Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

The young man hidden in the box was Zheng Daoyuan's son, named Zheng Ze.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a strange face and was so frightened that he immediately screamed, attracting everyone inside and outside the house to look in.

"Who are you people?"

Are you ghosts?

"There's a ghost here, Daddy! There's a ghost here!"

While crying and making a fuss, Zheng Ze tried to close the box again.

Upon hearing the noise, the butler immediately entered the small room. "Oh dear, young master, what are you doing here?"

Fearing that Zheng Ze would cause trouble, he stepped forward to pull the person out of the box.

However, Zheng Ze was tall and strong, and if he insisted on staying in the box, the butler alone could not do anything to him.

All I could hear was him repeatedly shouting, "They're ghosts! They're all ghosts!"

Helpless, the steward was about to call a servant to come in and take Zheng Ze away.

Xia Ximo suddenly asked, "Did you see a ghost last night?"

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

The housekeeper couldn't help but give her a reproachful look.

Their young master was already mentally challenged, so bringing up "ghosts" at this time was like rubbing salt in the wound.

To everyone's surprise, Zheng Ze's clear eyes almost lit up when he heard this, and he kept nodding in agreement, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"I saw a ghost!"

The room was filled with fear.

Ren Fengjue, who was outside the door, also paused.

It seems that Young Master Zheng was hiding in the study last night and most likely witnessed the whole thing.

Xia Ximo also had his own considerations.

She continued, "What does a ghost look like? What did it do?"

Zheng Ze pointed outside the door, right where Ren Fengjue was standing.

"He...is right outside the door! Father, open the door, it's you!"

"He spoke too!"

He stood up from the trunk, suddenly lowered his head, and said in a gloomy tone, "I need to borrow something."

"Father...don't come any closer!"

"A ghost came in! How scary!"

As he spoke, he hid himself inside the box again, burying his head tightly.

Although these words sound incoherent, upon closer inspection, they appear to be a conversation between "two people".

Xia Ximo understood, and glanced back at Ren Fengjue. The other party seemed to instantly understand her meaning and walked directly into the small room.

He glanced around and suddenly noticed a small desk set up by the south window, which looked like it was for a child.

Several wolf-hair brushes hung on the brush holder, and a sheet of snow-white Xuan paper was laid flat on the table, on which flowers and birds of the four seasons, as well as different figures, were being painted.

Although the style is immature, the expressions of the birds and the figures are quite lifelike.

Ren Fengjue had a sudden thought and slowly squatted down beside the chest.

He asked in a gentle tone, "Does Young Master Zheng enjoy painting?"

Upon hearing about drawing, Zheng Ze cautiously peeked out halfway and replied, "Daddy says... I draw very well! He often praises me!"

Perhaps he still doesn't know the truth about his father's death.

Ren Fengjue nodded approvingly, then asked, "In that case, could you draw the 'ghost' you saw last night?"

Having a "mentally challenged" person draw pictures to identify the murderer? Isn't that child's play?

The butler was about to speak when he noticed a cold gaze beside him, and obediently shut his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ze hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

He awkwardly stepped out of the box, walked directly to the small table by the window, sat down, took out a pen, and began to slowly sketch on a blank space on the paper.

Everyone looked at them with curiosity.

Ren Fengjue slowly walked to his side and began to observe him carefully.

Zheng Ze drew for a while, then suddenly stopped and looked up at him, his eyes seemingly filled with expectation.

Lord Ren, being extremely perceptive, understood his meaning and immediately praised, "It's very well drawn."

Everyone: "..."

Only after receiving praise did Zheng Ze continue writing.

But what's amazing is that this seemingly foolish young master Zheng is indeed exceptionally talented. Before long, a figure leaped out from the paper.

Her long hair was disheveled and covered her face. Her clothes were tattered and she was thin and frail, looking as if she would fall over with a gust of wind.

It does indeed resemble the lingering "ghost" of legend.

Ren Fengjue looked closely, his brows furrowing slightly. He suddenly looked up at Xia Ximo and nodded gently to her.

Xia Ximo immediately came closer to take a look, but a face suddenly flashed through her mind.

Zhou Zigui.

Although she only met him once, she remembered that the feeling he gave off was just like that in this painting.

But he was clearly already dead.

Even if we assume it was done by his ghost, that's not right.

Zheng Ze has abundant yang energy, making it difficult for yin energy to invade him. Such a person cannot see ghosts at all.

While they were deep in thought, a figure lightly leaped onto the windowsill next to them, startling everyone in the room.

Yan Zhengchu leaned against the window frame, a smug look on his face.

"Gentlemen, I already know the whereabouts of this 'ghost,' and I can tell you everything for just one ingot of gold."

Upon hearing this, Guan Yue couldn't help but stand up.

"How dare you! You're trying to extort an official of the imperial court!"

However, before Ren Fengjue could speak, Xia Ximo spoke first.

"Ren Fengjue, give it to him."

Guan Yue looked utterly shocked.

Unexpectedly, Lord Ren also chimed in, "Good."

Guan Yue: "?!"

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into the night.

The Fu Lou building in the west of the city is brightly lit and bustling with guests.

A thin, ragged figure walked lightly to the door.

Upon seeing this, the guards at the gate quickly stepped forward and blocked their way.

"Do you have a 'banquet attendance card'?"

Admittedly, this Fu Lou, which is known as a "paradise on earth," is not a place that just anyone can enter.

Those entering the building must purchase a "banquet pass" in advance, and the passes are also divided into "three grades of color".

A red card indicates the third rank, and the holder may only sit in the lobby on the first floor.

The green card indicates the second tier, granting entry to the second-floor boudoir.

Only the first-class plaque, which is white, allows direct access to the third-floor "Tongtian Pavilion".

Legend has it that since the building was opened, only His Highness the Crown Prince has ever visited the third floor.

However, the person in front of him handed him a piece of white jade with a lustrous color.

The guard's expression changed, and he quickly and respectfully stepped aside, saying, "Please come, esteemed guest."

"Find Bai Qingshuang."

He gave the order, and immediately two stunningly beautiful maids gracefully came to lead the way.

Bypassing the lively crowd on the first floor, go up the stairs, and then pass through the fragrant pavilion on the second floor where laughter and conversation fill the air.

In contrast, the third floor was very quiet.

Once the door to the "Tongtian Pavilion" is opened, a misty scene immediately comes into view.

The air was filled with the fragrance of cigarettes, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

A maidservant said softly, "We will help you undress."

"Um."

His clothes were removed, and he stepped barefoot into a hot spring pool, where he slowly sat down.

Hot water washed over his body, and he closed his eyes, leaning against the edge of the pool.

A slender, lotus-root-like arm reached out from underwater and slowly wrapped around his neck.

"I never expected you'd like this body..."

The woman's soft, alluring voice whispered in my ear, carrying a fragrant breeze that was captivating and enchanting.

He remained expressionless, only giving a faint snort.

"Take a good wash and cleanse yourself of the 'yin energy' on your body."

"Otherwise, if those little Taoist priests from Yunhe Mountain get entangled with us, it won't be easy to shake them off."

The woman giggled and reached out to stroke his face, her voice seductive.

"Welcome back to the human world."