[Chen Qingling] The old man sighs

The proprietress paused while shaking her fan, pondered for a moment, then leaned forward and said, "Hush, keep your voice down, the night in Yanshan Town is no better than other places, you two should be careful, don't go out late at night."

Wei Wuxian came out from behind Lan Wangji, and said in surprise, "Sister, why don't you explain it more clearly?"

The proprietress is also a talkative person. Seeing that the temperament and conversation of the two were comparable to ordinary people, she sighed: "Then I will explain to you two."

Wei WuXian agreed with a smile, pulled Lan WangJi to find a seat and sat down, and the proprietress brought out a plate of melon seeds. "The strange things in this town start from three months ago."

She crossed her legs and spat out the melon seeds, and then said: "Did it start? It was Confucius in the next street who was drinking with a good friend. Good friend. Once drinking, the conversation can't stop. The two of them drink until midnight. Good friend Seeing that it was getting late at night, Confucius wanted someone to stay overnight, but Confucius insisted on refusing to go home."

Hearing this, Wei WuXian thought that it was probably because of something this person encountered in the middle of the night.

Sure enough, the proprietress said: "Confucius's house is far away. It doesn't matter if you have to climb over a mountain. Confucius is a pedantic man who is bold and unbelievers. What he often talks about is that there are no ghosts in this world. It's all conceived by bad guys to scare themselves."

"Our town has a custom that all the dead are buried on the top of the mountain, without exception, for generations. Ordinary people generally don't go to the trails on the hills. They usually take the avenues. The avenues are wide and the trails are close."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Which way did he go?"

Then this Confucius is also courageous enough.

The proprietress nodded, and took a sneak peek at Lan Wangji, who was sitting upright, and didn't dare to look any further, "But, after this person came back, he seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. A ghost crawled out, a ghost crawled out."

Lan Wangji listened quietly at the side, Wei Wuxian couldn't hold back, scratched his palm on the table like a trick, and said solemnly: "Then did you go to the cemetery the next day? Something really crawled out gone?"

"No, the people in the town don't believe it. They all think it was a hallucination that Confucius saw after drinking too much."

Wei Wuxian clicked his tongue lightly, listening to the proprietress continue talking.

"After a few days, the families near the mountain road also began to react, saying that something was making noise on the mountain, the sound was loud and sharp, and it was very scary."

"The people in the town finally realized that something was wrong. Find a sunny afternoon, call a young man with a strong physique in the town, and go up the mountain with a hoe. It doesn't matter, the mountain is full of chaos. There are dead bodies lying there, and all the coffins have disappeared, leaving only big pits one after another."

This is not a crime.

The most frightening thing was that these corpses seemed to come to life that night, and they all staggered down the mountain, jumping on anyone they saw, and dragging the person away.

Wei Wuxian sighed in his heart, shouldn't he cheat the corpse? With so many young and strong men going up the mountain, this corpse has absorbed enough yang energy, it would be strange if it didn't transform into a corpse.

He looked sideways at Lan Wangji and said, "Lan Zhan, what do you think?"

Lan Wangji asked, "Have you ever hurt someone?"

This question was asked by the lady boss.

Seeing this fairy-like figure talking to her, the proprietress didn't dare to kowtow, she sat very upright, and said: "No." At this point, she lowered her head and thought for a while, and then said: "It seems that I have hurt someone. , that man bit Hu Mutou's arm."

"Arm?" Wei Wuxian twirled the petition in his hand, "Who is Hu Mutou?"

Without having to talk to Lan Wangji, the proprietress relaxed: "Hu Mutou is the owner of the coffin shop on East Street. Ever since he was bitten by that walking corpse, he has been worrying every day whether he will transform into a corpse and become a member of the walking corpse army. a member."

"No," Wei Wuxian smiled, "How is it possible, these are low-level walking corpses, not as powerful as a bite from a dog."

The proprietress grinned and handed over the melon seeds, "Come on, let's go together."

Wei Wuxian declined the kindness of the proprietress and stood up, while Lan Wangji beside him had already got up, "Let's go back to the room."

The proprietress suddenly felt a little cold, and said strangely: "It's strange, it's not windy." She tightened her coat, ordered Xiao Er to close the window, hummed a tune, and continued eating sunflower seeds.

"Brother Lan," Wei Wuxian followed, "Why are you walking so fast, wait for me."

Lan Wangji tilted his head slightly, and glanced at him indifferently.

Wei Wuxian seemed to sense something from this look, he stepped up a few steps, stood in front of Lan Wangji, and said with a smile, "Lan Zhan, tell me, are you jealous?"

Lan Wangji remained silent.

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes a few times, wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji, "If you don't tell me, I won't let you in."

"Please get out of the way."

"No," Wei WuXian pouted, "I won't let."

Lan Wangji had no choice but to pick him up with his arms and carry him into the room.

Wei Wuxian was put on the couch, he rolled a few times, holding his stomach and laughing, "I said Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, why didn't I realize that you are a jealous jar before."

"You need vinegar like this. You Lan family has more than 3000 family rules to raise a vinegar jar, hahaha. It's still old vinegar."

Lan Wangji: ...

After a long while, Wei Wuxian had had enough laughs before he started talking about business, "Lan Zhan, I think this walking corpse in Yanshan is a bit strange."

Lan Wangji said, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian: "The walking corpses don't hurt anyone, which means they don't have a lot of grievances. But they wander around the town every night. What do you think they are doing?"

Lan Wangji said, "I don't know."

"I don't know," Wei Wuxian wanted to laugh again, thinking that Lan Zhan was so funny, he didn't ask him to answer, but just asked symbolically.

"You'll know soon," Lan Wangji glanced at the sky outside the window, and continued, "It's too early, you should rest first."

Seeing that he didn't intend to go to bed, Wei Wuxian asked, "What about you?"

Lan Wangji looked at him with light-colored eyes.

"Brother Lan, come up." Wei Wuxian pointed to the open space beside him, "I can't sleep if you're not here."

Lan Wangji thought for a while, nodded and said, "...OK."

"Oh, wait," Wei Wuxian saw Lan Wangji's actions, his heart tightened, "I'm talking about simply sleeping, Lan Zhan? Hanguang-jun? Lan Wangji!"

Lan Wangji said, "This is also sleeping."

It's not sleep, it's you who sleeps.

Wei Wuxian shouted at the top of his voice, trying to save something: "Lan Zhan, don't forget that you didn't drink today."

His waist felt a little sore.

Lan Wangji didn't blush, he couldn't breathe, "Call again, silence."

Wei Wuxian: ...

Who made Lan Zhan bad, he had to play the flute at the door of his house all night, the kind that attracts evil spirits.