bone cutter

"I didn't expect Yunyan Pavilion to be so big." Dongzhu said with emotion in her heart.

The two stood still and walked forward, only to find that Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi were stopped by someone standing at the door, but the one who stopped them was a child carved from ice and jade, wearing a red round-neck gown, with a bright spot between his eyebrows the red.

The child was sitting in front of the closed gate, holding a book in his hand, staring at the four uninvited guests in front of him with a gloomy expression on his face, and said displeasedly: "This is not a place for you to come here, while my master is away, Go away quickly."

Xie Qi smiled, "kindly" said: "What if we have to enter?"

Yan Chengqing hesitantly said, "You little doll speaks so maturely, I'm afraid it's because you're confused by the book?"

"Stubborn." The child frowned, his expression changed again and again, a little annoyed, he was silent for a while, as if he was looking for some words to dissuade, his eyes suddenly glanced behind the four of them, his expression changed suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply, It was as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

A black shadow suddenly flashed over the heads of the four of them, and they hurriedly turned their heads to look behind them, but there was nothing there.Dongzhu was so frightened that she covered her eyes, tremblingly said: "Is there... a ghost?"

Yan Chengqing said with excitement and disdain: "That's not true, this is a ghost building, it must be a ghost, maybe this kid also..."

When they turned around again, the young boy in red was gone, and there was only a gust of cold wind blowing on the empty ground, rustling the pages of books on the stone steps.

Yan Chengqing opened his eyes wide and said in a daze, "It's really a ghost."

Zhuang Yin raised the hem of his clothes and squatted down to pick up the book left on the ground by the boy in red. It was a piano score. He wanted to open it, but the music score turned into thousands of powders and dissipated in the wind in an instant.

At this time, the cold wind picked up suddenly, "squeak" - the originally closed door of the building suddenly opened wide, and the door opened its dark mouth to eat the leftover leaves that were swept in by the cold wind.The four people's clothes fluttered, and they entered the building without any hesitation. The moment they entered the building, the door behind them closed mercilessly with a "bang", and a strong smell of blood came to their nostrils instantly.The building was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Zhuang Yin immediately lit two candles, held one for himself, and handed the other to Xie Qi.

Yan Chengqing tried to open the door, but he didn't move at all. He turned around and shouted, "Why don't you burn two more, more brighter?"

Zhuang Yinqing said coldly: "Frugal. I don't know what will happen next. If you are locked up here, at least there are candles."

After they walked a few steps, Dongzhu tripped over something and almost fell down.Zhuang Yin moved the candle to her, but there were several dusty chairs with broken legs lying on the ground in a mess. He reminded her to be careful of her feet while continuing to walk forward.

Xie Qi went further, holding a candle and looking at a white wall.The three of them passed by, their breathing couldn't help being suffocated, and there was a dead end in front of them.

Yan Chengqing knocked on the wall and cursed: "Fuck it, it's true, even if there's a roof on it, you can't fly. The wall has a grudge against us?"

What he said was right, although the wall was not painted with a ghost-suppressing talisman, it was wide and wide, and the road ahead was directly blocked.They had no choice but to retreat back and search around for other ways to get in. They went around and found no way out, but they found a tube of bamboo sticks, no more, no less, exactly one hundred sticks.

Yan Chengqing walked back and forth holding the bamboo sticks, and said anxiously: "What does this mean? It's just a tube of broken bamboo sticks with nothing. Let's tell our fortunes or what?"

Xie Qi lazily said: "Perhaps it means lottery." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chengqing was really lottery. After brushing, a bamboo stick fell to the ground. He picked it up and read in doubt : "No. 70 eight lottery, the adults keep the trouble, Xin Xin, come down."

After reading it, he was furious, "Fuck, bah, bah, bad luck, this is a fucking lottery!"

Xie Qi took the bamboo stick and looked at the signature on it, said: "Vulgar people can only speak vulgar words."