Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 96 Everyone is a talent
Just when Ren Yuan and his two companions left Changxing and headed for Qiantang, four visitors from the capital also arrived to visit the fairyland.

The leader was riding a white horse and wearing a white robe and a white scarf on his head. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His demeanor was as gentle as jade, and his expression was relaxed and leisurely, as if he was out for a picnic.

The beauty in her twenties who was slightly behind him on his right was the opposite of him. She was wearing a black dress and black clothes, riding a black horse, with a black scarf on her head. Although her skin was fair, she had a pair of dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was a little messy. Her face without makeup showed a strong sense of fatigue, which added a different kind of charm.

Behind the two men were two men. The one on the left was a man in his twenties dressed like a scholar. He was short and thin, with a big head and a pointed chin, and looked like a carrot head. He had big and lively eyes, but thin lips. He looked like a man who was full of nonsense and had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

The burly man on the right has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, a square chin, a wide mouth and thick lips. He has a handsome appearance and is obviously a loyal and honest positive character.

As the four of them traveled along the road, there were many cars and horses on it, making it very busy. But once they entered the territory of Fangxian Township, there were no pedestrians or cars at all, as if they had entered an uninhabited area.

"What's going on?" The white-robed man in the lead was puzzled. "Where have all the villagers gone?"

The dark-eyed beauty was helpless when she heard this. She was about to explain, but the carrot-head spoke first:

"Master, your skills are getting stronger and stronger."

"Why do you say that?" asked the white-robed leader.

"Because your amnesia is getting worse." Carrot Head said with a smile: "You have asked this question several times on the way - there was a zombie incident in Fangxian Township a while ago, and the people all fled."

"Yes, didn't we see the announcement from Qu'a County? Because zombies are rampant, the entire township is temporarily blocked." The Iceberg Beauty continued, "The blockade troops were withdrawn a few days ago."

"Really? I forgot again?" The owner of the building scratched his head embarrassedly. He looked so confused that it was hard to get angry.

"Yes, you forgot again." The dark-eyed beauty said helplessly, "What are we here for? Do you remember?"

"I remember this. Nangong, don't underestimate me." The owner said confidently:

"I just can't remember the insignificant little things, but I never forget the big things - we are here to investigate the cause of death of Xie Gui, the county lieutenant of Qu'a!"

"Any more?"

"Ah, there's more?" The owner of the building looked so handsome even when he was surprised.

"Of course there is. The death of a mere county lieutenant is not worthy of your Fifth Building Master's attention. Just investigate the matter in passing. Our most important task is to investigate the theft of Donghunhou's tomb reported by Jianlingwei!" The beautiful woman with dark circles under her eyes said patiently.

"Oh, yes, yes, Nangong, thank you for reminding me." The owner of the fifth building smiled apologetically, and his smile was very charming.

"I really can't stand you. I suffer from insomnia day by day, and I have to remember all these trivial things for you all day long." The beautiful woman with dark circles under her eyes, named Nangong, complained with a stern face.

Carrot Head suddenly interrupted and said, "Master, don't believe her. Master Nangong wants to remember you forever."

"Zuan, shut up!" Nangong's eyebrows immediately raised, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Master Nangong Chuang, please forgive me. You know I can't lie." The carrot-headed guy named Zuan shrank his neck and said embarrassedly.

"Learn from Yang Zhong. He didn't ask him and didn't say a word along the way." Nangong glared at Zuan and praised the honest young man.

"Ah?" The burly young man named Yang Zhong turned around in confusion and asked in a deep voice, "Deputy Tower Master, do you have any instructions?"

"It's okay, continue to be alert." Nangong Chuangzhu said helplessly. This matter has nothing to do with him, and he is also a top-notch person who never listens.

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As they were talking, the four of them rode their horses to the outside of the Donghunhou Tomb Park according to the map. They saw that the area was surrounded by three mountains and there was a high wall that completely isolated the cemetery from the outside world.

At this time, the gate of the cemetery was closed and a sign prohibiting approaching was posted.

This did not pose a problem for the four of them. The fifth owner waved his hand, and they all entered the cemetery with their horses.

"Wow!" The four were shocked by the messy scene as soon as they entered.

Zuan clicked his tongue and said, "Is this a large army invading? How come they even killed all the stone statues guarding the imperial mausoleum?"

"There are traces of formations here." The fifth building owner observed the traces on the ground: "Look at the remains of the stone statues, they are concentrated in a small area. They must have been killed in the formation."

"Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation." Nangong Zhuangzhu also saw it and frowned, saying, "The formation flag of this formation was secretly made by the Imperial Palace, and it has actually leaked out."

At this time, the fifth owner made another discovery. He pointed at the burn marks on the ground and said, "Nangong, come and take a look. What is this?"

"Is this the Heavenly Thunder Technique?" Nangong came over to take a look and said in surprise, "The one who can draw the Heavenly Thunder to defend against the enemy is probably at the same level as you."

"I'm not good at attacking." The fifth owner smiled modestly, "There are many people who are better than me."

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "But your judgment is a little wrong. This doesn't look like a thunder magic, but more like the Five Thunder Talisman of the Shangqing Sect."

"Then opening four or five orifices will be enough." Nangong sighed and said, "I'm still not your opponent."

"Nangong, let me tell you, victory or defeat is not only determined by the number of orifices, but is also affected by many factors. Don't underestimate your enemy just because his cultivation is lower than yours." The fifth building master warned his deputy with a serious expression.

"Yes. Nangong has made a note of it." Nangong nodded quickly and whispered, "Don't forget it yourself."

"Master, you have warned Master Nangong about this no less than ten times." Zuan spoke the truth again.

"Shut up, you're a mute from now on." Master Nangong glared at him hatefully, his eyes suddenly becoming as deep as an ancient well, as if they wanted to suck Zuan in.

Zuan hurriedly tried to turn his head, but it was too late. His body suddenly stiffened and he opened his mouth but could not utter a word. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

However, Nangong Zhuangzhu ignored him and accompanied the fifth Zhuangzhu directly to the collapsed underground palace.

"The destruction is too thorough. Even if we spend time and effort to clean it up, we won't find any valuable clues." Nangong frowned.

"Then let's go and see for ourselves what's really going on." The Fifth Building said as he took out a handful of colorful, sparkling sand from the deerskin bag around his waist.

Then he pursed his lips and exhaled, blowing all the colorful sand into the air.

When the fine sand fell down, a magical scene appeared - they did not fall to the ground, but formed countless blurry human figures...

If Ren Yuan and others were at the scene, they would definitely be shocked, because that was exactly the scene where County Lieutenant Xie and his gang were driving the people into the cemetery.

"Wow, so many people?" The owner of the fifth building was also shocked. He quickly reached out and grabbed several handfuls of colored sand and blew them all out.

As the colored sand continued to fall, the blurry figures gradually became clearer, and in the end even the eyebrows and eyes could be distinguished.

(End of this chapter)