But it was only for a moment. Yu Chengmu's expression returned to normal, even with a hint of composure. He squinted at Abiao, then turned to Jia Jinliang, "Hehe, I was originally planning to inform you later, but since Brother Abiao brought it up, then... very well, I'll tell you in advance."

　　As he spoke, Yu Chengmu reached into his sleeve and fumbled for a while, finally taking out a piece of cloth that looked like a wrapping.

　　The cloth was quite worn, and at first glance, it was gray and dull, but Jia Jinliang couldn't help but shrink his pupils, because he noticed that from his angle, there was a faint golden light on the cloth. It was golden thread embedded in the cloth.

　　"It's a shroud..." Jia Jinliang whispered.

　　Yu Chengmu smiled slightly, "Boss Jia has good eyes, but this is no ordinary shroud, but a kasaya (Buddhist robe) worn by a high-ranking Buddhist monk when he passed away."

　　Obviously, what Yu Chengmu held in his hand was just a fragment of the kasaya.

　　This treasure must have been obtained by someone from the Yin trade.

　　But what Jia Jinliang was really interested in was not the kasaya, but the words revealed on it after the kasaya was fully unfolded.

　　The handwriting was not very clear, but after barely recognizing it, the content made Jia Jinliang gasp. "It seems this is the real treasure. What Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) has been desperately seeking is this letter."

　　The handwriting on the letter was consistent with the handwriting on the letter they found at the paper craftsman's house. It was left by the paper figurine Lu Jianli, and the content was to ask Miss Wu to trust the person who delivered the letter and cooperate with him to complete the farce of a fake sacrifice and a real elopement.

　　After seeing it, Abiao couldn't help but curl his lips. "Stupid woman, she'd believe such nonsense."

　　Hearing this, Yu Chengmu turned his head to look at him and explained, "You can't say that. They secretly used the zhenhunling (soul-suppressing bell) on Miss Wu, suppressing one of her souls and one of her spirits. Besides... Miss Wu is deeply in love with Lu Jianli, so this result is quite common."

　　Jia Jinliang frowned, as if he had suddenly realized something, and his eyes slowly widened. "One soul and one spirit... the zhenhunling (soul-suppressing bell) seals Miss Wu's one soul and one spirit?"

　　"I'm afraid so." Yu Chengmu nodded, his smile strange. "I just thought of this."

　　No one would believe Yu Chengmu's words, but Jia Jinliang and Abiao did not turn against the former because of his concealment. On the contrary, their attitude towards Yu Chengmu became more and more amiable.

　　Because they were sure that Yu Chengmu, the old fox, was saying this intentionally, the purpose was to knock them down a peg, so that they would not have the idea of killing for treasure.

　　He knows... much more than the two of them combined.

　　Even if they really snatched this treasure, without Yu Chengmu's guidance, they might not be able to use it, let alone face the threat of Chen Hao and his five people from Jiangcheng.

　　Yu Chengmu understood that after Zhang Junyu's death last night, Jia Jinliang and Abiao had become wary of him, and these two would definitely not let him go alive after they got out this time.

　　But wasn't that what he was thinking? And he... would not give these two people a chance to leave alive at all.

　　"Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess)... can only be mine!" A hint of covetousness flashed in Yu Chengmu's eyes.

　　……

　　The night gradually deepened, but Jiangcheng had no intention of sleeping. The clues were mixed and pieced together, giving him a sense of powerlessness that he could not unravel.

　　Tonight is really like crossing a river by feeling for stones...

　　"Doctor." Fatty looked worried. "Tonight... will Chen Hao die?"

　　After a long silence, Jiangcheng turned his head. The side of his face in the candlelight actually made Fatty feel a little strange. "I don't know, but it's impossible for us to get out of this unscathed tonight."

　　This answer was already expected by Fatty. The reason for asking was to expect a different answer from the doctor. This was a man who was good at creating miracles, and he could believe in him for no reason.

　　Hearing this, Fatty nodded and stopped talking.

　　The situation that could make the doctor say such things was undoubtedly difficult.

　　"Dong!"

　　A sound came through the door, and Fatty shuddered when he heard it.

　　It was the sound of a梆子 (bangzi, a clapper)!

　　But... the night watchman was clearly dead. Tonight was to send his body to the Crossing River. Who was knocking the bangzi to tell the time?

　　Compared with Fatty's fear, Jiangcheng was more concerned about the direction from which the bangzi sound came. This time, the bangzi sound no longer had the ethereal texture of before, but was direct and not far from them.

　　Finally, Jiangcheng determined that the bangzi sound... came from the direction of the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) Temple.

　　That is to say, the person knocking the bangzi entered the Wu family mansion.

　　Who could it be?

　　Someone from the Yin trade?

　　Or the night watchman was not dead at all, just pretending to be dead, or... the one knocking the bangzi this time was simply a ghost?

　　What Jiangcheng really couldn't accept was that no matter which result it was, he didn't have enough confidence to deal with it. As he had said before, the initiative was never in their hands.

　　In any case, the bangzi sound had sounded, which meant that their mission tonight had begun.

　　Taking a deep breath, Jiangcheng tidied up his belongings and pushed open the door.

　　In the night sky, hung a crescent moon.

　　Almost at the same time, Yu Chengmu and Chen Hao's groups also set off. The three groups converged halfway, without saying a word along the way. The oppressive atmosphere made Fatty unable to help but open his mouth to breathe.

　　Standing in front of the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) Temple, the scene before them was indeed a bit unexpected.

　　Facing the temple gate, there were four paper horses placed side by side.

　　The paper horses were completely different from any paper horses they had seen before. The height was almost equivalent to a real horse, and the physique was even stronger. Moreover, the expressions and movements were different, and the hooves were slightly raised, as if they could move in the next second.

　　The four paper horses were pulling a wooden trailer, and on the trailer was a huge coffin.

　　The coffin was almost one and a half times wider than an ordinary coffin, and it was painted with dragons and phoenixes in gold, which was very beautiful.

　　But everyone was in no mood to appreciate it, after all, the background color of the entire coffin was painted bright red, which was bright red in the night, as if it had just been fished out of a pool of blood.

　　"It's a joint burial coffin..." Du Moyu's face was unnatural.

　　Even from this far, they could feel a strong baleful aura. The closer they got to the coffin, the lower the temperature became. Fatty couldn't help but rub the goosebumps on his arms, and suddenly felt like he wasn't in the Wu family mansion, but at the bottom of the Crossing River.

　　When they really walked into the temple, everyone's eyes were attracted by the scene in front of them. The original statue of the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) was brutally smashed, and the scattered fragments and dust splashed everywhere.

　　Abiao looked down at the ground. After a while, he seemed to have made a discovery, and picked up a fragment after brushing away the dust.

　　There was a strange groove inside the fragment, which was very slender, and there was a dark red mark in the groove, as if it had been left after being soaked in blood.

　　"No wonder we didn't find Miss Wu's bones. It turns out they were sealed inside the statue." Lei Mingyu stared at the fragments of the statue, his voice suppressed.