Once the door closed, Bai Yin remained expressionless.

He had no idea of Li Wenshu’s thoughts, much less knew that the woman had almost mistaken him for someone else.

He sat back down across from Song Zhi, his eyes cold.

Song Zhi had heard their conversation at the door.

Song Zhi raised his head and said, “So Young Master Ji isn’t here.”

“Mm, he went out and won’t return so quickly.”

“Oh.” Song Zhi asked again, “Then what did she go to do?”

Bai Yin drew a deep breath, took a sip of water, and said, “Isn’t it all because of your matter? To find the real murderer, my young master can’t think about tea or meals all day long.”

Song Zhi felt guilty. “I’m truly sorry.”

“If you feel sorry, then hurry back.”

“What about Zhang Xiaobai’s matter?”

“If he didn’t kill anyone, my young master definitely won’t let anything happen to him. So you don’t need to come begging.”

“That’s good then.” Song Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and bowed to Bai Yin. “Then I thank you, Hero. It’s already so late—I won’t disturb you further.”

“Mm.” Bai Yin nodded.

Song Zhi went out.

“Wait.” Bai Yin suddenly called out to him.

“What instructions does the hero have?”

“Go down and tell the waiter to send up two jugs of good wine.”

“Alright.” Song Zhi readily agreed, then asked, “But what wine do you want to drink?”

“The waiter knows.”

“Oh.”

After Song Zhi went down, he immediately told the waiter, then asked, “How much is this wine?”

“One tael of silver.”

One tael!

For Song Zhi, this was a lot of money.

But to express his gratitude, he still took out the only remaining tael of silver he had on him and handed it to the waiter. “Consider this wine my treat for that young master.”

Having said that, he left.

After coming out of the inn, the cold wind whistled.

Song Zhi hugged his arms tightly and went home.

…

On the other side.

After Ji Yinshu said the words “the cemetery,” she headed together with Jingrong and the tagalong Li Cheng to a suburb of Yiwu.

At this moment, the sky was already pitch black.

In the suburban area, one could say you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

Moreover, the surroundings were very eerie, and occasionally one could hear frightening sounds as strong winds swept through the forest and grass.

It sent chills directly down one’s spine.

The three walked forward along a small forest path.

Each person held a lantern in their hand.

Ji Yinshu and Jingrong were in front, Li Cheng behind.

Li Cheng usually loved to play around, but his courage wasn’t great.

He lowered his voice and asked the two people in front, “Why are you running here in the middle of the night? Is there something to find here?”

Ji Yinshu was about to say something when Jingrong took over her words. Without looking back, he said to Li Cheng, “Coming here is naturally to find something.”

“Find what?”

“What do you think could be here?”

“There’s a ghost here.”

“That’s right, we’re here to find ghosts and spirits.”

Uh.

Li Cheng’s whole person froze for a moment, his eyes widening.

His footsteps also involuntarily paused.

But he immediately caught up again.

“Are you joking?”

Jingrong said, “No one is joking with you. If you’re afraid, it’s still not too late to go back now.” “Go back now?” Li Cheng looked behind him—the road back was very long, and he really didn’t dare go alone. He swallowed and quickly caught up with their steps, sticking closely to Jingrong’s side as he said, “You two are really strange, running here to find what ghosts and spirits? Right now, the most important thing is to find the murderer.”

When Ji Yinshu heard this, she replied to him, “We’re here to find the murderer.”

Her voice was very soft.

But it was enough for Li Cheng to hear.

He was surprised. “You mean… the killer is those ghosts and spirits?”

“Possibly.”

“Possibly? What does ‘possibly’ mean? Either it is or it isn’t.”

Ji Yinshu couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.

Jingrong was also too lazy to respond to him.

Li Cheng continued talking beside them. “You said before that there are no ghosts and spirits in this world, that troublemakers are all people. How is it that now, there are ghosts and spirits again? This heir is being confused by you two.”

“…”

Still no one responded to him.

Soon, the three reached the deepest part of the forest.

The light from the lanterns gradually illuminated the area.

They could barely see the scene several meters ahead.

When the lanterns shone on it, Li Cheng was nearly frightened to death.

His hand shook and the lantern fell to the ground, then he immediately picked it up again.

Because here… there were graves everywhere.

“Why come to this kind of place in the middle of the night? Let’s go, let’s go quickly.” He stepped back several paces, his complexion extremely unpleasant.

But Ji Yinshu and Jingrong seemed to treat him as if he were invisible and didn’t care at all.

The two searched among that pile of graves for a while, finally stopping in front of one grave.

On the tombstone in front of that grave were written the words “Deceased Wife Zhao Zhuang’er”!

This was erected by Wang Jun for her. Speaking of which, it was also strange—Zhao Zhuang’er was the proprietress of the Zhao Family Rouge Shop and had plenty of money. By rights, the tomb after her death should have been built extremely well, and should also have been in a separate geomantic treasure location. But her tomb was built very simply, and was even among a pile of graves. How could this be the tomb of a wealthy person? There was no difference at all from poor common people.

It was clear that after she passed, Wang Jun not only swallowed her money but also threw her remains in this kind of place.

Jingrong looked gravely at the soil behind the grave mound and said, “It’s indeed been dug up by someone—the soil is all loose.”

Ji Yinshu looked around, held the lantern in her hand closer, and finally placed the lantern directly beside that pile of soil. She crouched down, wearing gloves she had prepared long ago, and began turning over the soil.

No one knew what she wanted to do.

Jingrong could only accompany her.

He brought the lantern in his hand closer.

Li Cheng looked at the two people strangely.

Not understanding, he even thought that woman was too abnormal, coming so late to dig up yellow earth from someone else’s grave mound.

After a long while.

Finally—

Ji Yinshu found what she was looking for.

A plant leaf.

The leaf had already wilted.

She plucked off one leaf, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and put it into her sleeve.

Suddenly—

A shadow behind them flashed past from the bushes.

Very fast.

Like the wind.

The moment Jingrong heard the sound, he was about to give chase.

Ji Yinshu immediately stopped him. “Don’t chase—I know who it is.”

Hm?

Jingrong and Li Cheng both looked at her.

“Who?”

She picked up the lantern from the ground and walked toward the bushes that had just made the sound. Jingrong and Li Cheng followed behind her.

She said, “Blow out the lanterns.”

Everyone did as told.

But after the lanterns were extinguished, they discovered there was glowing phosphorus powder in the bushes.

Just a little bit, not much.

Li Cheng asked, “Why is there this kind of thing?”

Ji Yinshu’s brow furrowed tightly. She was silent for a moment before saying, “Because this is what I sprinkled on that person.”

“You sprinkled it? What do you mean?” Li Cheng asked.

But Jingrong understood. He asked, “So you already knew who it was? And you knew that person would follow.”

Ji Yinshu nodded. Yes, she knew who it was.