This kind of sandalwood should be quite common in ancient times. It smells like the cheapest sandalwood on the market.

Suddenly, the door to the wing behind him opened with a creak.

Ruan Xia quietly approached and saw a panicked person running out.

"Don't look for me, it has nothing to do with me! I didn't mean it, just believe me..."

The weak scholar only wore an undershirt, which was covered with stains, and his bun was scattered on his shoulders, looking very embarrassed.

Ruan Xia suddenly realized that they couldn't see him, so he simply walked over and took a look.

The scholar's face was covered with snot and tears. When he was going down the steps, he suddenly fell to the ground and started talking nonsense.

"It's not me, it's not me..."

Ruan Xia looked down at him. Was he so frightened that he went crazy?

Ruan Xia looked at the room with an inquiring look.

There must be something there that irritated him.

So Ruan Xia walked directly over and passed through a door. The moment she entered, Ruan Xia had to cover her mouth and nose.

There was too much dust. This was a room that no one had lived in for a long time, and it was lifeless at all.

But it can be seen that this is a woman's boudoir, decorated in a very distinctive way.

It's just that everything is too old and musty.

Just the furnishings in this room.

From the quilts, pillowcases and curtains on the bed, everything is red.

Turning around again, I saw a conspicuous word "happiness" on the floor. This is a word "happiness" that is usually found during weddings.

But Ruan Xia looked around, and the surrounding decoration didn't look like a wedding room, everything was weird.

Apart from these and nothing else, what did the scholar in the theater troupe see?

Ruan Xia picked up the happy card and smelled it, and immediately smelled an unusual smell on it, like the smell of human blood.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside. Ruan Xia walked out and saw the class leader taking the scholar and said in front of the official that he would take him to see a doctor.

Ruan Xia thought to herself that this man was probably disabled and should see a doctor.

After sending the scholar back, the official said to the class leader, “Call everyone out. I need to understand the situation."

The class leader's face flashed, but he nodded and said, “Okay!"

Ruan Xia quickly followed. There were originally a few people from the class in the lobby, but not long after, a few more came one after another.

Only then did Ruan Xia see clearly that there were so many people in the class.

The most conspicuous one, wearing a plain dress, looks like a hibiscus emerging from the water, making people unable to take their eyes away.

That was Qinglian, the first person Ruan Xia saw when she came here.

Compared with her, the people around her seemed to pale in comparison.

The frightened scholar just now was not there. The class teacher said that he was resting in his room.

Facing Mr. Guan, everyone looked a little nervous no matter how seductive they were. Some people bit their fingers nervously, while others were too scared to look at Mr. Guan.

When the official saw that everyone was gathered, he said, "Everyone knows why we have called you here."

A few people nodded.

Qinglian suddenly said, "Isn't it just that mask? Why are you so scared?"

Qinglian is indeed not afraid, and is even completely different from others.

She even put on makeup and looked radiant.

After the official made his rounds, his face looked a bit majestic.

"Tell me as much as you want about that iris."

As soon as those two words were mentioned, everyone's expression changed, especially the class leader. Although he pretended to be calm, he clenched his fists tightly.

His heart has long been exposed.

Ruan Xia was like a bystander, but he was observing everyone from the same angle as the official.

This feeling is quite amazing.

Only Qinglian, the confidence and calmness in her eyes were so full that they overflowed. She looked down at the others like a superior person.

This is so strange.

Even if this matter had nothing to do with her, what was that schadenfreude in her eyes?

After the official asked, no one dared to speak, they all stared at the class leader.

Finally, the class leader spoke up, “Iris used to be the pillar of our place because a man committed suicide."

"A man?"

The official asked.

"At that time, a young man came to the show and fell in love with her. He wanted to marry her. As the leader of the class, I helped with the matchmaking. Iris had no father or mother since she was a child. As the leader of the class, I watched her grow up and was considered half an elder, so I advised her to get married, even if she becomes a concubine, it would be better than wandering all her life."

"On the day when the rich man came to pick her up in a sedan chair, Iris suddenly regretted her decision and hanged herself."

The official thought for a moment.

"Why did she hang herself again if she had already agreed?"

The class leader shook his head, "We don't know either, Iris hasn't told anyone."

Ruan Xia looked at Qinglian and saw her curling up the corners of her mouth with a sarcastic expression on her face.

This Qinglian always gives her the illusion that she knows a lot but refuses to tell.

Seeing that no one in the room was of any use, the official walked straight out.

Ruan Xia thought, he must not miss the person who didn't come.

Sure enough, the official walked towards the scholar's room, Ruan Xia followed, and the class leader and his group followed closely behind.

"I heard the voice before I even reached the door of the room."

"It's not me, don't look for me, it's not me..."

The scholar seemed to have lost consciousness and was still mumbling to himself.

The class leader stepped forward quickly.

"Doctor, how's it going? Is he okay?"

The doctor had just finished administering the acupuncture and put the needle back into the bag with a calm expression on his face.

"I'm frightened. It doesn't matter. I just can't be stimulated anymore in the near future."

The moderator quickly cupped his hands and said, “Thank you very much."

After speaking, he turned around and explained to the official.

"He is also a hard-working man. He is the only talented person in our troupe who can write plays. If he gets sick, my troupe will be doomed."

The official stepped forward and saw that the talented man looked lost and lost, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

He shook his head. This man was probably useless and couldn't ask any questions.

Ruan Xia turned around and saw a corner of clothes floating past the door, which was Qinglian's figure.

Why didn't she come in when she came here? What are you doing sneaking around at the door?

Ruan Xia hurriedly followed him out without even seeing a shadow.

Ruan Xia looked up at the sky. The weather here was always half cloudy, making it difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

The official and the class leader didn't know what to say in the scholar's room, and it took them a long time to leave the room.

Ruan Xia felt that there was no valuable news here, so she went back to the abandoned courtyard. It was probably in that room that Liuli hanged herself.

Just when Ruan Xia had just walked to the other courtyard, suddenly, there was a bustling sound not far away.

She couldn't hear it clearly. When she turned her head, she saw that half of the sky was red, the fire was soaring into the sky, and a cloud of smoke filled the sky.

Ruan Xia instinctively felt something was wrong. When she realized what was happening, she ran wildly towards the direction of the fire.

Realizing what might have happened, Ruan Xia felt like she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

In just a short moment, another big thing happened in this small house.

The one on fire might be the scholar's room!