Since Shui Ling'er obediently followed Xi Mutong back to Jiluo Mountain, Jiangnan Zimo let go of a big stone in his heart and returned to the Jiangnan family with peace of mind.

At night, he sat quietly in the courtyard of the Compassion Pavilion, admiring the clusters of peach blossoms swaying in the night breeze alone, but his mind was not quiet, and he kept thinking about how to find his sister if she was still alive.

The night was quiet, but he heard a soft sound of "pop", which startled him to disconnect his thoughts.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the peach tree beside him, and saw that a small mud pill had been embedded in the tree at some point. He got up and walked over to the peach tree, picked the mud pill with his fingers, and squeezed it in his hand.

Grinding through the dirt, a note was revealed, which read: "Please see the northern slope of the canal, immediately." ”

The northern slope of the canal is a cemetery, and ordinary people do not dare to approach it at night.

Jiang Nanjun frowned slightly, and sneered: "You are finally willing to show up again, how long will I wait for you!" ”

He quietly left the Jiangnan mansion and walked towards the northern slope of the canal.

The night wind was cold and devouring his bones, and his body was cold and bloody, so he put on an extra moon-white cloak and pressed the hood on his head. This not only protects against the night wind, but no one can see his face.

Walking like a fly, it didn't take long for him to reach the northern slope of the canal.

I saw that in the cemetery, there were white spiritualist belts and glittering fireflies floating around. On the heads of some of the new graves, lonely white paper lanterns are hung, and the faint candlelight dances up and down in the lanterns, like ghosts about to float out. Everywhere the yin wind passed, there seemed to be a woman's whimper, and when I looked around, I couldn't see a single figure.

Jiang Nanjun glanced around and said loudly: "I'm here, you still haven't come out?" As soon as the words came out, he felt that his voice was as cold as fireflies.

A few moments later, a sharp howl sounded, and a dazzling white light suddenly crossed the northern night sky. An ugly eye appeared, staring at him with flying eyes.

"Who are you sacred?" Jiang Nanjun saw that strange eyes were so terrifying, and his tone showed surprise, but he didn't panic.

A strange voice came from the manifestation of the strange eye, and replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, do you know who you are?" ”

"Who am I? If you don't change your surname, you don't change your name, I'm a dignified envoy in the world, Jiangnan Zimo! ”

"Hahahaha-" The demonic voice laughed and mocked, "You're really into the play!" ”

"What do you mean by that?" Jiang Nanjun was shocked again.

"What do you mean? Jiangnan Zimo, your Jiangnan family is indeed rich and powerful, and even the emperor Lao Tzu can't compare, but do you know how this qiē came about? Your father, Jiangnan Yushan, did he ever sue you before he died? However, I'm afraid that Jiangnan Yushan himself doesn't know much about the whole story of the Jiangnan family. He was like that and he was a human envoy for decades, and then died of old age. ”

When Jiang Nanjun heard this, he was even more shocked.

He had asked himself this question more than a thousand times, but he had never received an answer. He also searched for the Jiangnan family tree everywhere, but there was no result, and finally he simply gave up. Anyway, for hundreds of years, every generation of the Jiangnan family has been engaged in this errand and mission, and there are not many of them.

But now, the strange eye piqued his curiosity again, and he wondered, "Does it know the answer?" ”

"What the hell are you trying to tell me?" He asked hesitantly.

"I want to tell you about you and your sister Huanshu's life experience."

"Huanshu? Do you know about Huanshu? Is she still alive? As soon as he heard his sister's name, Jiang Nanjun became impatient, and his calmness just now was swept away at once.

"It's really hard to judge whether she's dead or alive. But she's gone where she's supposed to be, and you, no longer sit comfortably in that warm and cozy mansion, it's time for you to go. ”

"You make it clear! Dead is dead and alive is alive, why can't it be judged? ”

Strange Eye replied, "Huanshu is a ghost now, a ghost who will be promoted to god. But whether she can become a god or not, or whether she can't even be a ghost in the end, and ends up in a disillusioned end, it depends on whether your brother is willing to help her! ”

It slowed down with a fierce look in its eyes, as if examining him.

Jiang Nanjun had difficulty breathing, covered his chest panting, sat on the ground, and muttered to himself: "My sister, is it a ghost now?" ”