Chapter 166

Speaking of business, Xie Shouzheng became serious: "Okay, I'll leave a crack in the bedroom door, and I'll trouble Your Highness and Deputy Envoy Lin to guard outside. Oh, I'm sleeping in the room, and I'm letting you two guard for me, I'm really embarrassed."

Xie Shouzheng went to the room to sleep, while Dongfang Qi and Lin Qingyue sat in the corridor outside his door.

The moonlight is just right, the clear light in the garden is like frost and snow, quiet and beautiful.

Dongfang Qi asked Lin Qingyue: "Are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, lean on it and rest for a while, I'll guard."

Lin Qingyue shook her head: "No, business is important."

Judging from Xie Shouzheng's description, that thing appeared shortly after he fell asleep.

Tonight, Xie Shouzheng had been asleep for more than half an hour, and there was no movement.

Listening to the snoring coming from the room, Lin Qingyue was a little confused: "Could it be that it won't come tonight?"

Dongfang Qi was quite patient: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the two noticed something unusual at the same time and looked into the room at the same time.

There were no lights in the room, but the moonlight outside fell into a clear light through the half-open door crack, and the outline of the person on the bed could be vaguely seen.

"Huhu..."

In the snoring that came one after another, a pitch-black hand suddenly stretched out from under the bed, followed by a head...

The door crack opened at some point, and a large piece of moonlight poured in, illuminating the shadow crawling out from under the bed—a very faint gray shadow, so faint that even Lin Qingyue had to look closely to see the outline of a person.

The gray mist crawled up from under the bed, but didn't dare to get on the bed, just crouched on the ground, crying "woo woo woo."

Xie Shouzheng in his sleep was disturbed by the crying, and suddenly turned over and roared: "What kind of monster, bold!"

Along with his gradual clarity, his aura also became very strong.

And the gray mist was frightened, the edges began to dissolve as if they were about to dissolve.

Suddenly, the red oil-paper fan broke through the window and spun open with a "swish," the umbrella surface was as red as blood, and the soul-guiding bell on the umbrella bone sang.

With a powerful aura that could not be resisted, the Nether Umbrella firmly gathered the soul that was about to collapse.

The gray mist settled in the red umbrella, gradually condensing into a clear human figure, actually a man in his early thirties, wearing a gray long gown, his face covered with a layer of white frost, and his hair was also covered with thin ice.

Xie Shouzheng woke up, jumped off the bed, and looked at the little ghost under the umbrella: "So it was you crying and crying by my bed in the middle of the night, what for?"

Lin Qingyue snapped her fingers, and the candle in the room lit up.

And the ghost under the umbrella, at the moment the light lit up, thought he was going to fly away, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

Lin Qingyue said: "Don't worry, the Nether Umbrella can help you gather your soul, even the sunlight during the day can't hurt you at all. The light is not worth mentioning."

The ghost was pleasantly surprised: "So I don't have to fly away?"

Then he couldn't help but cry again: "Finally, I didn't find the wrong place, finally saved."

Xie Shouzheng yawned and urged: "Wait a minute and cry, tell me what your situation is."

The ghost reacted and hurriedly knelt down to complain: "Are you Xie Daren of the Xuanjing Division? This commoner had the honor to see Daren once before his death, and also knew that you are upright and a good official who can be the master of the people. So this commoner tried his best to find you, begging you to save this commoner's corpse!"

The ghost's name before his death was Wang Cai, known as Wang the Scholar.

Wang the Scholar was a native of the capital. He studied hard since he was a child, dreaming of passing the imperial examination and entering the official career to glorify his family.

Also because of reading, he overdrawn his family property, wasted his livelihood, and was over thirty but couldn't even marry a wife.

He originally thought that as long as he passed the exam, everything would be fine.

Unfortunately, he took the exam for many years, from a teenager to thirty, and still achieved nothing.

This year he wanted to fight one last time, who knew he didn't even have time to enter the examination room, but died because of an accidental drowning.

After his death, his family collected his body and buried him on Changqing Mountain outside the capital.

After Wang the Scholar died, because he failed to pass the exam before his death, he had obsessions, so his soul had been lingering.

"I came back on the seventh day after death..." Under the action of the Nether Umbrella, his soul became more and more stable, his memories before death were not lost, and his logic and organization were very clear.

"Next month is the imperial examination, I want to see what the test questions are for this imperial examination, and whether I have the ability to pass, so I am reluctant to leave."

"But what I didn't expect is that I actually found someone stealing my corpse!"

"That group of people looked like they were organized. After dark and before the Zi hour, they sneaked up to the grave mountain. Then they skillfully dug up my grave, and right under my nose, they stole my corpse..."

Even though he was already dead, he couldn't accept that his corpse was stolen, so Wang the Scholar chased after him wanting to get his body back.

But he was just a new ghost who had just died, weak and powerless, and didn't even have the ability to manifest in front of people. After chasing down the mountain, he was rushed by the yang energy in the crowd and almost scattered his soul.

The next night, when he appeared again, he found that his soul was weaker than before, and he didn't know if it had anything to do with the loss of his corpse.

Wang the Scholar had heard of the great name of the Xuanjing Division before his death.

Once he saw Xie Shouzheng in the crowd.

Knowing that Xie Shouzheng was specifically in charge of strange cases, after discovering that the corpse was stolen, Wang the Scholar went through many twists and turns and finally found Xie Shouzheng and followed him home.

It's just that his soul was getting weaker day by day.

And Xie Shouzheng was full of murderous aura. When he was awake, Wang the Scholar's soul couldn't get close at all.

He could only show a faint shadow after he fell asleep at night, and make a few sad cries beside him.

Before Xie Shouzheng discovered it, Wang the Scholar had actually been crying beside him for three days.

Tonight, if Lin Qingyue hadn't used the Nether Umbrella to help him keep his soul in time, I'm afraid he would have disappeared completely before Xie Shouzheng woke up.

After listening to the cause and effect, Xie Shouzheng immediately sank his face: "Under the feet of the Son of Heaven, in the bright universe, actually dare to steal human corpses, bold! Wang the Scholar, since you have come to complain, no matter if you are a human or a ghost now, our Xuanjing Division will not ignore it!"

"Did you see what the people who stole your corpse looked like?"

Wang the Scholar tried hard to recall, then shook his head: "I only saw them wearing black clothes, and when I looked at their faces, I couldn't see what they looked like."

"I remember, they seemed to have yellow talismans on their bodies. Every time I got close, I would feel very uncomfortable."