C4 In the Open and in the Dark

The corpse was still in the Yamen's corpse storage room. It had been half a month since the first person died. No matter how well preserved the corpse was, it had already started to smell.

The entire morgue was surrounded by that stench. As soon as they entered, Caisang was forced to retreat a few steps by the stench.

Jiang Louyue took out a handkerchief and handed it to Caisang. Caisang was stunned for a moment and hesitated to take the handkerchief from him. The orchid fragrance temporarily dispelled the stench, making people feel refreshed.

The corpse's clothes and skin were all stripped clean. The corpse's flesh was a little dry, and it had a disgusting rust color. Without the eyelids covering it, the pair of gray eyes stared straight at Caisang, causing people to feel a chill in their hearts.

Tonghua had been frowning ever since he came in, and he said with a righteous tone, "This place is a bit abnormal."

"From where? This kind of place is not normal at all." Jiang Louyue snorted.

Tonghua glanced at him and said coldly, "Seven people died in such a cruel way. It would be impossible if there was no resentment. However, there is indeed no resentment here."

Caisang keenly sensed that the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit strange. There was a sense of oppression in the air.

Jiang Louyue ignored him and looked at Caisang. He said gently, "Jiaojiao, try it."

Caiang glanced at her. Jiaojiao was Caiang's nickname. She had only been called that by her mother since she was young. Now that she heard Jiang Louyue call her Jiaojiao, she felt a little uncomfortable.

However, it was not the time to care about these things. Caiang could only nod and do as he said.

People who had suffered great pain before their death would only be able to wander in the human world for a short period of time. They would not be able to enter the Underworld. They could only float around the corpse.

Caiang walked straight to the last corpse and bit his finger. He quickly drew a rune on the white cloth.

"Soul Seeking?" Tonghua frowned with a hint of arrogance and disdain. "The ghost control clan has already declined to such a state? Did you not notice that the souls of these people were also taken away when you entered the door? What can you ask?"

"Hmph, some people only see the surface and think that they understand the entire situation. If they don't have the ability, do they think that the entire world can't do it? How do you know that my Jiaojiao can't ask anything?" Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes were filled with ridicule.

Damn, the hidden arrow turned into a bright spear.

"Let's go!" Caiang waved his hand. Something came out of the corpse and flew into the distance, leaving a silver trail in the night sky.

Jiang Louyue didn't say anything and immediately chased after them. The Jiang family's movement technique was agile and graceful. In the blink of an eye, they were left far behind.

On the way, Tonghua asked as he ran, "What happened just now? The souls of these people were obviously taken away by someone. You just..."

"This is the ultimate skill of the ghost control clan. After the souls leave the body, they will establish a connection with the body. Fortunately, this person died within two days. If he had died a day earlier, I wouldn't have been able to ask anything."

The two of them followed the light and returned to the Hu family.

Tonghua and Caisang looked at each other and felt that something was wrong.

The two of them chased after the silver threads that they could not see, and they chased all the way to the fake mountain in the side courtyard of the Hu family.

Jiang Louyue stood on the fake mountain with his sword in hand. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his posture was straight. The moonlight could not clearly see his expression.

He waved his sword and pointed at a mountain rock not far away, "We're going inside."

Caisang walked around the fake mountain and stared at the mountain rock carefully.

Hu Shisan walked over at this time, swaying as if he was drunk. He asked while supporting his knees, "Immortals, what are we looking for?"

No one paid attention to him. Hu Shisan panted heavily as he leaned against a mountain rock. His buttocks were poked by a protruding rock.

Before he could react, a rumbling sound came from behind. The mountain rock moved away and revealed a pitch-black passage.

Caisang and the others turned their heads to look at Hu Shisan. Hu Shisan seemed to have been pricked by a needle as he suddenly bounced up, "What is this place?"

"This is your house. Who are you asking?" Jiang Louyue frowned.

After that, he jumped down from the fake mountain and led the way into the tunnel.

Caiang followed behind him and saw him take out a yellow talisman from his sleeve. With a light swing, the yellow talisman lit up.

The sparks sparked and turned into butterflies that danced around the tunnel. When they landed on the lampstand, they turned into a wisp of small flames. They were so beautiful.

Tonghua muttered from behind Caiang, "This is just a show."

The scene inside the tunnel was clear. It was a secret room dug out, and it was damp and cold.

There was nothing inside, only a table with a few memorial tablets on it. After counting them carefully, there were a total of twelve.

The latest memorial tablet had three words carved on it, Hu Ling'er. Further ahead was Hu Wanyun.

It sounded like a woman's name.

Hu Shisan followed behind them and nervously reached out to grab Tonghua's sleeve. He stuck his head out to look at the memorial tablets. His face was as white as a ghost.

Caiang asked, "Is this the ancestral hall of your Hu family?"

Everyone in the room looked at Hu Shisan. Hu Shisan was so scared that he shrank behind Tonghua and said, "This … is not …"

Hu family's ancestral hall was not in the secret room. There were people who looked after it and cleaned it day and night. The size of the ancestral hall was much bigger than the secret room, and it was also much brighter.

"The tablets in the secret room are all women of the Hu family. Who is Hu Ling'er and Hu Wanyun to you?" Tonghua asked.

Hu Shisan shook his head, "I have never heard of these names before. The Hu family has only one descendant for five generations. I don't have any sisters or aunts. I don't even know how there is such a big secret room in the house... What is going on?!"

Hu Shisan's face was filled with confusion. These past few days of stimulation had made his head feel like it was about to explode.

First, his own Thousand Faces became a skinning demon, and then the old man was taken away by three souls and was unconscious. There was actually another secret room in the house, and there were also many tablets that he did not recognize.

He felt as if he had been hit in the head and was dizzy.

"Let's not talk about this. According to the servants of the Hu family, Thousand Faces will kill one person every day. If we follow this pattern, the next time he kills someone will be tomorrow." Jiang Louyue's eyes were cold.

Tomorrow was April 4th, the Thousand Faces Festival. At that time, there would be tens of thousands of people in the streets. If something were to happen, it would be bad.

The few of them looked at each other and frowned. They thought that things were getting a little troublesome.