Tang Qisheng's casual remark made everyone's hair stand on end. Although everyone knew that Marquis Zhennan was ill, an ordinary patient wouldn't need so many guards and maids to look after him.

At this moment, Zhu Jie suddenly spoke, "Tell us, what clues did you find on your end?"

Several gazes immediately turned to Li Bai, after all, she was the only one who brought something back, and those bags faintly emitted the scent of medicinal herbs.

Li Bai didn't hide anything and directly opened the wrapped bag, "I went to the pharmacy and bought some herbs. These herbs have a strong refreshing effect. I was wondering if we could use drugs to keep us awake at night and prevent us from being dragged into ghost dreams again."

Before she finished speaking, Shao Tong, with a piece of pastry in his mouth, sat cross-legged and clapped his hands, shouting, "Great! Miss Li Bai's suggestion is really good, I think it's feasible. This Daoist will suffer tonight and stay up to chant scriptures for you. Don't worry, I'm very familiar with Jehovah, he can't possibly not give me face!"

The fat man's heart was pounding. This was all nonsense. This person was clearly mentally unstable, but he put the abnormal ones aside for the moment, this person must have some tricks up his sleeve to have survived until now. Having wandered the martial world for so long, the fat man had greatly strengthened his vigilance against abnormal humans. For example, the orphan group is full of old schemers.

Li Bai was a little annoyed by Shao Tong and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Zhang Qizheng took over the conversation and said calmly, "I've been listening to operas in the teahouse. There's a section called 'Heavily Drumming, Thrice Besieging the City'. I listened for a while and found it interesting, so I chatted with an old patron nearby. From the chat, I learned that this opera is about Luocheng City, right under our feet."

"Back then, Luocheng City was strongly fortified. The dynasty's army attacked several times, suffering heavy losses and returning without success. The defending general at the time was named Guo, known as General Guo. He was extremely brave and personally went into battle, killing seven generals of the dynasty's army in a row. He even got carried away and charged into the dynasty's army formation alone, taking the head of the main general. He went in and out several times as if entering an uninhabited land. The next day, he strung the head of the main general, along with the heads of the other seven generals, and hung them on the city wall to boost morale."

"But these are all words from the opera, not to be taken seriously." The fat man often listened to storytelling and knew more about the scene descriptions inside, which were all artistic exaggerations.

After a moment, Yao Shunyu spoke. He first glanced at the fat man and shook his head slightly, "I went to the bookstore and found some old books there. According to the records in the books, the scene of the battlefield was similar to what Mr. Zhang said, and even more so. Not only was General Guo himself brave and good at fighting, but even his personal soldiers were also extremely brave. The books even said that they were killing gods descended to earth. These people were extremely bloodthirsty on the battlefield. Before the two armies, they tore apart armor with their bare hands, and a punch could knock down a galloping horse. Also, there are records of General Guo charging into the formation and taking the head of the main general, but the books say that he didn't use knives or swords, but bare hands, tearing off the enemy's main general's head with his bare hands."

"I know this sounds absurd, but you can think about it. Now that this city has been brought under the rule of the dynasty, it is understandable to appropriately smear the enemy generals of the previous dynasty, but I don't think there is any need to overemphasize the divine power of the enemy generals of the previous dynasty, so what is written in this book should be partly true, at least being unusually brave should be true, otherwise it would not have been possible for the army to press down several times, and finally end up with heavy losses."

Tang Qisheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly shook his head, "Then that's even more wrong. With such a general, and a group of his dead soldiers, I don't believe that our Marquis could defeat him on the frontal battlefield."

"Are there any records in the book of how Marquis Zhennan defeated General Guo?" Jiang Cheng looked at Yao Shunyu.

Yao Shunyu shook his head, saying very definitely that there wasn't. He had specifically looked through these books. Strangely, there was no information about the final battle of the city's fall, but there were many articles praising the Marquis's wisdom and bravery.

"Mr. Zhang, when you were listening to the opera in the teahouse, did you hear any operas or news about the final battle?" Jiang Cheng then turned to look at Zhang Qizheng.

"No," Zhang Qizheng replied.

"Then where was the battlefield of the final battle, do you know?"

"I don't know."

Jiang Cheng nodded thoughtfully, "It was on Spring God Lake, a naval battle. It is said that it happened late at night. General Guo and all of his personal soldiers were killed by Marquis Zhennan."

When they heard the words "Spring God Lake," everyone was stunned at the same time, and then a feeling of "that's how it should be" appeared on their faces. After all, all the clues they were looking for pointed to Spring God Lake. There must be something strange there.

After a while, Jiang Cheng signaled everyone to calm down. He explained in detail the story he heard from Treasurer Qian, the fragments of armor from the previous dynasty in his hand, and the experience of the old fisherman.

Hearing the end, the fat man couldn't help but wrap his clothes tighter. He always felt a chill behind his neck, a chill that came in waves, as if something invisible was blowing cold air into it.

After the story was finished, everyone was silent. There was too much information in this section, and they needed to digest it.

Jiang Cheng looked at Yao Shunyu and asked, "Have you seen so many books, are there any books introducing Marquis Zhennan, or even a brief introduction?"

Yao Shunyu was also a smart person and immediately understood. He shook his head and said, "No, not a single one. If Marquis Zhennan is mentioned, it is only in passing, or a burst of boasting about his martial prowess and the immortal feats he made for the dynasty, but there is no actual evidence. It seems that apart from defeating General Guo, his life is completely blank."

The words "completely blank" seemed to step on everyone's nerves. Li Bai shuddered suddenly. She remembered Tang Qisheng's words not long ago. This Marquis Zhennan was sitting in a chair like a puppet, communicating with them through a gauze curtain. What was under the clothes was not like a body, but more like a skeleton.

Could it be… could it be that this Marquis Zhennan was not a person at all?

Was he… a ghost?

This guess was suppressed by Li Bai the moment it appeared. It was too strange, and… and there was something unclear. For example, if Marquis Zhennan was really a ghost, then in Li Bai's impression, there was no need for him to be so afraid. After all, from the layout of the entire Zhennan Royal Mansion, one could feel a strange atmosphere. The Enchanting Road, the Coffin Gate, these were all things to deal with ghosts, so she still tended to believe that there should be people living here.

At least… at least there used to be.

"By the way, have you noticed that the layout of this courtyard is also a bit wrong." Lu Qin, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly lowered his voice and said with a strange expression.