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Chapter 726 Su Wuming 25

He paused and added, "It seems that this case is more complicated than we thought."

Lu Lingfeng punched the windowsill, sending wood chips flying.

"How can this be absurd! In this open and clear world, how dare you take human life so lightly! This ghost market is full of filth and must be the lair of the mastermind behind this! I will take people there right now and raze this ghost market to the ground!"

Before Su Wuming could stop it, a noise came from the depths of the Ghost Market, spreading from far away to near, like a pot exploding.

"The immortal has ascended to heaven!" The noise was getting closer and closer, mixed with screams of fear and shouts of disbelief.

Lu Lingfeng was already full of anger, and now he was furious, he drew his sword and was about to rush out. Su Wuming was quick and grabbed him: "General Lu, please be patient, let's see what happens first."

The three rushed to the door of the inn, only to see a black shadow floating in the air, with fluttering clothes, like a ghost.

Everyone in the ghost market knelt down and worshiped, chanting: "The immortal is ascending! The immortal is ascending!"

The black shadow stayed in the air for a moment, and finally floated higher and higher until it disappeared into the sky. Everyone stared blankly at the empty sky, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock.

Outside the ghost market, the night in Chang'an City seemed exceptionally quiet, in stark contrast to the noise in the ghost market just now. Chu Hua took a deep breath, and the cool air calmed her slightly confused thoughts.

"An immortal ascended to heaven? Humph, just playing tricks." Lu Lingfeng snorted disdainfully, obviously despising the reactions of the people in the Ghost Market.

He looked at Su Wuming, with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Su County Lieutenant, who do you think this so-called 'immortal' is?"

Su Wuming pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Perhaps it is some kind of sleight of hand. However, this technique is so exquisite that it is probably not something that an ordinary quack can do."

Su Wuming returned to his residence in Chang'an City, which had previously belonged to the former county lieutenant Wu Daqi. He pushed open the creaking wooden door and walked straight to the study, where he found the familiar wooden box in the corner of a bookshelf filled with files.

Open the wooden box, and inside lies the unused Chang'an black tea.

Su Wuming carefully picked up a piece of tea and sniffed it. A faint fragrance lingered around his nose, but it was not the fragrance of ordinary tea, but a strange, slightly sweet fragrance, and a hint of... blood!

Chu Huan was opposite him, wearing a yellow skirt that made her skin look whiter than snow, and her eyes and teeth bright. She held her chin and looked at Su Wuming with interest, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes, like a kitten stealing fish.

"Lord Su, is there something wrong with this tea?" Chu Hua's voice was clear and pleasant, with a hint of teasing.

"I can't tell..." Su Wuming frowned, brought the tea leaves close to his nose and sniffed them again. The faint smell of blood made him suspicious.

"This scent is...very strange."

Su Wuming took out a small purple clay stove, added a few pieces of charcoal into the furnace, and ignited it with a flint.

The blue flames licked the charcoal, making a slight crackling sound, and a warm feeling gradually filled the study. He poured water from the copper kettle into the purple clay pot, his movements smooth and skillful.

Chu Hua's eyes followed Su Wuming all the time. Seeing his serious look, a ripple appeared in her heart. This man was calm and wise when solving cases, but he was a little silly and cute in life. This contrast really made people... unable to stop.

The water boiled, making a gurgling sound. Su Wuming poured hot water into the kettle, washed the tea leaves, and warmed the cups. He performed the whole process with indescribable elegance and calmness.

The tea in the purple clay teapot slowly filled the cup. The originally clear tea turned as red as blood the moment it touched the bottom of the cup, which was enchanting and strange.

Su Wuming had seen this strange red tea before at Minister Pei's house, and he smelled a pungent smell of blood at that time.

But now it seems that there seems to be some unknown secret hidden behind this Chang'an black tea.

The deep red tea soup swayed gently in the cup, like a pool of solidified blood, emitting a strange light.

Su Wuming stared at the cup of tea with a serious expression.

Considering the condition of the former county lieutenant Wu Daqi, it must be related to this tea.

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this Chang'an black tea." Su Wuming said in a deep voice, with a hint of certainty in his tone.

Chu Hua raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving with a sly smile: "Oh? Why do you say that, Lord Su? Is there any shocking secret hidden in this tea?"

"This Chang'an black tea is probably more than just weird." Su Wuming put down the teacup, frowned, and spoke in a serious tone.

"I suspect there's something mixed in it."

Chu Hua's eyes rolled and she covered her mouth in surprise: "Something mixed in? What? Could it be...poison?"

As she spoke, she secretly observed Su Wuming's reaction.

Su Wuming shook his head: "It may not be poison, but it must be some kind of prohibited substance."

Su Wuming stood up and poured the strange cup of tea into the copper basin. The bright red liquid splashed into the basin, like a blooming poppy, seductive and dangerous.

He has always remembered the kindness of Minister Pei in promoting him. Now the Chang'an black tea is of great importance, so he must inform Minister Pei immediately.

Chu Huan looked at Su Wuming's tall back and thought to herself: This Su Wuming, although he looks dull, is actually very thoughtful. I wonder when his dull head will open up and understand her feelings.

Su Wuming packed up his things simply and hurried out to the residence of Minister Pei.

Minister Pei drinks that strange Chang'an black tea every day. If there really is something wrong with it, the consequences will be disastrous.

Minister Pei was worried about his daughter, Pei Xijun. He was over fifty years old and had only one daughter, who was the apple of his eye.

Ke Xijun was infatuated with General Xiao, whom she had only met once. However, General Xiao had died in the battlefield, and Xijun cried and insisted on staying with General Xiao through thick and thin.

Minister Pei was exhausted these days, but he still invited Su Wuming in.

Su Wuming told Minister Pei about the peculiarity of Chang'an black tea, and after hearing it, Minister Pei's face turned pale.

His heart was shaken, and his face changed. How could this be possible? How could the emperor's possessions and the princess's body drink problematic tea?

He almost subconsciously denied Su Wuming's inference, thinking that there must be some misunderstanding. This tea is what the emperor and the princess drink!

"Has Pei Gong ever entered a fantasy world after drinking tea?"

Upon hearing this, Minister Pei was stunned for a moment, then his expression became a little strange as if he remembered something. He subconsciously touched his beard, his eyes were wandering, as if he was recalling something.

"Illusion? What do you mean?" Minister Pei asked hesitantly.