Merry little roll

"Are you OK?"

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand and patted Hei Panzi on the back.

The corpse had already been wrapped up and carried away on a bamboo frame, the stench and blood were bumpy all the way.As a result, the red lanterns and shredded paper swaying in the air also became weird, swaying in the faint night light, like paper banners calling for souls.

Seeing the young man's response, Yuan Yang bent down, "It's abrupt." He picked up the stiff young man and swung it into his arms. "I'll just take you back to your room."

The young man remained silent, his eyes dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yuan Yang was walking on the road, feeling his head swell, and the red lanterns on both sides of the road dazzled people's eyes. He suddenly thought of his rogue disciple, Fu Yuan, and he didn't know what he was doing in the palace.

The boy suddenly raised his head and rubbed it on Yuan Yang's shoulder.

Yuan Yang was stunned, "If you want to wipe your snot, just tell me, I have paper..."

"Sir is a powerful person." The boy's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was firm.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Sir, save Biluo Villa..." The boy's tone suddenly changed, "There must be a ghost in this villa, and there must be a ghost in this mansion. Three years ago... the master's The eldest son jumped off the tall building and fell to pieces on the ground. I checked for three years and still don’t know why. There must be someone behind the scenes. Although I don’t know why the husband entered the mansion, I believe... ...If you are a gentleman, you will definitely know how to solve this situation...Mister!"

"This master actually has an eldest son?"

"Yes, that person has been outside the mountain before." The young man took the scimitar from his waist, "He is kind to me, this is the scimitar he left for me, he told me to wait for him to come back to pick it up, but never came back..."

Yuan Yang took the scimitar from the young man's hand, the dark iron blade exuded a dull light, and the command compass on his waist suddenly shone brightly, and then trembled by itself.

"Sir, the thing around your waist is glowing...still moving."

"Your knife..." The man in red's eyes suddenly lit up, "No, it's this wrapping cloth... Where did it come from?"

"Do you want to know, sir? I can tell you...as long as you agree to do the next thing."

Yuan Yang raised the corners of his lips, and handed a chestnut to the young man in his arms, "I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect you to be a sweetheart!" He twirled the scimitar in his hand, and the dark iron's gleaming light was on his face. It was shining brightly under the reflection of the lantern, "I promise you it is."

Hei Panzi's ears quivered, and his stiff shoulders finally completely relaxed.

"Before you came, several people from outside the mountain came here one after another. There was once a person who was a master of forging swords. He was also the person from outside the mountain who stayed in our Biluo Villa for the longest time. He probably lived on the top of the mountain for three whole days. In [-], I made a living by forging weapons for everyone on weekdays."

"The master of forging swords... Can that person make wooden swords?"

"I'm not sure about this. I was only four years old when the master left, and I also heard rumors...that man...that is, the eldest son of the master likes the master very much, and often brings food to meet him. The master exchanged messages outside the mountain, and the relationship between the two became more and more familiar. When the sword forging master left, he left this wrapping cloth for him."

"Why is it a wrapping cloth and not a sword?"

"That's what the master said: 'You are still young, so I won't give you the wrought iron. I will give you this wrap. Don't underestimate this piece of cloth, but it is more than all the swords I have made in the past three years combined. Both are better. If you have your own exclusive sword in the future, wrap it up'."

"Weird." Yuan Yang searched his memory, and in his impression, there seemed to be no such number one person in Wonderland.The best sword forging in the entire fairyland is Sword Lord Hengning, but I have never heard of him descending to the mortal world to endure calamities.

"What are the characteristics of that person?"

"The characteristic words..." The black cake boy fell into memory, "Let me think about it..."

A falcon flew across the sky, shrieking and passed over the branches, and a few leaves fell. The lanterns hanging on the branches shook, and there was another burst of light and shadow.

The top of the wall was rustling, and the cat curled up and quickly passed along the eaves of the wall.

Mo Yin stood in front of the window of the house, the night wind blew his white clothes to pieces, a strange blood-red line spread along his mandible to the neck, and then dyed a swaying blood flower on the pure white skirt.

"Smelly Taoist priest, I'm going to play tomorrow, why did you turn me into such a coward again, isn't it... Are you just a little short, tonight..."

The little devil hiccupped in anger from the man in Tsing Yi beside him. The two were walking on the bluestone road covered with lanterns, and he kicked the man beside him forcefully.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't move his eyebrows, he just stretched out his hand and put it on the back of the little devil girl, and patted it lightly twice. "You don't have to be so anxious to eat pastries in the future. If you can win in the hunting field tomorrow, I will buy you a lot of pastries."

"You son of a bitch..." The little devil was cursing happily, when he suddenly smelled blood, stiffened, and gradually looked behind him, "Hey, stinky Taoist priest, have you heard that?" What does it taste like?"

There was a noise outside the window, Mo Yin raised his eyes, and saw one big and one small standing by the side of the road in front of the house, looking at him.

With demonic energy, he is the Naxiu demon in the daytime.

After the little devil finished speaking to the man beside him, the man in blue followed his gaze to the paper window covered by bamboo leaves.The falcon crowed, and at this moment a gust of night wind happened to blow, the veil in front of Mo Yin's eyes floated slightly, and the bleeding eyes gradually stabilized.

A thin layer of ice formed under Mo Yin's feet, and the sound of "cracking, cracking" spread along the pillars, climbed up the window eaves and turned into ice edges, and then grew crystal clear ice tips along the tips of the bamboo leaves.

The man in Tsing Yi, who was stunned in place, was startled suddenly, picked up the little devil beside him, and slid into the bushes beside the road.

Mo Yin watched the large and small figures gradually disappear into the night, and lowered his eyes again, the bamboo leaves swayed in the wind again, ice water dripped from the window eaves, and the thin ice inside the house turned into nothingness again.

I don't know why Xianjun Yuanyang's breath is so disordered.

He stretched out his hand, and there was a looming red string in the palm, and the fluff gave off a thin golden light.The red rope stretched out of the window from his palm, and was pulled into the darkness of night.

The sound of the guqin in the courtyard sounded again, no longer the melodiousness of the day, only the lingering sobbing in the darkness.

"Meow."

The wind in the courtyard was strong, the red flag was blowing, and the legs and feet of the brass cat were blown stiff.

The highest in the entire Biluo Villa is the incense tower of the mountain temple, and the second tallest is the rockery tower in the courtyard of the mountain mansion. Because no one has entered or exited for a long time, the surface of the tower is dull, and the corners of the stone are covered with moss.The brass cat jumped onto the corner of the stone tower, moved its ears, and climbed up against the cold stone surface.

The sound of the guqin is getting closer and closer.

Brass also climbed happily, his whole body rushed up like an arrow, and finally stopped at the top of the ancient tower, and burrowed into the dark hole.

The sound of the guqin stopped.

"You're here." The man chuckled.

Brass jumped into the man's arms, trembling uncontrollably.The man withdrew his hand on the guqin and gently stroked the trembling cat.

"Thin."

"Meow."

"I haven't eaten well recently."

"Meow."

The conversation of one person and one cat swayed in the shadowy Mosuo, and the copper bell at the top of the tower rang, ringing lazily and clear.

In another room in the mountain mansion, there was a low coughing sound, the room was surrounded by the smell of medicine, there was a bitter scent similar to astragalus, the bedside incense, and fine smoke drifted intermittently.

The pale man lay on the bed, feeling cold hands and feet

"Squeak." The door was gently pushed open, and Mo Yin stepped into the room without a sound.

"Who is it..." The man struggled weakly, gave up after a while, and nestled back on the bed again, "Who is it?" He tried hard to widen his eyes.

It turned out to be the doctor.

"Why did you come here?" Mo Yin walked to the bed, every step brought a fleeting layer of thin ice on the ground.

"Doctor, you can manage..."

The pale man's body was hot, and he turned around impatiently, but in the darkness, he was caught off guard by a pair of dark red eyes, and his whole body froze.

The thin ice stretched along the ground, climbed onto the bed, and wrapped the man's body layer by layer until his eyes became hollow and lifeless.

"I have a brother who is a fellow countryman..."

"younger brother?"

"Yes, he looks exactly like me, but even though he looks exactly the same, my mother always scolds me but spoils him... If there is any hard work, I will do it first, if there is any delicious food Things will definitely be hidden for my younger brother, I have never been able to figure it out, obviously we two look exactly the same, why do we love my younger brother but neglect me, it's really partial...I endured it for many years, really many years. ...Finally one day, I pushed my brother off the cliff..."

"he died?"

"Three months later, he came back, the most hateful thing, he seemed to not remember what I did to him, he still put on that bright smiling face, he got more love from his mother, but I have to worry all day long He told the truth . . . and I would have been kicked out."

"What happened in the past three months?" In the dark days of the end, Ruquan's voice turned dark, as if frozen with ice, without emotion.

"He said that he was rescued by a man, and then followed that man to a place called Biluo Mountain Villa. He also said that he became the envoy of God there, and kept saying that he would go back to the mountain villa..."

"he's gone?"

"Gone...he died here, in Biluo Mountain Villa...he died...he died."

That day, the pale man had a dream in which he in the mirror turned into a bloody mess.

Not far away, where the lanterns gather, the servants are still shuttling in the night.

"I remember now." The boy exclaimed in Yuan Yang's arms.

"That master, he likes to engrave small characters on everything, and the inside of this wrap is also engraved with such characters!"

"What word?" Yuan Yang held his breath.

"It seems to be something... Xiao-yao--"

The copper bell above the head rang, and a few fallen leaves rolled on the ground.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the suggestion of the passing little angel. I kept thinking about it when I coded today~

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