I'm a Serious Fox [Transmigration Book]

died?

Feng Ling and Hu Yibai looked at each other, they were too far away just now, and felt that the garnet red seemed to be separated by a layer of mist, ethereal, with an unreal feeling of looking at flowers in the mist.

Unexpectedly, it was a female ghost.

Ghosts that can appear during the day are really rare.

Under the horrifying gazes of the crowd, Hu Yibai nodded with his index finger on the table, teasing and just about to speak.

Feng Ling beside her immediately asked: "How did she die? But she got sick? Where is her body buried after death?"

After a series of questioning, the girls around suddenly became even more panicked, and all of them looked dodgy and dared not speak.

Hu Yibai hurriedly interrupted him: "We also just heard that a girl died in this building, so I made a joke with you, I'm sorry, this joke is a bit too much, where is the ghost in broad daylight?" Ah, sisters, don't take offense."

Hearing what Hu Yibai said, the faces of the people around them softened a little. They were all women, and in their line of work, they started working at night.

As the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts.

Especially just now, the two little friends acted as if they really saw little pomegranate, which made them stunned for a while.

"Mr. Xiaolang, don't entertain us. The mad dog disease in the town has caused a lot of trouble these days. If you scare us any more, we will be scared to death!" The woman who spoke gently stroked her chest, as if she still had lingering fear: "But that Little Pomegranate is really pitiful."

Hu Yibai said seemingly unintentionally: "How pitiful?"

"Well, her stepmother sold her here three years ago. This little girl has been refusing to eat and drink, and she has a very stubborn temper. You also know that few people in this line of work are voluntary. Died here. But later a boy from the same town came to her and said that he would come to redeem her body when he entered the army camp as a soldier and saved enough money.”

Hu Yibai: "Yo, isn't this a good thing."

"What's the matter!" She couldn't help sighing when she said this: "These years are not like the previous ten years of wars, there are few wars, and there are not so many idlers in the barracks. Only money can get in. It’s not so easy for a country boy to enter the barracks. At first he ran here quite frequently, bringing some gifts to Little Pomegranate from time to time, saying that he would have money to redeem himself as soon as he became a recruit in the barracks, but He is dressed in rough linen and he still has injuries on his body, so it looks like he went to work as a coolie somewhere."

Originally, Feng Ling just wanted to know if Little Pomegranate was the plague ghost they were looking for, but after hearing what she said, she couldn't help being a little curious.

Feng Ling: "Did he save enough money later?"

The woman smiled wryly: "If you save enough pomegranates, you won't die later. That kid hasn't been to Chunfeng Building since the beginning of winter. Maybe he's thinking about it, thinking it's worthless to spend money on a prostitute, or... ..." Speaking of this, her face was a little dark, "Where did you die?"

Hu Yibai and Feng Ling looked at each other, "Can we go upstairs and have a look?"

The whole room by the south window was locked, the windows were closed tightly, and debris was piled up all around.

There is no magic energy around.

This little pomegranate was indeed not the plague ghost they were looking for.

Hu Yibai looked at the position by the window, directly broke through the wooden boards nailed to the window, pushed away the dusty paper window, and a radiant light poured in.

The fly ash floating in the house is clearly illuminated.

Hu Yibai took a few steps back, patted Feng Ling's shoulder, and whispered, "Look."

Feng Ling looked in the direction he pointed, and the outline of a pomegranate red dress was slowly outlined by the light. She was sitting on the window sill, leaning against the window lattice, staring blankly at the people coming and going outside the window with a pair of blank eyes. To the long street.

It's like a puppet with form and no god.

Hu Yibai said: "Girl?"

The girl turned her head slowly, her expression didn't change when she saw the two of them, she just said: "I don't feel well today, I won't pick up guests, go find someone else."

Then he turned and continued to stare out the window.

It seems that the memory is still in the life, and he is not aware of the fact that he has died.

Hu Yibai looked around the room but only found a chair. After cleaning the thick layer of dust and dust on it, he moved it in front of Feng Ling: "I have to ask a few questions, you sit down first."

Feng Ling shook off him and was about to pull her hand, "You asked me, don't worry about me."

"..." Hu Yibai glanced at the red back of his hand, and it was the first time he realized that children would still be aggressive with him.

Subconsciously, he showed the majesty of Teacher Hu to the bear child: "Are you sitting or not? If you don't sit, I won't ask."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then she turned her head and looked at Hu Yibai with a look of 'you are sick'.

Hu Yibai laughed immediately, pressed his shoulders and pushed him onto the chair: "Just kidding. Wait a minute, I'll finish my question soon."

As he spoke, he quickly walked to the girl to ask questions.

Feng Ling looked at his back, and was so angry that she just wanted to stand up, but after a moment, she thought that she must compete with him, but it seemed that he was still obsessed with nostalgia, so she simply frowned and sat down for a while, or listen to Hu Yibai first. ask anything.

Hu Yibai stood at the window, watching the hustle and bustle of the street with her, "Who are you waiting for?"

Little Pomegranate replied casually, "Little Stone."

"Little stone? That kid who wants to redeem you? He left you here alone. What are you waiting for such a dishonest person?"

Little Pomegranate immediately frowned, and her pale and lifeless face turned a bit pale with this trace of anger: "You are not allowed to speak ill of Little Shitou! He didn't break his word, he just..." Speaking of which, she cracked Colorless's lips began to tremble, and his voice gradually weakened: "He said that he would come to pick me up after the battle in Xicheng, as long as he finished the battle, he would be able to save enough money..."

As she spoke, she tremblingly opened the handkerchief that she had been holding tightly in her hand, and the pieces of silver inside were corroded to black and discolored.

"How much is 50 taels of silver? Why is it not enough... I stole money from the guests and got my sisters beaten together, but it's still not enough, it's not enough..."

As she spoke, she began to pluck her hair non-stop, scratching her cheeks and arms to create hideous bloodstains.

The delicate pomegranate flower beside the ear fell to the ground with the scattered hair bun, and the petals spread weakly. Compared with the pomegranate, it looked more like a blood-stained camellia.

Hu Yibai lowered his head and picked up the pomegranate flower, took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve and put them in front of her: "Now I have saved enough. One ingot is 25 taels, exactly 50 taels."

He inserted the pomegranate hairpin back into the little pomegranate's hair: "Next time you see little stone, just go with him."

She looked at the two ingots of silver in the handkerchief, looked up at Hu Yibai, a tear rolled down the corners of her eyes, and her whole figure was instantly blurred in the sunlight.

Little Pomegranate: "Thank you."

Hu Yibai: "No thanks."

The garnet red outline turned into a tattered silk skirt on the window lattice and fell down, together with the two ingots of silver and the black broken silver on the handkerchief, they scattered all over the ground with a clatter.

Feng Ling stood up: "She left?"

Hu Yibai shook his head: "I don't know, maybe." He picked up the handkerchief on the ground and put the money back on the window sill.

Turning around, she was about to pull Feng Ling's arm: "Let's go."

Before the fox's paw stretched out, what greeted him was the unsheathed Psycho.

Feng Ling: "I'm not used to being touched by others."

Hu Yibai looked at the cold sword's edge, stepped back half an inch, and wondered: "Didn't it be cured before?"

Why are you not used to it now?

Feng Ling: "When will it be cured?"

Hu Yibai watched his pale silver pupils constrict slightly, his whole body was hissing with cold air, facing Feng Ling's eyes open and talking nonsense, he could only nod cowardly.

When Psychosis was withdrawn from his neck, his aggrieved ears would be pulled down.

It will be cured soon!

At that time, it was said that as long as the senior brother is enough, now people turn their faces and deny others, so why do they turn their faces and deny people even when they are sick?

When the two walked out of the Chunfeng Building one after the other, Hu Yibai unfolded the handkerchief and looked at it. Although the silk was a little tattered and scratched due to the long time, the handkerchief was washed clean without any dirt.

"Some people's heart is like a lotus in the mud. Even if they are in the world of mortals, their hearts are clean."

Feng Ling turned her head and saw that he was holding other women's personal belongings, and she was full of admiration, and her brows were instantly covered by a cloud of cloud.

Feng Ling: "You really have a lot of sisters."

Hu Yibai was stunned: "What sister?"

He does have a younger brother, but the original owner is still an only child.

Feng Ling saw him pretending to be stupid, and said coldly: "There are so many sisters in the building just now, isn't it easy to call you, I thought there were many sisters in your family."

Hu Yibai: "..."

Why suddenly there is an oncoming aroma of vinegar.

Hu Yibai was so bullied that he didn't dare to speak, the moment he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.

He also pokes fun at himself.

Does it prove that he still has the possibility of resurfacing in his heart?

Definitely is.

Otherwise, why would he only ridicule himself and not others!

If Yun Kuo and Si Wuya were here at this moment, they would definitely send him a sentence of 'very sick'.

Thinking of this, Hu Yibai unconsciously beamed with joy.

Feng Ling thought of the way he was at ease with the girls in the flower building just now, and knew that it was definitely not the first time he had come to this kind of place.

Looking at Hu Yibai's disapproving expression again, the expression on his face that was not happy in the past suddenly became chilly. Feng Yuejun, who has never quarreled with others, pursed his thin lips again and again, and still couldn't help saying: "Frivolity .”

Thin? ?

Hu Yibai was taken aback by the scolding, "I didn't move my hands or feet when I went in just now, and I was sitting at a table across from them, how can I be so light... huh?!"

Looking at Feng Ling's back, Hu Yibai gave up struggling helplessly.

Okay, if you say frivolous, it is frivolous.

After walking for a while, seeing Hu Yibai has been quiet, Feng Ling explained his words, and said: "Your cultivation is higher than mine, you can untie it yourself, why don't you understand."

Hu Yibai: "You tell me to shut up. If I understand, it will make you angry. I don't want you to be angry."

He spoke frankly, his expression did not seem to be fake.

There was a flash in Feng Ling's eyes, and her thin lips moved slightly.

With his cultivation base, it is true that he does not need to take himself seriously, but why is he always willing to be disadvantaged and give in everywhere?

He doesn't understand.

If it was changed to before, he would definitely feel that the other party is open-minded and righteous, or that he has also moved a little bit of charming thoughts towards himself.

But now he is no longer so naive, there are only two kinds of people around him since he was a child, one is like Long Chiyu, who looks down on him and seeks trouble for him.Another is to spy on him like the owner of Xuanji Tower, and want to use him to find Chi Huozhu.

A venerable who can take away others and has a cultivation level of Mahayana and above, will he have love for his downcast son, Zhuzi, who may be hundreds of years older than him?

It's unrealistic to think about it.

Probably because of the previous deceit, he looked at everything around him with a layer of suspicion. He can no longer fall in love with passion like an ordinary person. He must stay awake at all times and can no longer trust anyone easily. .

It is best not to get close to Hu Yibai.

Hu Yibai didn't notice this time, when he tied up his hair again, Feng Ling started such a series of mental activities.

Hu Yibai told Feng Ling about his discovery just now: "I think the little stone is very likely to be the plague ghost we are looking for. Do you still remember the 'Xicheng' that little pomegranate said at the end? There is a record in the Chinese Bamboo Slips, "In September of the seventh year of Liang Yuan, Xicheng was plagued by an epidemic for 97 days, and more than [-] people died." The time happened to be three years ago. Little Pomegranate said that he would finally go to Xicheng If he didn't lie, then he probably died of illness in Xicheng, what do you think?"

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Feng Ling, only to find that the latter looked like he was out of his mind, Hu Yibai called his name, and then he came back and hummed.

Hu Yibai suddenly possessed Professor Hu, his face became very serious, "I've been talking for a long time, what are you thinking?"

Suddenly being yelled at like this, Feng Ling subconsciously felt a little guilty, "Sorry."

Hu Yibai put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him towards him: "I'll say it again, be serious."

I almost forgot that Professor Hu also does not have any personal emotions when doing business.

Even if his own parents were distracted during his lectures, he still picked them up.

Feng Ling was held by his shoulders, and this time she really didn't miss a single word, but she felt something was wrong while listening.

What do you seem to have forgotten?

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: Baby, you forgot not to get close to Hu Yibai again!

Hu Yibai (holding a knife): Shut up:)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Zhuang Sheng's dream 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!