Inscription of Different Cases

I had that dream again that night.

Men screamed in panic, women cried in despair.He was surrounded by pitch-black clouds, someone dragged him to flee, and he was knocked down by the overwhelming rain before he ran far.

The rain will shine, the golden red light, like burning fire, also like fireworks bursting in the air.The woman fell down, and he was the only one left looking around blankly. Countless shadowy people surrounded him, and the leader looked at him gloomyly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Evil species, keeping it is also a disaster for the world."

He was too scared to make a sound, his eyes were wet, and he repeatedly hid beside the woman, but the woman was as motionless as if she was dead.He shook the woman's body desperately, until at a certain moment tears finally welled up, he turned around and howled hoarsely, full of hatred, stumbling towards the shadowy crowd.

His vision blurred, and he saw a scorching light penetrate his heart.In an instant, everything was silent, as if being sunk to the bottom of a dark lake, with chills and severe pain all over, the body seemed to be broken into ashes, and was pulled up again by a strange force, and reassembled.

He woke up suddenly.

The night was still deep, and the rain was still falling. The fine raindrops rubbed against the old trees outside the house, making a sound like spring silkworms nibbling mulberry leaves.The door was open, and outside was the hall of the inn. Two young men were leaning against the wall, sleeping soundly, snoring.

After the rain weakened at noon, he left the ruined temple with the Han family, turned south, and arrived at this small town in the evening.In order to tie him down and prevent him from thinking otherwise, Master Han allowed him to meet He Yijiu.When the other party was brought out, his hands were tied and his head was lowered. He only took a long look before being pulled back into the car.Even so, the suspicion in Han Lang's heart was suppressed. No matter what, he would not admit He Yijiu by mistake. Even if it was just a brief meeting, he would never remember the aura of the other party that haunted him. wrong.

Now that it is confirmed that He Yijiu is here, although he has lost his freedom, but has not been abused, Han Lang is reluctantly relieved.However, Mr. Han is very strict with people. He usually locks him in the carriage at the back, and occasionally pulls it down to let Han Lang see him.Han Lang himself was not much better. There were eight or ten people guarding him, leaving him no chance to act alone.

Under such circumstances, it was completely impossible to escape with He Yijiu.It's not like they haven't seen Barren Mountain Flow's technique before. How could they escape so easily under such strict surveillance?

Han Lang sighed slightly, he had no idea what would happen in the future.Is it really necessary to go back to the barren mountain stream, inherit the patriarch, and be locked up in that inaccessible deep mountain and old forest for the rest of his life?

Poor He Yijiu, who was completely implicated by himself and had to suffer this kind of crime.I don't know what happened to that person now, do you feel regretful?

Han Lang changed his lying position, and felt that his back was covered with sticky sweat, and his cheeks were also a little hot.During the day, there was a heavy rain, the wind was cold, and I was short of breath. At this time, I had a fever.The fever is not serious, but the irritability and weakness are all piled up together, and the mind is dizzy but it is difficult to fall asleep.The nightmare just now was still reverberating in his mind, which exacerbated the discomfort.He turned over on the couch several times in a row, his clothes were messed up, he felt hot, and his body was uncomfortably cold.The quilt was tightly hugged, eyes were closed, and his lips moved a few times to call someone's name, but he couldn't.

He is no longer around.

This movement finally attracted other people. Master Han sent many people to watch him, but after all he was the young master of the Han family, and he couldn't do it if he was too wronged, so these people who watched him became his servants.One of them was called Wang'er, who was quite clever, and it was he who carefully entered Han Lang's room with the light on, and asked in a low voice, "Master Han, what's wrong?"

Han Lang didn't want to talk to him, and dared him to go out.Holding up the lamp, Wang'er saw that Han Lang's cheeks were flushed and his eyes fluttered, and he said in shock, "Oh! Young master is probably suffering from cold and fever!"

At the moment, I was busy going out to call for people, and there was another mess in the middle of the night.After all, it was his grandson, Master Han couldn't ignore it, and after hearing the news, he sent someone to boil a bowl of ginger soup for him and brought it into the house.Han Lang was so faint from the fever that he could barely stay awake.Although staying in this place is terribly aggrieved, but only after taking care of my body can I find a way to get out.So whether it was ginger soup or the medicine that was brought later, he drank it obediently.

After Wang'er finished serving him, she went to Master Han to report: "Master, the young master has already fallen asleep."

"Didn't say anything?"

"It's nothing, I see that the young master has already figured it out, and thanked you. After all, it's better to be a member of your own family."

Master Han didn't say anything, and waved him away.

In the second half of the night, Han Lang slept even more unsteadily, having strange dreams one after another, but none of them had any content.After waking up several times, I felt even more bored in my heart. I only resented that it was not yet dawn, and he had to suffer.He wanted to congratulate Yijiu, and it was the other person who appeared in his dream. For a while, he dreamed that the person came back, but he packed up his things and wanted to leave him; Only a trembling skeleton remained.

The sound of clappers in the middle of the night woke him up again, and he opened his eyes in a daze, only to find that the room was still pitch black.The door was still open, and the objects in the lobby were pulled out into black silhouettes, like a row of jagged teeth.He felt two faint lights in the darkness, and upon closer inspection, they were the eyes of the white tiger.

They booked the inn, and the cage was too big, so it was placed in the lobby.Han Lang felt that the white tiger was staring at him, and the pair of blue eyes flickered like fireflies in the dark night.

Is it a dream?

Han Lang shook his head, the cold and heat made his mind unconscious, he could only conclude that this situation was one of his countless dreams.He stared blankly at the white tiger's eyes, and for a moment he saw countless waves of emotions in the other's eyes. It was looking at him not far away, and the eyes were full of unspeakable longing.

eager?

Do you want to eat yourself?

Han Lang rubbed his eyes wearily, and when he looked over again, the white tiger had lowered its head, its huge body curled up, like a semicircular hill in the darkness.

I must have burned myself out.Han Lang thought to himself.

After closing his eyes again, he slept until dawn without having a single dream.Somewhere, there seemed to be a wet tongue licking his cheeks, and his body was covered by a warm blanket, but when he woke up, it was already bright, and there was nothing but the sweaty bedding around him. retreated.

This is still the case for the long journey in the future. The illness is cured, but I still have a bunch of strange dreams from time to time.In the dream, there is always the panicked man and woman, followed by himself who was killed by countless shadows.But every time he had nightmares, when he was struggling on the couch, he always felt that his body was covered by something warm, as if the warmth of a comfortable blanket filled his whole body, making him forget the painful nightmare, so that when he woke up, his lips were still With a smile.

But this smile will disappear soon, and he will always be alone on the bed, although the servants arranged by the Han family will come over immediately to help him wash and change clothes, and go out for dinner.But he was always sullen, his eyes glanced back and forth as if looking for something, his face became darker and darker, until he was reprimanded by Master Han, he curled his lips angrily.

The group had been walking for nearly half a month, and the Barren Mountain County was close at hand, but the number of times Han Lang saw He Yijiu was very few, and he hadn't even said a word.Master Han took in a few more demons on the way, some of which were skinned by him on the spot, saying that he would go back and refine them into elixirs.Han Lang looked horrified and looked at the white tiger in the cage frequently. He had a good impression of this animal and really didn't want it to end like this.

Han Lang also once asked Master Han what he planned to do with the white tiger, but the other party only responded with cynicism.The relationship between the two remained the same as before. Master Han usually wouldn't look him in the eye, and occasionally talked about the ancestral system, family rules, and upbringing, blowing his beard and staring at him at any time, as if someone stuffed a bowl of garlic under his nose.

Han Lang sometimes felt that he was really like the unlucky scholar mentioned in some stories, who was bullied by his ancestors and was in constant fear.This was already the case on the road, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like at home.Presumably there are still many old and stubborn people like grandfather in that family. By then, won't I be nagging myself so much that my head will explode?

Thinking of this, Han Lang held his forehead with one hand and frowned in pain.He was in a bad mood along the way, although Wang'er and the other boys took good care of him, but he was always preoccupied, and all he could think about was how to get He Yijiu out together.But after so many days, he has no clue, he can only close his eyes tiredly, shake his head and sigh.

As the day of going up the mountain was approaching, Han Lang managed to find a chance to be alone, but he couldn't sneak into the carriage where He Yijiu was being held.He sat down in the courtyard in frustration, kicking the stones under his feet.Suddenly a breeze blew, and there was a beasty smell from behind.The white tiger's cage was right behind him, and the beast turned around in the cage with bright eyes.

For a moment, Han Lang felt that it had something to say to him.

This is more or less a monster that has been cultivated to become a spirit. Although he was stuck with a trapped beast charm by Master Han and couldn't move, he still had spiritual consciousness.Like a ghost, Han Lang walked towards it, put his hands on the iron railing, and muttered, "I want to see the person inside."

Bai Hu stared at him, his eyes were like a turbulent undercurrent, extremely difficult to see through.It was very irritable, pawing the ground with its paws, and slamming the prison door with its tail.Han Lang thought it wanted to go out, so he said helplessly, "I can't let you go."

He had tried it before, and thought he could use the power of these monsters to escape with him and He Yijiu.But the Han family had been prepared for a long time, and no one could touch the talisman on the iron cage except Mr. Han.Han Lang just touched it that time, and his fingertips felt burning pain, and he was reprimanded by Master Han who rushed over after hearing the sound.

Baihu didn't seem to understand what he said, so he slapped him with a "slap", and his sharp nails stuck out of the gap, almost touching Han Lang's face.Han Lang felt that he couldn't make sense with it, and turned around to leave, but it became more and more manic, and roared loudly, which made people's ears buzz.The animals in the nearby cages rioted uncomfortably again, and the white tiger's spirit remained undiminished, screaming more and more fiercely, as if afraid that Han Lang would leave.

It's that beastly look again, greedy, longing... Is it really so attractive to him?

This movement alarmed Master Han again, he swung his cane and stabbed the white tiger's body.The white tiger had no power to fight back, screamed several times, bleeding profusely.Only then did Master Han turn around, glanced at Han Lang contemptuously, and scolded, "You're dishonest, you're causing trouble again."

Han Lang didn't want to choke with him, so he just cast a cold look over him.This attitude of not admitting defeat obviously angered the other party, Master Han slammed his cane on the ground, and sarcastically said: "Unruly bastard."

"It's better for you not to use that word," Han Lang retorted. "In case people find out, a bastard inherits the patriarch of the Han family. It would be an ugly discussion."

Master Han knocked his cane loudly again, almost punching a hole in the ground: "You are so quick-talking and glib, but you are actually a rascal who has been sacked with wine and rice!"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, and stared at Han Lang sharply with two contemptuous gazes: "Huangshanliu is more or less a well-known school. Look at you, you behave frivolously and speak recklessly. How can you be worthy of your blood?"

Han Lang took a deep breath, his fingertips couldn't help trembling, and wanted to punch this person directly several times.If He Yijiu was around, he would definitely ridicule this man as a sanctimonious hypocrite, and all family rules and dogmas are things to restrain people.A man is a man, he does things according to his will, he does not do evil and does not deceive others, and he is worthy of his conscience. Those disciplines are useless!

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, he was under coercion now, and he didn't have the courage to provoke Master Han, making him unable to eat and walk around.You can ignore your own safety for the time being, but He Yijiu is still in the hands of the other party.Thinking of this, Han Lang felt a little aggrieved, thinking that he was fighting wits and courage with this old man every day, but He Yijiu had no news at all.Is it because that person is under too strict surveillance and cannot contact him, or is there something else hidden?

The feeling of not being able to see each other even though they are not far apart is simply terrible.Master Han in front of him was still rambling, forcing Han Lang to kneel down and listen to his discipline. Fortunately, at this time, a handyman came to report that his things had been packed and he could enter the mountain immediately.

The Han family's mansion is deep in the mountains, and the mountain roads are difficult to walk, and it is difficult for a horse-drawn carriage to enter.And they are currently resting in a small town at the foot of the mountain.The folk customs of this small town are simple, and the well-arranged houses look extraordinarily exquisite.The climate in the south is mild and there are many rivers. Here, the green hills are backed and the river faces. There are several waterways more than ten feet wide winding through the town, which adds a bit of elegance.There are all kinds of shops, restaurants, and teahouses on the street. Looking out the window, I happened to see four or five donkeys walking slowly across the bluestone slabs carrying freshly harvested vegetables. full road.

If he hadn't been threatened to come here, Han Lang might still have some thought to appreciate the beauty of his "hometown".In particular, rice paper is produced in this place, and there are many paper and ink shops on the street. If you go in and search, you can find many anecdotes about landscapes recorded by the predecessors.Early this morning, Wang'er, who was serving him, added embellishments and said that every household in this town can tell ghost stories, not to mention looking for them in shops, and anyone caught on the road can tell them for a day and a night.

"After all, the family of Huangshanliu has passed down the technique of controlling ghosts," Wang'er said proudly, "you must be very good, young master, otherwise why would the master go so far to pick you up?"

Hearing what he said, Han Lang felt that the curse was probably kept secret by the Han family.He couldn't help but talk to the boy, asking him some things about the barren mountains.But the servant has a very strict tone, one on the left compliments the other on the right, but the most important thing is that he refuses to say a word.Han Lang managed to inquire a few words, he said that Huangshanliu often catches ghosts and ghosts back to the mountain.

"Maybe it was taken by the master to make alchemy." Wang'er muttered.

"Then do you know how to enter the mountain?"

"It's the same road up and down the mountain. It's not easy to walk. There are many poisonous insects and beasts in the mountain. It's bad to get lost," he said with a smile. His surname is Han, but they are all collateral descendants, and many of them are not qualified to go up the mountain."

"Actually, my surname is also Han." He scratched his head and said, "But I am not as good as the young master. I don't even have the qualifications to learn art, so I can only work as a handyman."

Han Lang paid his compliments in one ear and out the other, and began to think about his next move.There is only one way, and it is very difficult to escape.It might not be easy to walk down the mountain. There are a lot of Han family members in the town, which means there are eyeliners everywhere.It seems that at present, we can only follow up the mountain, and then make plans.