Douluo: a deer

Chapter 89
The flags fluttered and surged in the dark wind, like countless broken arms dancing wildly, scraping and making a "whoosh" sound.

Everything in front of him made Qin Huan feel extremely weird and weird...

From the south of the city to the north of the city, passing by row upon row of buildings, the giants in the darkness stood silently, looking at Qin Huan and his party and other uninvited guests.

As they got deeper, it seemed like something was gradually waking up.

Walking more than a hundred meters to the north, it suddenly became clear that the surrounding area was much more open, and there was another high wall in front of me, blocking the way.

"The inner city is ahead..."

Qin Huan pulled the reins, and the filly walked a little slower.

It was still a narrow, long and deep corridor. After Qin Huan let Lan Youyou sit down, he flipped his hands, and the carriage pulled by the little mare stayed in place.

The situation inside is still unknown, if the compartment is still kept, it may be a burden.

Lan Youyou hugged Qin Huan tightly, Qin Huan gave a "drive", and the filly started to run.

Darkness lingers around, and now there is no trace of orange, and it has completely sunk into the silent night.

Qin Huan could even hear Lan Youyou's slight breathing and heart beating behind him.

quiet!It's so quiet...

After a while, a faint light gradually flashed in front of him.

Qin Huan was surprised, but the light became more and more dazzling.

The little mare accelerated, obviously out of joy at seeing the light, it took off and jumped out.

After exiting the arched stone gate of the corridor, the surrounding light reached its peak in an instant, and Qin Huan blinked a little uncomfortable.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him made him stand there in a daze, as if struck by lightning!

There was even an unrealistic dreaminess... Qin Huan's whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

The flags fluttering under the lanterns are no longer the dark and terrifying appearance in memory, but colorful and fluttering in the wind.

There were noisy and bustling voices.

The crowd was like flowing water, walking in front of Qin Huan on their own, they were either hawking, shouting, or talking.

Several children ran past Qin Huan chasing and playing.

There are husband and wife who join hands, there are old people with rickets, there are strong grooms, there are scholars with book baskets on their backs, and there are...

Countless figures passed by Qin Huan, like a dream, Qin Huan couldn't tell the truth.

Such a beautiful utopian picture... formed a sharp contrast with everything in his memory.

With smiles on their faces, they walked under the fiery red lanterns, and the lonely night sky seemed to reflect the full moon, interpreting the word happiness.

Such a prosperous appearance is like the decorations during the festival.

But Qin Huan stood on the horse's back like a fool, unable to recover for a long time.

"This……"

Lan Youyou patted his back.

Qin Huan came back to his senses:

"Ok?"

"Let's come down and walk."

Lan Youyou smiled, turned over and jumped off the filly.

The energetic Lan Youyou really relaxed at this time, she was so scared to death just now, but now that she saw so many people, she became active.

Qin Huan jumped off the horse, took the reins and led the filly forward.

The warm red lanterns brought a bright warmth that spread to the edge, as if washing away the hostility and haze in Qin Huan's body, and the cold air did not dare to get close.

Even though there was an unreal sense of rejection in his heart, it was slowly disappearing...

There are smiles on people's faces, and everything is so beautiful.

Lan Youyou pulled Qin Huan, Qin Huan pulled the filly, and the two of them rode together and went shopping.

Surrounded by the crowd, an old man was smiling all over his face. He pointed to the crossword puzzle beside him, and he was in high spirits:

"Passing by, take a look, take a look!"

"Guess the crossword puzzle, get a prize!"

When the people around heard that there were prizes, they immediately chattered and clamored to participate, looking extremely lively.

A woman pinched the male companion next to her, and said plaintively, "Why don't you win a prize for my servant?"

The man let out a painful cry, nodded immediately, and joined the team.

Qin Huan looked at them, frowning.

His facial expressions, actions, words, and even temperature are all the same as ordinary people, everything is so real...

At this time, seeing that the atmosphere was almost lively, the old man knocked on the gong in one hand.

After the sound of "Dang", the crowd fell silent.

They all raised their heads and looked at a board that the old man had pulled open.

It reads: White head, blue background, red body!

Lan Youyou also stood on tiptoe to look at it, she thought for a while with her clever mind, and then turned her head to Qin Huan.

"..." Qin Huan.

Some people in the crowd frowned in thought, and some secretly shook their heads with a twinkle in their eyes, but no one could answer for a while.

Qin Huan looked at the riddle and had the answer in his heart, but felt a little uncomfortable.

He read the word lightly: "Blood..."

The white head is the Pie, and the blue base is the dish.

The whole body is red, together, it is blood!

Blood!

Qin Huan's pupils trembled violently, and a storm surged in his heart, which has not yet calmed down.

The old man smiled cunningly and ignored it, and pulled out the second crossword puzzle!
The audience complained one after another.

"I haven't guessed yet!"

"What's the hurry?!"

Qin Huan looked at the second board, and could no longer calm down. His body trembled violently, and his pupils were fixed on the second board.

The above said: "Latecomers come first!"
Those who live in the ancient characters live behind.

It's... Tu!

"Blood slaughter... blood slaughter..."

Qin Huan murmured over and over again, the noise in his ears was extremely ear-piercing.

Those people acting like puppets may not have the knowledge of life and death...

The guy who plays with the dead!
"Hehe." He chuckled lightly, with a bone-chilling chill in his voice.

At a loss, Lan Youyou was dragged away by Qin Huan, who also had a bloody yellow book in Qin Huan's hands.

It is the prize for guessing the riddle, and it is also a gift from the old man...

Qin Huan walked tens of meters and suddenly turned around. The lively place just now was still lively, but how could he still see the old man guessing riddles?
Even the stalls are gone!

No matter how perfect the system is, there are loopholes. Even if it crazily covers up and makes up for it, it will always be a leaky bag that can't be plugged no matter how hard it is... Qin Huan bowed deeply to the place where the old man disappeared, with a blue smile on his face. Yoyo turned and left.

After finding a post station, Qin Huan decided to go to the City Lord's Mansion to find out the truth at dawn.

When he entered, he bumped into a little girl, she held a bunch of flowers and smiled at Qin Huan and Lan Youyou, but there seemed to be a dead void in her clear pupils.

"Brother! Buy a flower handle."

She was wearing shabby and mended clothes, and the straw sandals on her feet showed green toes, but she looked dirty.

Even with empty eyes, Qin Huan still saw tenacity and hope in them, and a string in his heart was touched.

He leaned over and rubbed the little girl's head:

"Okay, brother, buy one."

He took out a golden soul coin and stuffed it into the little girl's hand, her little hand was cold...

Then Qin Huan took a rose and handed it to Lan Youyou, who made Lan Youyou happy for a while.

"Brother, I'm looking for your money." The little girl took out a small cloth bag, which was filled with scattered copper soul coins.

Her face was slightly wrinkled, and she felt that she didn't have enough money to give Qin Huan, so she handed the remaining flowers to Qin Huan.

Qin Huan shook his head and sighed:
"Someone has already owed the money for shopping, and sooner or later they will have to pay it back."

His gaze fell silent, and he led Lan Youyou upstairs without looking back.

He didn't dare to look into the little girl's eyes anymore...

The yellow book in his hand was as heavy as a mountain, and he couldn't breathe under the weight.

The glaring numbers smell like blood...

Conscripts... millions of households!

(End of this chapter)