Zhao Wujiang breathed out slowly. Xie Bi'an's expression didn't look like he was faking it. It seemed that he really couldn't see that the girl on the scroll was exactly the same as his daughter Xie Chensu.

There is no need for Xie Bian to lie.

Among the people present, it seemed that no one except himself could see that Xie Chensu was exactly the same as Dong Shusheng's late wife.

"You're all right, little brother, feel the remaining soul energy of the scroll carefully, and if you can't, you can help us guide the direction."

Xie Bian's expression was also a little excited, and he seemed to be more concerned about finding the remnant soul of Dong Ning's deceased wife than the scholar Dong Ning.

Zhao Wujiang stretched out his hand and stroked the scroll, carefully feeling the breath on it.

He wanted to take the scroll, but the scholar Dong Ning didn't know whether it was stupidity or reluctance, but he just refused to take off the rope of the scroll from his neck.

Zhao Wujiang didn't care, but took a step closer to feel it carefully again.

In the remaining soul energy of the scroll, he felt almost the same aura as that of the girl Xie Chensu, but it was much thinner.

He could already confirm that the girl in the painting was Xie Bi'an's daughter, Xie Chensu.

Suddenly, countless possible scenes were surging in his mind.

It seemed that he had really received guidance from somewhere, and could feel the location of the remnant soul of Dong Shusheng's deceased wife.

Zhao Wujiang's expression did not change, he smiled lightly and said:

"I seem to feel something. Let's go out and find it."

Dong Ning's expression was extremely excited, and there was water mist in his eyes. When he heard Zhao Wujiang's words, he wanted to kiss him on the spot. He had been looking for him for so long, and now he seemed to have seen the greatest hope.

"Come on, come on, let's go, Zhao Wuhuang, let's go out and look for you. If we find you, it will be a great thing." The girl Xie Chensu also looked excited.

"Let's go." Xie Bian's smile became gentler and he took the lead to walk out of the inn.

Zhao Wujiang, who had been secretly observing their expressions, was even more confused. He felt as if he was deep in a fog. He didn't know whether it was because he couldn't see clearly or because Xie Bian and others couldn't see clearly.

Zhao Wujiang slowly followed Xie Bi'an and the others and left the inn. The streets were filled with bustling "people".

There are ghosts who are laughing and cursing, talking and laughing, and there are ghosts whose eyes are dull and walking aimlessly.

Despite preconceptions, Youdu is no different from a mortal city, and the ghosts still seem to be living a human life.

Several people got on the carriage, Xie Chensu and Ye Qianchun, the handsome brother with a tall figure and a handsome appearance, entered the carriage, and Dong Ning also stepped into it.

Xie Bian drove, and Zhao Wujiang was still sitting next to Xie Bian.

"You're all right, little brother, where should we go?" Xie Bi'an looked kind and kind, obviously in a good mood.

Zhao Wujiang pointed in the direction based on his intuition.

His face was dull, but his smile seemed a little dignified.

As he boarded the carriage, he noticed some details that he had not noticed the night before.

The style of the carriage carriage is different from that of ordinary carriages. It is dark brown and black, and is boxy, like a spirit box.

The girl's laughter that came from time to time in the carriage seemed to be no longer as cheerful as the one heard last night, but seemed to have a touch of gloom and coldness.

In Zhao Wujiang's mind, he recalled the details from last night to the present, as well as the news he got after interrogating the succubus Liu Qianzi and the female ghost Qing'er, and then thought about the return temple on the return mountain outside Youdu City, and the conversation he had with the pig monster and monkey monster.

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He gradually pieced together a vague truth.

Now, it's time to verify.

Youdu is full of ghosts and ghosts, and those who come and go are either obsessions themselves or the obsessions of others.

Only now did Zhao Wujiang vaguely feel the true meaning of it.

Maybe he secretly wants to cross the Youdu City, not because it seems like a simple choice, but because of his obsession.

Maybe Xie Bian calls himself Xie Xin'an, not because his underworld sword is gone, but because he is so obsessed with it that he forgets that he is still obsessed with it. He can no longer feel the obsession like a knife in his heart, and he has a moment of peace of mind.

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Similarly, the scholar Dong Ning may be like this. In his obsession, he has forgotten too much.
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