son sick

After that, the girl named Xinyun led them to the backyard wing.

But Lian Meng felt that this place was really weird, so he ran out to ask people about that "Boss Xiang" while he was free.

He was said to be a very capable man.He is a leader in weaving, tailoring, dyeing and embroidery.

But apart from this god-given craftsmanship, Boss Xiang is also extremely kind.

Five years ago, he was subsidized to build Peony Pavilion.Because of its skillful workmanship, the brocade embroidery in the cloth workshop has been loved by many dignitaries.But besides weaving brocade and tailoring clothes for those rich families, he spends a month every year making a batch of clothes by himself and giving them to the poor people in the city.

Such a good person is naturally loved by others.It's just that Boss Xiang's behavior is secretive, which will inevitably cause some gossip.

Some people say that he has always loved peonies, so he planted this beautiful peony in his residence.But in order to keep the national beauty beyond the flowering period, he asked the Taoist priests in the mountains for some evil spells that would damage his lifespan.

And that evil method must be fed with the yin energy of women, so except for him, all the people in the pavilion are women.

Lian Meng asked people again to know what the full name of "Boss Xiang" was, but the strange thing was that all the people he asked shook their heads, saying that they had never heard of it.

This thing is a bit strange.

Lian Meng asked again about the strange incident circulating in the city, but the girl in the pavilion covered her face and laughed lightly after hearing this.

They said that the watchman was just suffering from some kind of demonic obstacle, fooling around and fooling around.

Even so, Lian Meng still had doubts.

But looking at the weather, he was afraid that heavy rain was coming, so he went back to the room first.

By the time he returned, the sky was already rumbling.

He had just closed the door when he saw a black figure suddenly jump out of the door.

Startled, Lian Meng quickly put the hidden weapon in his palm.

But the person outside the house didn't move, just asked softly: "Young Master, don't you find it strange?"

It was a man's voice, which he had never heard before.

"How to say?" Lian Meng held the hidden weapon, looked at the figure outside the house, and asked in agreement.

"This Peony Pavilion is just a cloth workshop, but it is so luxurious and luxurious, which is rare in the world..."

"It's really strange." Lian Meng continued to echo.

He noticed that the figure of the man was thin and his left foot was bent, as if suffering from some disease.And he held a hard object in his right hand, like some strange weapon.

"Actually, apart from the dignitary's mansion and the emperor's hall, there is another place in this world that can have one or two."

"Really?" Lian Meng followed his words slowly, but the hidden weapon in his hand was ready to go.

"Yes." The man's voice was inexplicably smiling, he paused for a moment, and then replied softly, "Then it's the grave of the dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud thunder outside the door.

Moments later, the heavy rain came majesticly, and the lightning flashed through the sky and the ground all at once.

"The scent of flowers in the garden is to cover up the rotten corpse, and the jewels everywhere are funeral objects, but the Peony Pavilion is only for women..." The man chuckled, "Since ancient times, there have been paper figurines burned at funerals. Did you say it?"

After listening to him, Lian Meng unconsciously took a breath.

Although he thought this place was very weird, but to say it was a cemetery of the dead, it would be too...

"Haha," he was thinking, when the person outside the door suddenly laughed, "I said, the storyteller in the city can make up ten of these stories a day, do you really believe it?"

"..." Lian Meng was speechless for a moment.

He saw the figure outside the door leaning against the door, so he opened the door suddenly.

The man jumped into the air, staggered under his feet, stretched out his hands and fanned the air for a long time, before he stabilized and did not fall to the ground.

Lian Meng was not polite, seeing that he hadn't stood still, he raised his foot and tapped his lower back, the man immediately thumped, fell face down, and fell straight down.

"Where are you from?" Lian Meng raised his eyebrows and asked.

The man barely got up from the ground.He rubbed his shoulders and raised his head after a while: "I'm the owner of the shop next door here."

"Is there any store next door?"

"Why is it gone? There is a coffin shop behind the Peony Pavilion. I am the owner of the shop, and my name is Shou Nanshan."

Coffin shop?Shounan Mountain?

It's really two words that people can't associate with.

The man muttered something again, but Lian Meng didn't hear clearly.He was about to open his mouth to ask, but he saw that kid walked into the room without any politeness.

"Wait...what are you doing here?"

Shou Nanshan turned his head, and replied shamelessly: "Of course I'm here to ask you to do something."

"work?"

"Well. Lian Yin's family takes money to buy their lives, doesn't it?"

"That's worth the price."

Seeing that Lian Meng made a mockery, the man was not angry, he chuckled, and then took out a gleaming ingot of gold from his waist.

That Shou Nanshan looked young, although his facial features were very handsome, but his face had no color, and he was too thin to be unreasonable.Moreover, his clothes were worn out, and several places on his body were patched. He didn't look like someone who could take out a gold ingot at all.

Is this money still ill-gotten wealth?

Seeing that Lian Meng didn't speak, the man straightened his tattered collar and said in a serious manner, "You can call me 'Boss Shan'."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Didn't I say that?" He put the gold on the table, raised his eyes and smiled, "Take the money, buy your life."

"Who's life to buy?"

"mine."

As soon as Shou Nanshan finished speaking, the hidden weapon in Lian Meng's hand flew straight out.The two-edged knife swiftly passed the tip of his hair, and then stabbed heavily into the wall post behind him.

"Hey, why are you so serious, I was just joking with you."

"Who are you?" Lian Meng asked sharply.

"Didn't I tell you? My name is Shou Nanshan, and I'm the owner of the coffin shop next door."

"What do you want to do here?"

"Looking for you to do something."

"what's up?"

"I want you to help me give this gift to... the boss Xiang here."

"Boss Xiang?" Lian Meng was a little surprised, "Can't you give it yourself?"

"It's possible, but..." Shou Nanshan faltered for a long time, but hesitated to speak several times.

"Just what?"

"I can't tell you the details."

"If you don't tell me, forget it." Lian Meng said immediately.

"Forget it?" Shou Nanshan was startled, "You said you won't accept my commission?"

"No."

"Impossible." He looked at Lian Meng strangely. "He clearly said that you love money like your life. As long as I take out gold ingots, you will definitely help."

"Who are you talking about 'he'?" Lian Meng raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I do not remember……"

"..." This man is really annoying.

Lian Meng was really tired.

Originally, he hadn't had a peaceful life in the past few days, but now he is not in the mood to deal with this ambiguous weirdo.

Thinking about it, he was ready to stop talking nonsense with him and force him out.

But before he could open his mouth, he suddenly heard a rustling sound outside the window, as if someone had trampled on dead leaves and flowers.

Lian Meng's heart tightened, and he hurried to the window and opened it a little.But outside the window, there was only the sound of rain, thunder and lightning, and there was no sign of anyone at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his strange behavior, Shou Nanshan couldn't help shouting from behind.

Lian Meng didn't answer.He shook his head impatiently, trying to ask him not to make noise, but he didn't expect that when he turned around for a while, he found that the person standing in the room had disappeared.

The door of the room was closed tightly, as if no one had been there at all.

This... what's going on here?

The room regained its calm, and the thunder and rain outside the door became clearer.

Lian Meng was a little flustered.

At this time, another voice came from outside the window.

Afraid that he was falling ill, Lian Meng practiced his breathing for a while, then walked to the door, carefully opened the door, and held his breath to peek outside.

Sure enough, there were two figures in the rain, holding umbrellas, seeming to be arguing about something.

The figures of those two people seemed to have known each other, but I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain, the figures in the rain didn't look very clear.

They talked to each other without the slightest concern that the place they were in was a resting room, nor did they worry about disturbing anyone.Lian Meng was curious, Lian Qingren and Ling Yinqinian lived next door to him, didn't they hear it?

But Lian Meng had no time to think about it, his head was still in severe pain, he covered his head and practiced for a while before he managed to stabilize his breath.

At this time, the thunder and lightning were getting weaker, and Lian Meng finally heard the conversation between the two clearly.

"It's a long journey, we'll take a rest here and then go on the road again."

"Alright." The person who responded was wearing a green gown, and his tone was cold, sounding impatient.

On the other hand, the tone of the other person has been elated, as if extremely happy.

The man was dressed in the familiar black clothes of Lian Yin's family. Lian Meng opened his eyes wide, thinking that he was wrong.

"I said, can you stop keeping a straight face all the time, we still have to walk together, can't we be happier?"

"What's there to be happy about?" The man still responded indifferently.

"Hey, don't say that," the man in black laughed to himself, then he turned around and stretched out his hand to pinch the face of the man in front of him.

The man in green took a step back and blocked the man's hand with his hand: "Please respect yourself."

Because of the movement of the man in green, Lian Meng finally saw the smiling face clearly.

A flash of lightning flashed by, Lian Meng supported his head, and took a step back in shock——

He would never mistake the appearance of the man in black.

Because it was his own face.