Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 709 Su Wuming 8

Although Su Wuming didn't understand what "novel" was, he still nodded in cooperation and thought to himself: This girl is really special.

Su Wuming lifted the red cloth wrapped around the body, and a strong scent of powder mixed with a faint smell of blood hit him. What caught his eye was a young woman in a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix crown and a bridal robe. This should have been the most beautiful moment in her life, but now she had become a cold corpse.

She involuntarily took a half step back, her heart beating like a drum, hitting her chest again and again. Even though Chu Hua was usually very brave, it was her first time seeing a dead person, and the cold corpse in a bright red wedding dress still made her feel terrified. In the prosperous and picturesque times, how could she have ever seen such a scene?

Chu Hua took a deep breath and tried to suppress the acid in her stomach. In the peaceful and prosperous 21st century, how could she have seen such a scene? No matter how bloody the criminal investigation dramas she watched were, they were not as shocking as the real corpse in front of her. She stared at the small notebook in front of her, pretending to take notes, but in fact she couldn't see what was written on it. Her mind was full of the glaring red.

Su Wuming noticed that Chu Hua's face looked strange. Her face was pale and her lips had lost their color. The hand holding the small notebook was trembling slightly. Her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to look directly at the corpse.

His heart tightened. Could it be that he was frightened?

"Miss Chu Huan?" Su Wuming asked with concern, his voice unconsciously becoming a little softer.

Chu Hua seemed to come back to her senses suddenly and forced a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just... the smell is a bit strong."

Su Wuming understood. The scent of powder was indeed strong and pungent, not to mention it was mixed with the smell of blood. Most women would feel uncomfortable smelling it. He took out a handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Hua: "Girl, wipe your sweat."

Chu Hua took the handkerchief, and a light bamboo fragrance lingered around her nose, which was very pleasant and diluted the disgusting smell of powder in the air. This handkerchief was obviously Su Wuming's personal item, and it carried his unique warm scent. Chu Hua felt warm in her heart, and thought to herself: This old antique is quite caring.

She pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat from her forehead, then held the handkerchief in her hand and whispered, "Thank you, Master Su."

Su Wuming was relieved when he saw her expression ease a little, and continued to examine the body.

Su Wuming carefully turned the body over, and Chu Hua's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of her throat. There was a mask on the face of the female corpse!

The mask was emitting an eerie green glow, and it had a square mouth, a wide nose, slender eyebrows, and a hint of a smile at the corner of its mouth, which made it look even more eerie in the dim light.

Chu Hua sucked in a breath of cold air and subconsciously grasped Su Wuming's sleeve, her knuckles turning white. This sudden scene was even more unbearable for her than the smell of blood and powder just now.

After all, she was a modern person. No matter how many ghost stories she read, it was not as shocking as seeing such a strange thing with her own eyes.

Su Wuming noticed Chu Hua's strangeness, turned his head to look at her, and asked with concern: "Miss Chu Hua, are you scared?"

Chu Huan let go of his sleeve as if she had been electrocuted, coughed twice, and said calmly: "No, no, it's just this mask...it's a bit unexpected." She secretly glanced at the mask, then quickly looked away, her heart still beating incredibly fast.

Su Wuming saw her pretending to be calm and laughed in his heart. This girl is really strong on the outside but weak on the inside. He reached out and gently patted Chu Hua's shoulder, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dead thing."

His tone was as gentle as the spring breeze in March, brushing against Chu Huan's heart and making her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Who's scared? I'm just... curious." Chu Hua said stubbornly, trying to maintain her "daring" image. She took a few deep breaths quietly and forced herself to calm down. After all, she was a mystery writer, how could she be scared by a mask?

Su Wuming did not expose her, but instead carefully observed the mask. He reached out and gently touched the edge of the mask, and felt a cool sensation at his fingertips, which made him frown slightly.

"This is a Fang Xiang..." Su Wuming stroked the smooth surface of the mask, with a barely perceptible solemnity in his tone, "It is a burial object, usually made of jade, gold, silver, bronze and other materials, and covered on the face of the deceased. Most of them are in the shape of gods and ghosts, to deter evil spirits and protect the dead souls in peace."

Chu Hua was stunned. This thing looked so strange, but there was such a saying? She bravely moved closer and looked at the mask carefully. The bronze texture was glowing with a faint cold light, and the half-smile expression seemed even more mysterious under the flickering candlelight.

Chu Hua tried hard to suppress her inner fear and asked casually, "What's so special about this square photo?"

She secretly glanced at the mask again. The half-smiley expression on it made her scalp tingle. "Fang Xiang was originally a general in front of King Zhou of Shang, and a pioneer in the war. Later, according to legend, he became a road-clearing god for funerals and exorcism. According to the Tang Dynasty etiquette, only officials of the fourth rank and above can use him, and ordinary people cannot use him without authorization."

Chu Huan opened a new page in her notebook, and the tip of her pen slid across the paper quickly, muttering to herself, "Minister Fang, funeral supplies, only officials of the fourth rank and above can use them, made of bronze, shaped like gods and ghosts, to scare away evil spirits..."

As she took notes, she would occasionally glance up at the mask, as if she was afraid that it would suddenly come to life.

Su Wuming looked at her, who looked like she was facing a great enemy but was trying to remain calm, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. This girl, obviously scared to death, but still pretending to be eager to learn, is really cute.

"Mr. Su, what is the identity of this deceased person? How could he afford to be called Fang Xiang?" Chu Hua asked cautiously after taking notes, still not daring to look directly at the mask.

Su Wuming retracted his gaze and looked at the body again. He groaned for a moment and said, "The identity of the deceased has not yet been ascertained, but judging from her clothes and belongings, she should be a bride."

Chu Huan heard this and was no longer afraid, and hurried forward to take a closer look. She saw that the deceased was wearing a bright red wedding dress, a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, but the face covered by the square made it impossible to see what she looked like when she was alive.

The wedding dress was embroidered with an exquisite pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, interwoven with gold and silver threads. It was extremely luxurious and incompatible with the gloomy mask.

"The bride? How could this be on such a happy day..." Chu Hua muttered to herself, and various possibilities emerged in her mind. Was it a revenge killing? A murder of passion? Or...

Four yamen runners carried the body back to the county office on a stretcher. Chu Hua followed Su Wuming closely, occasionally taking a peek at the stretcher covered with a white cloth, feeling uneasy.