Today is different from the past. Morrow just stepped into the comforting department early in the morning, and everyone arrived one after another, and a few of them even came earlier than Morrow.

It can be seen how much attention and curious he attaches to the ghost cases in the palace.

After the team got together and practiced premature exercises, Yu Ge came out of the room, rubbed her temples and yawned. Judging from her condition, she obviously didn't sleep all night.

But Yu Ge's fatigue flashed and when he raised his head again, he no longer had the fatigue of staying up all night. Instead, he changed into a serious expression and said:

"Today, the national master will do a way to save those servants who died in vain in the palace and catch those who are really pretending to be gods and ghosts. Her Majesty the Queen asked the tutor to follow the national master to take care of his hair throughout the journey. You are smart, do you know if you do your job well!"

As soon as these words were said, even the Jinyiwei who were mentally prepared were in an uproar.

Yuge just finished speaking, someone whispered below.

What we said is nothing more than - why did the national teacher take action? How come this has changed from a case to a metaphysics? What is the meaning of asking our Jinyiwei to solve the case, and so on.

Most of these people who are the Jinyiwei do not believe in ghosts and gods, not to mention that they do not believe in them themselves. After becoming Jinyiwei, they have cracked many things that seem to be ghosts and gods, but in fact, people are behind them!

After a long time, even the Jinyiwei who believed it would not believe it anymore.

Only when I heard Lord Yuge say that even the national master had been dispatched, his face turned pale suddenly. He secretly pulled the corner of Lamoro's clothes and said:

"Did you hear it? Lord Yuge means is there really a ghost in the palace!"

Mo Luo shook his head, his expression a little stunned. He thought that he would meet the national master again, but he didn't expect that he would meet so soon.

She looked up at Yu Ge's expression. Although she tried her best to suppress her failure to show it, Moro still keenly felt Yu Ge's dissatisfaction and disdain.

So what is she dissatisfied with and disdainful of?

Morrow couldn't help but think of the national teacher who was wearing black and white interwoven ink paintings, mysterious and powerful, a sorcerer of unknown origin that Her Majesty could believe in.

Thinking of this, Mo Luo couldn't help but have a bold guess in his heart-

Could it be that Lord Yuge went to the palace to investigate last night and found nothing, but he had some entanglement with the national teacher?

That's why my face turned so ugly. I recalled that when Yu Ge and his men came back yesterday, there were no scars on their bodies. Mo Luo vaguely speculated in his heart, and only felt that this possibility was extremely high.

The day before yesterday, Yu Ge and his friends went to the palace to investigate at night. Today, they asked the national master to prepare for the practice of salvation. It was obvious that in just a few days, Her Majesty the Queen, the national master and Yu Ge had reached a consensus.

I just don’t know how many of them are voluntary and how many are coercive.

Yu Ge obviously did not want to explain more to Mo Luo and other minions. She just waited for them to discuss for a while and then gradually disappeared before coughing and clearing her throat and speaking:

"Since you said enough, then prepare to set off!"

The Jinyiwei and his group entered the palace in a mighty manner. However, although there were many people, everyone was confused and had no momentum.

Yuge still divided the people he brought into a place in groups according to the distribution of the crime scene. He told him to keep it and left.

Morrow was arranged at a crime scene, and she was still following her, but because the two of them experienced it together last time, this time she took the initiative to ask to be with Morrow.

Morrow didn't mind. It was the same for her who was with her. Just stand up and help from the side.

I don’t know how long it will take to do this, but Moluo and Yuge stood here until noon and still no one came.

Boredly looking at the half-man-high bottom mount placed at the scene, it was an octagonal shape with three incense tables on it. The middle position was empty must have been left for the national teacher.

When I was standing guard here at the beginning, I was a little scared, but as time went by, I lost my patience, and the fear in my heart was much less than half.

Until noon, my stomach was roaring and kicked the air angrily and said:

"I said how long it will take to wait. It's not our turn to get dark!"

Morrow shook his head and looked at the thick fragrance of the yellow paper glutinous rice placed on the incense table. The wisps of cigarettes slowly faded with the wind and gradually blew into the air by the wind.

He followed Moro's gaze and looked at the cigarette, feeling even more angry, and said:

"We can't suck incense so thick, but we can't suck incense alive..."

After complaining alone for a while, when he saw Mo Luo not speaking, he just stood there in a daze, and then slowly fell silent.

The two of them waited patiently for two hours until afternoon, and a low drumbeat sound came from a distance, and then they saw several people coming towards this side from afar.

At the beginning, there were a few small dots, gradually getting closer and closer, and people became clearer and clearer.

It was no one else, it was the national master who was still wearing ink paintings, and there was a servant beating drums beside him. The servant was mechanical in his movements, as if he was never tired.

Morrow saw from a distance that the attendant's frequency was too regular, and it didn't even seem like a normal person could do it.

When I got closer, I found that the man's face was pale and his eyes were not full of spirit, but he was mechanically completing the movements of walking and beating drums.

After just a few glances, Moro felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. This person was too stiff and didn't even look like a living person, and he didn't even blink.

Seeing the walking corpse like a puppet passing by himself and stopping in front of the octagonal stone bottom, Moluo reluctantly moved his eyes away and told him not to look at the attendant or the national master.

At this time, Yu Ge was following the national teacher. Her face looked even more ugly than before she left the Fufu Department in the morning. No matter how dark or smelly his face was, it could be used as the bottom of the pot.

When Moluo saw Yu Ge's face, he felt moved, and thought that the national master must have made some troubles in a moment, otherwise Yu Ge would not be so angry, and even the most basic face-saving project could not be maintained.

The national master didn't say anything, but flew and jumped lightly onto the bottom of the octagonal stone, took out clusters of clusters from the sleeves, a total of three clusters of small incense. She held the flint in her hand and lit the three clusters of incense in an instant.

She was stunned when she looked around. She didn't see the flint in the national master's hand from her angle. She thought that the national master could easily turn fire from the palm of her hand, and she was shocked.

If it weren't for the current occasion, Morrow looked like he was afraid that he would have knelt down and kowtowed ten or eighteen times on the spot.

From the perspective of Moro, I vaguely saw the flint, so I was not surprised that the national teacher was igniting the incense.

Moluo knew that most of the ancient national masters, especially those who walked in the world, were scammers who cheated. In modern and elegant terms, these national masters were idle magicians before becoming national masters.

Thinking about this, she suddenly lost the mysterious color of the national master. Moro originally thought that the national master's skill was powerful. As for the matter of praying to gods and worshiping Buddhas, she naturally did not believe in the matter of exorcising ghosts.

But I don’t know what the three clusters of incense lit by the national teacher were made. The smoke emitted after being inserted was actually thicker than the three. It burned for a morning and half an afternoon and was much thicker.

After a while, the three clusters of cigarettes covered the area with the octagonal base as the core with a layer of white smoke.

Morrow felt that it was still a bit windy at this time, but the white smoke was as stubborn as solid, slowly spreading around the octagonal base, knowing that the longing standing opposite him was only blurred by the white smoke.

Fortunately, it can be seen clearly. Morro smelled the incense with a strange smell, not the smell ignited like an ordinary incense.

It was a smell that Moro had never smelled before. Although it was not unbearable, it was really strange that she couldn't even say what it smelled like.

At this time, the national master simply arranged everything before turning around and saying to Yuge:

"Mr. Yuge, let's do it as usual."

Although the national master shouted "Master Yuge", his tone of speaking was very frivolous, and there was no difference between saying "Hey, it's you."

It can be seen that she and Yu Ge are really incompatible, and they don’t even need to hide their swords in their smiles. They are almost turning against each other on the surface.

Yu Ge's face almost collapsed when he heard this. Morrow looked at her tight muscles sideways and knew that she must be exerting force in secret. Her clenched fists were controlling her urge to take action.

Finally, Yuge gritted her teeth and said:

"One of you two comes and stands in the middle."

Moluo and Chang Kong looked at each other in surprise, and saw a feeling of confusion in each other's eyes, and seemed to be unable to understand what Lord Yuge said.

What does it mean to stand in the middle if someone stands in the middle?!

Then the two of them looked at the middle of the three incense tables at the same time. At this time, the two of them magically reached a tacit understanding without saying a word - it could be that middle!

Isn’t this a ritual to let the deceased rest in peace? Why do you still need someone to do the introduction?

Could it be that the national teacher changed his mind temporarily and said that we should not rest in peace and let the dead soul possess it and solve the case!

This is about to attract ghosts!

The two of them looked at each other. If they had known this was the case, they would not have come if they had been beaten to death!

Especially among the few Jinyiwei who believe and fear ghosts and gods, he is almost unable to stand up at this time.

Moro could see her legs shaking like a sieve through the white incense, and she couldn't help but think in her heart - this is a modern jazz dance, break dance is definitely not a problem, just a little yin music can win the championship.

At this time, the national master seemed unable to wait for Yuge to make a decision, and walked to Moluo on his own and said:

"I see that little sister is so scared that she is going to death, otherwise you will come?"

Moluo felt uncomfortable when she saw this national master. She still had the golden mask on her face, covering half of her face tightly, and even her eyes were still covering her.

I don’t know how much this national master has for such a mask, Moluo thought in his heart.

Just glanced at it, nodded helplessly and walked towards the platform.

Accompanied by the sound of the puppet attendant's regular blow to the drum surface, Moro walked towards the octagonal bottom support step by step, feeling more and more panic in his heart, and the closer he got, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Just as she stopped, there was only a gentle voice behind her ear:

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable, as did people before."

The sound was not loud, but it could be clearly transmitted to Morala's ears, accompanied by a wet and cool breath sprayed on Morala's neck and shoulders, and it didn't seem like a living person.

But the voice was clearly from the national teacher. Her tone was relaxed as if she was standing in the vegetable market. However, Mo Luo's body feeling was too bad. She subconsciously slammed her elbow back and almost passed her consciousness and then rushed out.

However, this attack did not hit, but was quickly caught by the national teacher. She was not angry, but just smiled softly.

The sound was exactly the same as when I was in the kiln cave that night. The scene of two people fighting and being at a disadvantage popping up in Moluo's mind, and a feeling of a cat catching a mouse appeared again.

"Your Jinyiwei's habits are really the same."

Moluo came back to her senses, and she heard what the national master said, and now she turned around in her mind before she realized it-

It must be that the national teacher explained the situation to Her Majesty the Queen, and I don’t know what to do to convince Her Majesty the Queen to let her sacrificialize the dead and asked the Jinyiwei to assist.

Yuge is so angry today. I guess he doesn’t know that the national teacher’s assistance is to let his subordinates stand directly on this salvation platform.
To be continued...