Yu Qingfeng also walked into the special coffin and got her head out of the hole.

The mage did not close the coffin door as before, but let the audience see Yu Qingfeng's body.

Next, the mage placed the black wooden box with the open door on Yu Qingfeng's head, but still did not close the door.

Someone shouted from below: "That's right, don't close the door, let us see with our own eyes!"

The mage said proudly: "Don't close the door. This goblin is different from the goblin I caught before. She can't cut off her head, but she can turn her head."

"How to turn?"

The mage smiled, walked behind the coffin, pressed both hands on the left and right ends of the wooden box, and exerted force at the same time to start turning.

The audience in the audience could see it clearly. Yu Qingfeng's head slowly rotated along with the wooden box, and turned around in a circle.

Lin Ming stood up suddenly and stared at Yu Qingfeng's head, which was spinning around in the wooden box.

Yu Qingfeng was making a painful expression at this time, as if her head had really been turned around.

"Mage, Master, you promised me that as long as you turn around ten times and I am not dead, you will release my kind."

"No problem!" After the Master said, he suddenly quickly rotated the wooden box.

Yu Qingfeng's head also turned rapidly.

The mage showed a sinister smile and sped up again, spinning eight times in a row.

Every time Yu Qingfeng's head rushed forward, her expression became more painful, and she even screamed.

Lin Ming subconsciously wanted to go on stage.

Lian Shurong grabbed him and said, "Lin Ming, it's just a trick, it's just a trick."

"Maybe this trick is also very painful, maybe Miss Yu is just enduring..."

"What? Are you feeling distressed?"

"I……"

While speaking, Yu Qingfeng's head had been turned more than a dozen times. Later, she kept asking to stop, but the mage never stopped until the mage could no longer turn.

"What's going on?" The mage tried hard with both hands, but he couldn't turn it.

The people below shouted: "You are dead, your eyes are closed! Your tongue is sticking out!"

Lian Shurong was amused by the way Yu Qingfeng closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Lin Ming's face was tense and he couldn't laugh. Finally, he simply rushed onto the stage and rushed towards Yu Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng!"

Lin Ming pushed the mage away, took off the wooden box from Yu Qingfeng's head, and got closer to look at Yu Qingfeng's neck.

Yu Qingfeng stopped pretending, opened her eyes, and was very close to Lin Ming's face.

Seeing Pei Wuyan's concerned eyes up close, I was a little touched.

"It's okay, Mr. Lin, I'm fine, it's just a trick."

Yu Qingfeng gently pushed away Lin Ming's hands that were grabbing her shoulders. She had to keep a certain distance from him. The fragrance of her tea had to be exclusively enjoyed by Pei Wuyan.

Lin Ming pulled Yu Qingfeng off the stage amidst the shouts of everyone.

After Yu Qingfeng got off the stage, she quickly quickened her pace and took the opportunity to shake off Lin Ming's hand.

"How about it, Heroine, tell me, what's going on with this trick?"

The woman leaned in front of Yu Qingfeng's neck and looked at it carefully, then sat back and used it as a support for her chin, thinking hard.

Yu Qingfeng sat opposite her, deliberately making noises to disturb the woman's thinking, and bickering with Lian Shurong.

"Master Lian, you are so smart, please tell me, what is the secret of this trick?"

"It's just a small trick."

Lian Shurong looked at Yu Qingfeng, then at the woman holding her chin, smiled understandingly, and cooperated happily.

"Then you should say so."

"Why do you want me to say it? I will say it. Besides, the heroine is thinking about it. If I say it now, how will you calculate the winner or lose?"

"If you can't see it, just say you can't see it. Admitting it generously is also a kind of frankness."

…

The woman closed her eyes, rubbed her head, knocked her head, and after a series of actions, she finally admitted defeat, "Okay, I will be at your disposal for the next three days."

"Okay, my first mission, you tell me your name."

"My name is Xiyao."

Okay, here comes another person whose last name is kept secret. If it is kept secret, there is definitely something fishy about it.

"Oh, beheading, beheading," an old male voice came from behind, "Seeing this beheading trick reminds me of the day when Master Ding beheaded him twenty years ago."

The four of them turned around together, and the person speaking was an old man with gray hair, and the person he was talking to was another old man with half-grey hair at the same table.

"Master Ding, Ding Chuanzong?" Yu Qingfeng simply changed the position of her chair and sat down towards the two uncles, wanting to join them.

The gray old man was startled, "Little girl, do you know Ding Chuanzong, the magistrate of Ding County? Are you from Pingchuan County?"

This trip turned out to be a great harvest, we came at the right time. Didn’t we meet an insider?

Just in time for the theater troupe to end, Yu Qingfeng immediately suggested that the two uncles be invited to Yunhui Building to spend money, and they would be given a luxurious private room.

As for Xiyao, before Yu Qingfeng extended the invitation, she had already followed her as a matter of course.

In the private room, the gray old man first introduced himself. His name is Dou Tianbao. He is sixty years old and is a native of Pingchuan County. He came to Jeju from Pingchuan County a few years ago to join his children and settled here.

The story of Ding Chuanzong twenty years ago and the origin of the Tomb of Beheaded Ghosts were still fresh in his memory.

Twenty years ago, the official name of my parents in Pyeongcheon County, Jeju was Jeong Chuanjong. He was a clean and honest official, and his reputation spread throughout Jeju.

The name Ding Chuanzong is quite ironic to him, because he only wanted to benefit the people and wanted to use all his belongings to help the poor, so he did not marry until he was 40 years old.

Twenty years ago, Ding Chuanzong was just 40 years old. With the support and help of the people, he finally married a 25-year-old older literary and artistic woman who was not greedy for power and wealth, admired Ding Chuanzong, and wanted to benefit the people together with her idol.

youth.

Not long after they got married, the new wife became pregnant.

Not long after I was pregnant, I encountered a drought in Jeju.

When Jeju suffered a drought, the imperial court distributed disaster relief silver taels and gave Jeju Pyeongcheon County a share of 5,000 taels of silver.

However, just as this disaster relief fund was being transported from the Jeju Prefecture to Pyeongcheon County, it was robbed by a group of bandits while passing through the canyon.

The problem is that escorting disaster relief officials is confidential, and only you know the time and route, so it is impossible for bandits to ambush you in advance.

Then there is only one possibility, there is a mole inside.

Not to mention losing a huge sum of money, all the escorting government officials were wiped out. This incident immediately alerted the prefect and governor, and the two superiors went directly to Pingchuan County to personally investigate the case.

There are two key points in this case, one is to track down the whereabouts of the bandit, and the other is to find the mole.

On the day when the prefect and governor arrived in Pingchuan County, Ding Chuanzong's master brought the physical evidence to report Ding Chuanzong, beat drums to complain, and sued Ding Chuanzong.

The two adults held court to hear the case, and almost all the people in Pingchuan gathered around the door of the government office.

The physical evidence provided by the master was exactly what he found at Ding Chuanzong's home, a letter in which Ding Chuanzong and the bandit leader planned to rob disaster relief funds.

Except for one of the dozen or so letters that Ding Chuanzong had written before he could send it out, the rest were written by bandits to Ding Chuanzong.

It can be seen from the contents of these letters that Ding Chuanzong informed the bandits in advance of all details regarding the time and place of the robbery, the number of escorts, etc.

The only letter written by Ding Chuanzong that has not yet been sent said: After the matter is completed, they will meet up at the old place in the capital to divide the loot. They will not interact with each other in the future. Ding Chuanzong will definitely treat the bandit's cousin well and let the bandit rest assured.

Ding Chuanzong's newly married wife turned out to be the bandit's cousin.


Chapter completed!