Zhao Wujiang breathed slowly, Xie Bi'an's expression did not look fake, and he seemed to be unable to see the girl on the scroll exactly the same as his daughter Xie Chensu.

There is no need for Xie Bi'an to commit fraud.

Among the people present, it seemed that except for himself, the rest could not see that Xie Chensu and Dong Shusheng's deceased wife were exactly the same.

"Brother Wuyang, please feel the remaining soul energy in the painting carefully. If you say you can't, you can help us guide the direction."

Xie Bi'an's expression was also a little excited, as if he was more concerned about whether he could find Dong Ning's deceased wife's soul than the scholar Dong Ning.

Zhao Wujiang reached out to caress the scroll and felt the breath above carefully.

He wanted to take the scroll, but the scholar Dong Ning didn't know whether it was stupid or reluctant to leave, but he refused to take the rope of the scroll from his neck.

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

In the residual soul energy of the painting, he felt the almost identical breath to 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 that he guessed in his mind were surging.

He seemed to have really received guidance in the dark and could feel the location of Dong Shusheng's deceased wife's remnant soul.

Zhao Wujiang remained calm and smiled lightly:

"It seems like I've felt something, go out and look for it."

Dong Ning looked extremely excited, and there was mist surging in his eyes. When he heard Zhao Wujiang's words, he wanted to knock on the spot. He had been looking for it for too long, and now he seemed to see the greatest hope.

"Hurry, hurry up, Zhao Wuyang, let's go out to find you. Even if you find you, you will do something great." The girl Xie Chensu also looked excited.

"Let's go." Xie Bi'an's smile became more gentle and he took the lead in walking out of the inn.

Zhao Wujiang, who had been observing their expressions secretly, was even more confused. He felt like he was in the fog deep in the depths, not knowing whether he could not see clearly or Xie Bi'an and others could not see clearly.

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

There are ghosts who laugh, scold, talk, and laugh, ghosts who have no eyes and no aim to walk.

Apart from preconceived perception, Youdu is no different from a mortal city, and ghosts seem to still live a life on earth.

Several people got on the carriage, and Xie Chensu and his handsome senior brother Ye Qianchun, who had a handsome figure in Angzang, entered the carriage, and Dong Ning also stepped into it.

Xie Bi'an was driving, and Zhao Wujiang was still sitting next to Xie Bi'an.

"Well, little brother, where should I go?" Xie Bi'an looked kind and kind, obviously in a good mood.

Zhao Wujiang pointed in a direction based on his intuition.

His face was plain, but his smile seemed a little solemn.

When he got on the carriage, he noticed some details he hadn't noticed last night.

The standard of the carriage carriage is different from that of ordinary carriages. It is dark brown and black, square, like a spiritual box.

The girl's laughter from time to time in the car seemed to be gone as if she had heard last night, and there was a hint of gloom and coldness invisibly.

Zhao Wujiang recalled the details from last night to the present in his head, as well as the news he received after asking about the succubus Liu Qianzi and the female ghost Qing'er, and then he recalled the scene of the return temple on the Return Mountain outside Youdu City and the conversation when he met the pig demon monkey demon.

He gradually pieced together a vague truth.

Now, it's time to verify.

The ghost city is full of ghosts, and those who come and go are either obsessions themselves or other people's obsessions.

Zhao Wujiang has only now vaguely felt some of the true meaning of it.

Maybe if I want to cross the Youdu in the dark, it is not a seemingly simple choice, but an obsession that is attracting me.

Perhaps Xie Bi'an claimed to be Xie Xin'an, but it was not that his dark sword disappeared, but that he was in so deep that he forgot that he was still obsessed with it. He could not feel the obsession like a knife in his heart, so he had a moment of peace of mind.

Similarly, scholar Dong Ning may be like this. He is in his obsession and forgets too much.
Chapter completed!