Ruan Xia was startled, and when she turned around, the door she came from had disappeared.

It seemed that it was impossible to go out for the time being, so Ruan Xia could only bite the bullet and go inside.

Before walking a few steps, a scream suddenly came from the main room, it was a woman.

Ruan Xia instinctively ran towards the source of the sound.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a huge tarpaulin, which looked breathless.

Everything here looks very gray in tone. This is a somewhat quaint courtyard, and the layout of the wing rooms are all in ancient style.

Ruan Xia soon saw a figure in a white dress.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in the same outfit, with her hair disheveled and a sad look on her face, as if something had just disturbed her dream.

Because Ruan Xia's angle was just diagonally facing her, all her facial features could not be seen clearly.

I just feel that those willow eyebrows are frowning heavily.

Immediately afterwards, people came running over from all directions. Some were fully clothed, and some were only wearing a coat. Everyone walked together with a bit of dignity.

"There, in the water!"

The woman pointed outside the yard and said, and someone immediately walked over.

"Don't be afraid, let's see what it is."

Someone walked over and trembled with fear when he saw what was in the pool.

"This...what can we do!"

I saw a white mask floating on the originally calm water.

After Ruan Xia realized that no one could see her, she walked over to look at the mask.

It's the kind of prop that's common in opera troupes, nothing special.

However, the people in front of them seemed to have lost their souls.

"It's her, it must be her! She's back for revenge!"

A white-faced scholar in the crowd screamed, his whole body trembling, his face full of fear.

The leading man looked a bit old and should be the head of these people.

"Shut up! What are you doing talking about a dead person? If you're dead, you're dead!"

The man pointed at the mask on the water, his moans trembling.

"Then how do you explain this? This was her favorite during her lifetime. It has appeared several times. Do you still remember it!"

The leading man stepped into the water, picked up the mask, and smashed it to the ground.

"There can be no such thing as an innocent soul in this world. Someone must be deliberately trying to scare people!"

As he spoke, he glanced around, everyone felt a little awkward and lowered their heads.

"Let me put my words here first. If anyone does such a little trick behind my back and I find out, you know the consequences. Be careful, huh!"

After saying that, he took the mask and walked out.

The woman in white was the only one left in the huge wing room.

After everyone left, the woman actually had a proud smile on her face.

Ruan Xia instinctively felt that something was wrong with this woman. At least she was not afraid of this mask. Everything she did just now was just an act.

Although the scream attracted most of the people, this woman was the calmest among them all.

Others did not observe her reaction carefully, but Ruan Xia, as an outsider, saw it clearly.

Now there are two suspicious clues in front of Ruan Xia.

One is this woman, and the other is the mask in the water.

If we could figure out the relationship between the two, we would be able to figure out the whole thing.

And the dead person seems to be the key.

Ruan Xia crossed her arms and looked at everything.

The tomb owner actually invited her to solve the mystery.

"Interesting and difficult things are my favorite."

Ruan Xia thought so and took a talisman and put it on his body.

Since everything here is caused by the transformation of yin energy, anything it touches may enter the body.

That talisman is like a portable barrier that isolates the Yin Qi from outside.

According to the clothes of those people just now, they should be from ancient opera troupes.

Someone died for unknown reasons. There must be something fishy about the dead person.

The man who was leading the group just now should be the class leader. His style of conduct was stern and straightforward, and he quickly invited an official to investigate the case.

"Master, you have to investigate this thing carefully. It's causing trouble for everyone in our team to have trouble sleeping!"

Ruan Xia looked over and saw a man in official uniform walking over, holding the mask in his hand and looking left and right.

Ruan Xia thought for a moment and followed him.

"Qinglian? Qinglian? Are you there?"

No one responded inside, and the class leader smiled awkwardly at the officer.

"Maybe I was scared just now. Qinglian is our pillar, little girl."

The official nodded to express his understanding, and simply stood at the door and looked at the mask.

Only then did Ruan Xia see clearly the overall appearance of the mask.

The base is white, with patterns similar to cinnabar painted on it, and a flower is outlined with green paint at the mouth.

"This flower seems to be an iris?"

The class leader nodded immediately.

"To be honest, this mask was once the beloved object of one of our pillars. Her single name was Iris, but she has passed away. When she was buried, this mask was buried with her."

The whole troupe was watching the burial, so the mask appeared again, and everyone was scared out of their wits.

The official held the mask and looked at it for a long time.

"The pattern is not very complicated. It is possible that it was copied by someone."

The class leader shook his head, "Absolutely impossible, you see."

After speaking, he pointed to an inconspicuous pattern at the bottom of the mask.

"My lord, this is Iris' own unique handwriting. It's like her mark. No one can imitate it."

The official nodded. This is indeed difficult to imitate.

The mask couldn't be inserted anymore, the official said quickly.

"I want to go somewhere else in the house, that's okay."

The class leader stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"Just look, this whole thing depends on you."

As the two of them walked in another direction, Ruan Xia knew that there would be no clues if he followed them, so he simply followed his own path.

In the plot just now, apart from the suspicious-looking Qinglian, it was the white-faced scholar.

He seemed timid and knew a lot, so he looked more fearful than the others.

Maybe you can start with him.

So Ruan Xia recalled the direction the scholar had left and walked over without hesitation.

She walked through the long corridor, and it could be seen that the illusion here was not restored very well, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

In the middle of the yard, a huge locust tree stands, very conspicuous.

In ancient houses, planting such a locust tree was very shady, and it was easy for strange things to happen.

The locust tree is negative, and the layout of this house is also very problematic. It is simply a paradise for lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Ruan Xia walked down the stairs to feel the locust tree. As she walked, she almost tripped over something under her feet.

She stopped and looked down. It turned out to be an incense burner usually used to burn incense.

The incense burner seemed to have been abandoned for a long time and was stained with rust.

Ruan Xia took a closer look and saw that it was a very common style. At that time, there were countless such incense burners in their Taoist temple.

Ruan Xia curiously picked up the incense burner and saw that there was thick incense ash inside.

She touched it a little and moved it to the tip of her nose to smell it.

"It's sandalwood..."