She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Fu Jiao didn't expect Xue Zhongliu to be so brave.

She thought she would have to waste some time, but Xue Zhongliu, in line with the principle of finding out the truth, directly dragged the body out of the well.

Fu Jiao stood there motionless.

Only then did Xue Zhongliu realize how terrifying her accustomed behavior was. She thought her actions had frightened Fu Jiao, and explained: "Fu Jiao, don't be afraid. He has been dead for a long time, so it won't be a big deal. The Fu family is not clean at all. If you have murdered others before, no matter if it is a domestic slave, No matter who it is, I will seek justice for the deceased."

"I understand."

Fu Jiao was busy acting considerate, "Xue Baotou is very righteous. This is to avenge the dead and let the living feel relieved."

Xue Zhongliu was even more happy when he heard this.

She thought that someone as delicate as Fu Jiao would faint from fear when she saw the corpse, but she didn't expect that she could understand her so quickly. It seems that making Fu Jiao her confidant was her most correct decision.

"In that case, strike while the iron is hot. Let me see what clues there are on this remains."

"Okay, I'll hold the lamp for you."

Fu Jiao happened to have this plan as well.

Holding a candle in both hands, she and Xue Zhongliu stood in the cramped ear room, surrounding the remains that had just been dug out of the coffin, and carefully inspected them. Xue Zhongliu judged one by one based on the age, body shape, and traces of the remains, "The deceased was a female, about thirty years old, five feet tall, and had been dead for more than ten years. The cause of death was..." Xue Zhongliu pressed his fingers on the blackened throat of the remains. , and concluded, "Poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

"Yeah." Xue Zhongliu nodded. She added: "And the deceased will definitely not be a slave of the Fu family. At least he has an identity. Because no one will specially build a coffin and build this octagonal well for a slave."

Fu Jiao echoed: "Your analysis is correct."

The flame of the candle danced over the remains.

There seemed to be something reflecting light in the mouth of the remains.

Fu Jiao pointed quickly: "Xue Baotou, look what's in his mouth."

Hearing this, Xue Zhongliu quickly opened the skull's jaw with his fingers and took out a shining silver ingot from his mouth. The ingot was wrapped with several circles of red thread, but as time went by, the red thread had faded.

"It's an ingot of silver."

Xue Zhongliu weighed it, "Five taels."

Fu Jiao looked at the silver ingot in her hand, her eyes twinkling.

She murmured: "It's hard to stuff such a big ingot of silver in..." Xue Zhongliu speculated: "Did the Fu family poison her to death, then stuff in a ingot of silver and bury it in the ground? What's going on here? ?”

What matters in handling cases in the yamen is evidence and reasons, unlike Fu Jiao, who can tell what's going on at a glance.

This silver ingot is wrapped with red thread, which is a common damaging trick in metaphysics - buying life money.

There is no one in the world who does not love money.

But the money to buy a life is absolutely untouchable.

Whenever someone in the family is seriously ill or is about to die due to an accident, some people will find someone to make gold, silver and copper plates wrapped with red thread and leave them on the roadside for others to pick up. The person who picks up the life-buying money will be haunted by the soul of the dying person until he loses his life, and finally dies with the dying person.

This is quite similar to how Liang Bing died.

It's a pity that Liang Bing asked Mao to lend his life, so that King Chengnan could borrow Liang Bing's life to continue to live longer. However, the money to buy life was to take advantage of people's greed and drag people to hell together. It was purely harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself, which was bad. .

"Xue Captou, can I see the silver?"

"Look."

Xue Zhongliu didn't expect Fu Jiao to be unafraid of these dead things. He just thought the girl was curious.

Fu Jiao took the silver ingot and looked at it, then carefully counted the number of red coils wrapped around it, "One, two, three, four, five, six."

Exactly six laps.

Fu Jiao was stunned, this is wrong! Money to buy a life is always wrapped three times. After six rounds, there was only one possibility - the man in the coffin was murdered!

Fu Jiao figured it out immediately.

Someone else picked up the life-buying money. In order to get rid of the entanglement of the dying person, the person wrapped the life-buying money around three times and gave it to the deceased.

But if that was the case, why did the deceased show signs of poisoning?

The suppressed coffin, the unstoppable resentment, and the viciousness to prevent the deceased from passing away... Who in the Fu family could possibly do such a thing?

Fu Jiao's first thought was Mrs. Xie.

But as Xue Zhongliu said, finding out the truth requires evidence, and subjective conjecture does not work. It will take time to investigate to find out who was behind the kidnapping and who murdered the remains.

"The top priority is to find out the identity of the deceased." Xue Zhongliu looked at Fu Jiao, "Does anyone in the Fu family agree with the identity of this remains in your memory?"

"What happened ten years ago, I was still young at the time, I'm afraid I didn't know..."

Fu Jiao is the only one who borrows shells.

I searched roughly according to the memory of the original owner, but couldn't find anyone who agreed with the identity of the remains.

Xue Zhongliu thought about it and said, "Forget it, I will tell your brother about this tomorrow. He must know the situation better than you."

"Too."

Fu Jiao nodded.

She and Xue Zhongliu temporarily covered the dry well and moved tables to block the traces of the excavation. The old remains were wrapped in sheets and carefully stuffed under the soft couch.

After finishing all this, the two went back to the main room next to them to rest.

Xue Zhongliu was also concerned about whether Fu Jiao was afraid.

Fu Jiao naturally responded with a sweet smile, "I'm sure I won't be afraid if Capt. Xue is here!"

Xue Zhongliu was extremely happy.

She said to Fu Jiao: "When the identity of the remains is found out, all problems will be solved."

"I believe in Xue Baotou's ability." Fu Jiao said.

Covering herself with the quilt, Fu Jiao closed her eyes, but her mind was thinking about another way to identify the remains faster. The resentment in the coffin has always been there, indicating that the soul was suppressed at the bottom of the well and has never dissipated. If she used mystical magic to summon the souls of the dead, wouldn't everything be clear?

Compared to Xue Zhongliu and Fu Zhenqing, who were searching for evidence, Fu Jiao's method of facing the dead was simpler and more crude.

Fu Jiao hesitated and asked: "Xue Baotou, do you believe in metaphysics?"

"Those Taoist magicians?"

"more or less."

Xue Zhongliu's voice was full of vitality, "I only believe in the righteousness of heaven and earth and the righteousness of the world."

Seeing this, Fu Jiao stopped asking any more questions.

She weighed her current Taoist merits and found that she could already perform a ritual to summon souls. It's just that the remains have been dead for ten years, and the resentment is so great that they have to hide it from the Fu family... they can only use the Shifang Soul Summoning Talisman.

Fu Jiao can smash her mouth, and she knows the ten-direction soul summoning talisman, but the blood sedimentation sand used to draw the talisman is extremely rare. Blood sedimentation sand is formed by human blood soaked in cinnabar and weathered for hundreds of years. It is a rare sacred object in Xuanmen. I don’t know if a piece of it can be found in the entire Yuan Dynasty.

Thinking of this, Fu Jiao turned over in annoyance.

She was going to ask Zhao Hao tomorrow.

That guy was very wealthy and had given her a bunch of rare treasures before. He might be able to find blood and sand.