Yang Jing'an observed Yu Qinghe carefully for a while, then turned to Yu Nian and asked seriously, "Is the Fengfu acupoint some kind of acupoint that can drive away ghosts? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
Yu Nian smiled and said, "No. I just knocked her out with brute force."
Yang Jing'an:......
Yu Nian said seriously, "I've observed just now. Apart from us and the three members of the Yu family, none of the other guests have entered the evil situation formed by the resentful qi. It was all deliberately arranged by Old Lady Yu."
Zhou Qian thought for a while and replied, "Yu Qinghe's appearance just now clearly showed the state of a person on the verge of death. If Old Lady Yu really died in an accident, it means the Yu family is lying. Can't we just go find Yu Qihuai and ask him clearly?"
However, Yu Nian seemed to think of something and slowly shook her head. "No. Yu Qihuai is already in the evil situation now. He definitely won't stay peacefully in his own room. We should go directly to the place where Old Lady Yu lived before, the east wing of the main house."
The door of the east wing was gently pushed open. Dust fell rustlingly, and a pungent and stinky smell assailed their nostrils, making people can't help but retch.
Although it was only separated by a door, Old Lady Yu's room was shabby and out of place with the whole Yu Mansion.
"Yu Qihuai is really two - faced," Zhou Feiyu scanned the room and said coldly.
The furnishings in the room were extremely shabby, and the wardrobe beside was already loose and rickety. Who could have thought that Old Lady Yu's room before her death was not as exquisitely and neatly arranged as her mourning hall.
Yu Nian had been silent since she entered the door. It was not until she saw the corpses of insects piled up on the dilapidated couch that her eyes gradually became clear. "Maybe Old Lady Yu didn't pass away seven days ago. She died much earlier."
Yang Jing'an quickly squeezed to Yu Nian's side. "Why do you say so?"
Yu Nian's fair finger slowly slid across the couch. When she raised her hand again, her fingertip was covered with a thick layer of dust. "According to what the Yu family said, it has only been a few days since Old Lady Yu's death. According to local customs, when an elder passes away, before the funeral, the younger generation should light a long - burning lamp in the room where the elder lived.
But I noticed before we entered the door that there was not a single footprint on the thin dust on the ground, which means this room hasn't been entered for a long time. Looking at the dust piled up on the couch and furniture, it must have been at least ten days or half a month."
He Zhiping recalled the rotten and decayed face in the crack of the door and suddenly shouted, "That's right! I saw Old Lady Yu's corpse. It was already so rotten that it was beyond recognition. It clearly didn't look like someone who had just died a few days ago. The ice water the Yu family placed in the mourning hall was not for preservation at all, but to cover up the stench!"
Feng Chengyuan nodded thoughtfully. He seemed to think of something and strode to the north side of the wing, opening the closed window wide. In an instant, the pungent smell became stronger.
Under the moonlight, everyone clearly saw the mountain of medicinal dregs piled up in the backyard.
Ming Mingzhong's eyes suddenly widened. "So Old Lady Yu was already sick a long time ago, and the Yu family gave her medicine for a while. But why did they lie?"
As soon as he finished speaking, as if someone was reminding them in the dark, the door of the shabby wardrobe was slowly blown open by the wind.
Ming Mingzhong was startled. Summoning up his courage, he stepped forward to check and said in surprise, "Why is there not a single piece of clothing in her wardrobe?"
"An empty wardrobe?" Yu Nian frowned. Under what circumstances would all the deceased's relics be completely wiped out and disposed of?
The chopped - down pear tree, the shelved shares, Yu Qinghe's nightmare, the long - abandoned living room, the mountain of medicinal dregs, the empty wardrobe...
Since they entered the Yu Mansion until now, every clue seemed to be leading everyone in one direction - Old Lady Yu's death.
Yu Nian strode out of the room. While everyone was still puzzled, she calmly returned to the room, only with many freshly broken twigs in her hand.
Yang Jing'an counted them roughly and found there were actually fifty twigs.
Yu Nian sat on the ground. She casually took out one twig from the pile and placed it in the front. Then she randomly divided the remaining forty - nine twigs into two parts. Then she took one twig from each part and sandwiched them between her little finger and ring finger.
Yu Nian kept moving the twigs at an extremely fast speed, almost making it impossible for others to see clearly.
He Zhiping was a bit confused and whispered to Ming Mingzhong, "What is she doing?"
Zhou Feiyu's eyes were always on the twigs, and there was a faint glint in her eyes. Without waiting for Ming Mingzhong to answer, she whispered, "The Dayan Divination Method."
While everyone was talking, Yu Nian had already stood up. She patted the dust on her body, but there was no special expression on her face. "Let's go. Let's go find Old Lady Yu's corpse."
A group of people followed Yu Nian. He Zhiping was constantly telling Yang Jing'an about the thrilling encounter just now, and Zhou Feiyu was discussing Yu Nian's divination with Zhou Qian.
Feng Chengyuan was just behind Yu Nian. For some reason, he felt an indescribable sadness from Yu Nian.
This feeling was very subtle. Although Yu Nian was so close to them, it seemed as if she had been walking alone in the lonely snow - capped mountains for many years, covered in pure snow, looking so lonely that it made people feel sad.
Feng Chengyuan's steps hesitated for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to pat Yu Nian on the back and tell her not to be sad.
And Feng Chengyuan actually did it. He quickened his steps and walked beside Yu Nian. After feeling Yu Nian's gaze, he clumsily stretched out his hand and patted Yu Nian on the back twice as if coaxing a child.
Yu Nian slightly raised her eyebrows. Looking at Feng Chengyuan's embarrassed look, she silently laughed.
Everyone stopped beside a dry well not far from the Yu Mansion. It was pitch - black inside and bottomless.
Zhou Feiyu frowned. "You mean Old Lady Yu's corpse is here?"
Yu Nian tugged at the broken rattan ladder beside the well without saying a word. Then she walked behind Yang Jing'an, took out a rope from his backpack, and said, "Borrow this for a while."
He Zhiping looked at Yang Jing'an in confusion. "Why do you carry a rope with you?"
Yang Jing'an opened his backpack without any formality. Inside were filled with flashlights, talismans, electric batons, and black donkey hooves. He smiled and said, "Exam tools."
He Zhiping:???
Everyone went down into the well one after another. The filthy well water just covered their ankles. The cold and damp air clung to their bodies like a living thing.
As soon as Ming Mingzhong took a step, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. He let out a cry of pain, but felt something sticky on his hand. He looked closely and saw that it was strands of gray - silver long hair mixed with minced meat and grease hanging on his hand.
Ming Mingzhong let out a scream. With the light of Yang Jing'an's flashlight, everyone stared in horror with their eyes wide open.
In this extremely narrow well bottom, there were long hair that had fallen off and cloth strips of clothes that had been soaked and rotten everywhere.
The patterns on the cloth strips were a bit old, obviously the clothes of Old Lady Yu.
Zhou Qian's lips trembled. She couldn't believe it. "Yu Qihuai... threw his own mother into the well?"