pushed him down...

"I'm sorry for last night," Luo Yuer said, "Are you okay?"

"It hurts a little." Zhao Han said.

"Ah? Where does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

"..."

Luo Yuer remembered something, pointed at the military attache on the ground and said:

"Chang Meng arrived here late last night. Why didn't you save him?"

"He?" Zhao Han smiled, "As for this man, he is the most innocent one among these people.

But don’t you hate this person very much?”

"Yes, but this is a human life after all, you..."

With a pop, Chang Meng's corpse bounced up from the ground!

"Spare my life!"

Chang Meng knelt down in front of Zhao Han and Luo Yu'er, and slapped himself:

"Mr. Qiu, Master Qiu, I offended you with my bad mouth. I have a life of shame, please spare me...

Immortal, please use your magic to save me, Immortal..."

He caught a glimpse of Zhao Han and suddenly reacted, kneeling down again and kowtowing desperately:

"A little dog can't see Mount Tai. Thank you to the immortal for saving your life. Thank you to the immortal for saving your life..."

Luo Yuer understood.

Last night, Chang Meng must have been rescued by this young man.

She sighed and said, everything goes wrong after death, so these three people should be buried.

Zhao Han glanced at Chang Meng.

Chang Meng understood immediately, kowtowed a few times, and ran away to bury the body.

Zhao Han said that in fact, everything Qiusheng did last night until the ghost changed, including keeping people overnight, discouraging disputes, etc., was all out of good intentions.

Even if he wants to sell the paintings, he probably wants to use the reputation of selling paintings to spread these authentic works to the world.

Otherwise, he could have harmed other people in that hall long before Luo Yu'er arrived, so why would he go through so much trouble?

What Qiu Sheng said about his life experience was also true, but there was one thing he didn't say.

After his parents died, he himself became a mandrill due to excessive depression and short-sightedness because he had failed the imperial examination for many years.

"How do you know his life experience?" Luo Yuer said.

An object was thrown from Zhao Han's hand.

Luo Yuer caught it. It was a dusty volume with three neat regular characters written on the front:

The Record of Floating Life.

It turned out to be Qiu Sheng's autobiography, and the details of his life story were exactly what he said.

Last night, Qiu Sheng's ghost form was destroyed, his body and soul dispersed. Apart from his father's collection, this was the only relic left.

After twenty years of hard work, there is no hope of serving the country;

In the cold courtyard of the lonely mountain, both parents died;

The world is so big, where are you going?

It is better to go back, it is better to go back...

Only a person with unrecognized talents and a miserable life experience can write such a desperate poem.

Luo Yuer felt the same way.

She thought of herself and her father, Shangxian Lieutenant Luo Yuantang, who was in prison.

That's right, the Zhao Han in front of me can catch ghosts and monsters, and has the ability to solve crimes like a magician. Isn't this the person he is looking for?

"Immortal, please help me, save my father!"

Luo Yuer fell to the ground.

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Han said, "What happened to your father? How can I save him?"

Tears welled up in the corners of Luo Yuer's eyes, "My father's life is at stake, please promise me first!"

"Can you get up first?" Zhao Han said.

"If you don't promise me, I won't be able to afford it!" Luo Yu'er said.
To be continued...