Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

Yang Lei climbed over the eaves and walls and arrived at the courtyard in just over ten minutes.

When he arrived at the door, he didn't rush in. He first spent some emotional points to draw a lottery.

Ding! I got Bajiquan Mastery!

Ding! I got a horror mask!

Ding! I got the Flying Flowers and Leafs Injury Technique!

……

Wearing a horror mask, Yang Lei easily climbed up the wall that was more than five meters high.

He didn't jump down in a hurry. Instead, he picked up a small brick from the wall and threw it into the yard.

"boom!"

The yard was already quiet, and the sound of bricks falling to the ground was particularly harsh.

But there was no response from the yard.

Yang Lei felt relieved and jumped down from the wall.

He had been here once during the day and was now very familiar with the place.

This is a very quiet little courtyard, three steps deep.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a screen wall. There must have been colorful paintings on it before, but now they have all been scraped off and the wall is in tatters.

Going around the screen wall, there is a hall.

The hall was empty, without even a table or chair.

Yang Lei found it quite strange. Most people would have a table and chairs at home, but there was nothing here.

"Thief! I finally got you!"

Chapter 41 "I'll send you to the West!"

Suddenly, someone shouted softly from the roof beam, and at the same time a whip was lashed towards Yang Lei.

Yang Lei took the physical potion and his reaction was very quick.

He dodged the whip.

The whip hit the ground so hard that the tiles broke and fragments flew everywhere.

In the dim moonlight, Yang Lei looked up and saw Qinghua Lian standing on the beam of the roof.

"Thief!"

The man with the blue face cursed and swung the whip again.

But when he swung the whip, Yang Lei just looked up, and Qinghua Lian saw the scary mask on Yang Lei's face at a glance.

"Hiss! Evil ghost?!"

Qinghua Lian's scalp started to tingle after just one look.

After Yang Lei put on the mask, he looked like a terrifying evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Qinghualian was quite brave, but when he saw the scary mask on Yang Lei's face, he was also frightened.

He broke out in a cold sweat and was terrified!

"You're playing tricks on me! Even if you're a ghost, I'll still beat you to pieces!"

Qinghua Lian shouted loudly, actually wanting to give himself courage.

Yang Lei sneered and replied: "I will send you to the West!"

Yang Lei, wearing a scary mask, spoke in a sinister and terrifying voice, like a demon from hell.

His voice also became extremely unfamiliar, giving people goosebumps.

Qinghua Lian was so shocked that he suddenly jumped down from the beam and whipped Yang Lei with a long whip.

He wanted to use this method to dispel the fear in his heart.

Although Yang Lei was proficient in Bajiquan, Qinghualian's whip was too long and he couldn't get close to it at all.

"Flying Flowers and Leafs to Injure People Technique!"

Yang Lei suddenly remembered that he had this trick and immediately jumped out of the hall.

When Qinghua Lian saw Yang Lei running away, he felt excited.

If it were a real ghost, it wouldn't be afraid of his whip.

So the only possibility is that this scary guy in front of us is a human in disguise!

When Qinghua Lian thought of this, he felt much more at ease and chased after him, waving his whip.

"This guy is really brave."

Yang Lei sneered and came to the yard. There was a ginkgo tree in the middle of the yard.

In late September in Beijing, the leaves of the ginkgo trees have already turned yellow.

Yang Lei jumped onto the ginkgo tree and stood on a branch as thin as his little finger, swaying gently in the wind.

"How...how can this person possibly stand?!"

The courage that Qinghua Lian had just mustered was frightened to the point of his scalp going numb by Yang Lei's move!

Yang Lei grabbed a handful of ginkgo leaves and threw them out casually, using the tactic of picking leaves and flying flowers to hurt people.

Qinghua Lian subconsciously swung his whip to block it.

The ginkgo leaf hit the long whip and actually cut it in half.

A few leaves scratched his legs and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Yang Lei landed from the branch slowly and calmly.

Qinghua Lian was completely panicked. No matter how he looked at Yang Lei, he didn't look like an ordinary person.

The terrifying mask made Yang Lei look like a devil from hell. He stood on such a thin branch but was as steady as a rock, and could even hurt people with the leaves.

Qinghua Lian collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up.

Yang Lei picked him up with one hand. The man weighing over 100 pounds was as light as a feather in his hand.

He was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he brought Qinghua Lian to the place where Lou Xiao'e was knocked unconscious by the tea during the day.

The chair that Lou Xiao'e had sat on was still there. Yang Lei suddenly pushed Qinghua Lian to the ground and sat down on the chair.

"Do you remember who sat on this chair during the day?" Yang Lei asked softly. Although his voice was small, it was like dropping a bomb next to Qinghua Lian's ear.

"I know! It's the woman from that day..." Qinghua's face turned pale with fear, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

He was filled with extreme fear.

The terrifying mask on Yang Lei's face scared him out of his wits.

"That's right, I was the one who took it away!" Looking at the trembling appearance of Qinghua Lian, Yang Lei simply played a bigger trick and claimed to be a night-walking god.

Although it is a new era now and the superstitions of the 1950s and 1960s have long been dispelled, many people are still skeptical.

These old ideas are deeply rooted and cannot be easily changed with just a few words.

Qinghua Lian was completely frightened. He firmly believed that Yang Lei was really the night-walking god.

"Hmph! You actually bully women! Do you know what heinous crime you have committed?" Yang Lei slammed the armrest of the chair hard.

"Snap!" Qinghua's face trembled again.

"No, no! My wife asked me to do this.

Night Wanderer, I didn't intend to drug that woman.

Qinghualian hurriedly defended himself.

"Madam? Which madam? How dare you quibble? Do you know that lying will lead to tongue-pulling hell?"

"I really didn't lie, it was really my wife who asked me to do it.

Night Wanderer God, our wife used to be a well-known figure in the capital, and her husband’s name was Zhou Paopi.

The farmhands nicknamed him Zhou Paopi..."

Qinghua Lian had completely regarded Yang Lei as a night-walking master, so how could he dare to hide anything?

"Go on!"

Yang Lei had heard of the story of Zhou Paopi, but it was just a legend.

But after hearing what Qinghua Lian said, it turned out to be true.

“Yes, yes.

Night wandering god.

Actually, it was my wife who asked me to learn to crow like a rooster.

I really didn’t mean to do that.”

After listening to Qinghua Lian's words, Yang Lei understood everything.

The deaf old lady was indeed the wife of Zhou Paopi, a wealthy landlord in Beijing.

In order to make the dozens of farmhands in her house work more, the deaf old lady came up with a shady trick.

She told the farmhands that they had to go to the fields to work as soon as the rooster crowed every morning.

The farmhands thought that the rooster would not crow until four or five o'clock, so they agreed.

But they had no idea how vicious the deaf old lady's methods were.

She asked Qinghua Lian to imitate the crowing of a rooster.

At first, we learned it at three in the morning, and the roosters in the chicken coop would hear it and crow along.

The deaf old lady tasted the sweetness and asked Qinghualian to learn to crow like a rooster earlier and earlier.

From three o'clock to two o'clock, and then to one o'clock...

Finally, the deaf old lady simply ordered Qinghua Lian to wait until the farmhands finished their dinner before she started imitating the crowing of a rooster.

As a result, dozens of farmhands were exhausted, and more than a dozen of them even died from lack of sleep and overwork!

This deaf old lady is simply an accomplice in harming others!

After liberation, Zhou Paopi's act of imitating the crowing of a rooster in the middle of the night was exposed, and he was dragged out and shot.

But the wife of the culprit Zhou Paopi disappeared without a trace.

"What? The deaf old lady is actually Zhou Paopi's wife! Doesn't that mean she's an indirect murderer?"

Yang Lei was also frightened and gasped.

The deaf old lady hid it too deeply.

Her hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. As the wife of the landlord Zhou Paopi, she miraculously became a five-guarantee household enjoying state subsidies!

If Yang Lei hadn't happened to catch her secretly selling food coupons last time, she would probably still be happily enjoying the treatment of a five-guarantee household.

Now that Yang Lei knows that the deaf old lady is Zhou Paopi's wife, and that she is responsible for the lives of more than a dozen farmhands, he will not let her go easily.

But it is obviously inappropriate for Yang Lei to deal with this matter himself.

He could act pretentiously in front of Zhou Qing, the man with the blue-and-white face, but he dared not try any tricks in the Public Security Bureau.

"Zhou Qing, you're aiding and abetting the evil! Those farmhands have already reported you in the underworld. Come with me to see the Night Wandering God!"

Yang Lei took out an iron chain from the mysterious system space, which made a rattling sound.

The iron chain was suddenly put around Zhou Qing's neck.

The cold iron chain tightly tightened around his neck, frightening him so much that he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Yang Lei and begged for mercy.

"Master Night Wanderer, spare my life! I, Zhou Qing, am not the mastermind. I was only following my wife's orders!"

Zhou Qing was so frightened that he lost his soul. The Night Wanderer God put an iron chain around his neck, and there was no doubt that he was going to take him to the underworld.

Zhou Qing was so frightened that he became incontinent.