no soul

Duan Yu dawdled for a long time before coming downstairs.

"Did you paint your eyebrows and lips?" Lin Hong laughed at him, and sat at the table waiting for him for a long time.

Duan Yu whimpered and squeezed over, sat next to him, squeezed his throat and said, "Yes, I also took a flower bath~"

Lin Hong got goosebumps all over his body, and pushed the bowl containing the steamed cake to him—because the bun was stained with blood, he threw it away. Lin Hong chose this steamed cake on purpose.

Sure enough, Duan Yu's face changed, and he instantly remembered the taste of that steamed sticky little finger... and the pain of spitting out bile...

"Ouch..." Duan Yu covered his mouth, trying to swallow the feeling of vomiting, "I hate you..."

Lin Hong laughed, it's great to have a younger brother to play with.

He reached out and handed the porridge and steamed buns on the next table to Duan Yu.

At this moment, many people came to the lobby one after another, and the surroundings became lively, the voices were high and low, intermittent, mixed together and unable to hear a complete sentence, it was just noisy.

Lin Hong's eyes swept over everyone.

Country women in plain clothes, fishermen with fish baskets hanging on their waists, old women faltering, swordsmen covered in dust, beggars in ragged clothes...

What are they doing in this inn in the wilderness?

Duan Yu didn't have a good appetite because he had seen the hair cake. He stared at the vegetable porridge and stirred it with a spoon for a long time before taking a bite.

Lin Hong looked at him and felt that he was aggrieved, wanted to laugh and felt pitiful, and began to reflect on whether he should not tease him.

"Young Master." A gust of fragrant wind came from the left - the woman who was molested by Hu Zhan yesterday sat on Lin Hong's left.

Lin Hong looked sideways, "What's the matter, sister?"

Wan Liang smiled, her eyes were curved and full of love, and her eyes waved, "Young master is lovely, the name 'sister' is really nice."

She took out a neatly folded handkerchief, "I'm here to return something, I've washed it clean, little girl Wanliang, thank you sir."

"Ah, it's okay, I'll give you the handkerchief." Lin Hong said.

The handkerchief is fine silk, embroidered with a piece of ink bamboo from Suzhou embroidery.It was stained with a lot of blood yesterday, I really don't know how this girl was washed so clean.

"Then thank you, young master." Wanliang accepted the handkerchief without refusing.

Hu Zhan happened to be striding down from upstairs, his footsteps were loud and very rude, he saw the three people sitting together with a pair of copper bell eyes, he glared at the woman and spat, "Fox."

His voice was rough and loud, and everyone who should have heard it heard it.

Lin Hong looked at him without expression.Duan Yu was afraid, so he just lowered his head and ate the porridge.

On the contrary, Wanliang didn't care about it, and there was still a faint smile on her pretty face.

Hu Zhan turned his gaze to Lin Hong.

This time, he didn't just pass by without focus, but actually stared at him, almost tearing off a layer of skin from his body.

Hu Zhan looked at him as he walked, showing a malicious smile.

When Lin Hong was stared at by him, and saw him smile again, he felt a little creepy and disgusted.What does this mean?

He looked at the steel knife on Hu Zhan's back, and there was an obvious gap in it.

Is this... going to kill someone?

"Don't bother the two young masters anymore, my little girl will leave." Wan Liang stood up, blinked at Lin Hong, and drifted away like the wind.

After she walked away, Duan Yu expressed his opinion: "Brother, I think she is interested in you."

"Come on, what do you know, a child?" Lin Hong supported his head with one hand, and shook the bamboo tube holding the chopsticks itchyly with the other. There was a "wow, bang, bang," "I don't think so."

He can also be regarded as a veteran of Fengyuechang, and he has eyesight without practical experience.

Duan Yu curled his lips to express his dissatisfaction.

Lin Hong looked at the boss in a red dress who was still fiddling with the abacus, "I'm going to ask something, you eat slowly."

"What are you asking?" Duan Yu raised his head and watched him walk towards the boss.

"Boss." Lin Hong called him.

"What's your job as a guest officer?" The boss glanced at him with a polite smile, and then continued to lower his head to plan his abacus as if he was very busy.

Lin Hong smiled and began to befriend: "Uncle, let's tell a story."

The boss listened, laughed, stopped what he was doing, squeezed his beard and looked at him, "You brat!"

Doesn't the word "uncle" put aside the identity of the boss and guest officer?

"There are many stories here. If you want to hear stories, go find them yourself." The boss said.

Lin Hong casually leaned against the counter, propping his elbows on the counter, "It's so hard for me to find it, please tell me if you know anything."

"I only know this muddled account book in my hand." The boss raised the thick account book.

Lin Hong looked over, "Is Uncle's account so difficult to settle? It doesn't stop for a moment."

The boss laughed, and the voice dragged on a bit, "The account of a lifetime - how can I finish it!"

Lin Hong raised his eyes to look at him, grinning, "Want to help?"

The boss was happy, "Play by yourself, I still have to figure it out myself."

Lin Hong understood, maybe he really can't settle this account, "Come on!"

"Uncle, why is the decoration of your inn so... ingenious?" Lin Hong asked.

"Where is the ingenuity? Isn't it the same as other inns?" The boss slapped an abacus bead.

"Look, there's nothing neat about the arrangement." Lin Hong pointed to the table for him.

The boss took a look, "Isn't this neat? What's wrong? It's a little slanted?" The boss looked at him, "Young people, don't always pursue perfection, how tired you are."

a little?

"Oh..." Lin Hong didn't ask any more, he took out some broken silver to the boss, "Uncle, we have to bother you for a few more days."

The boss pushed his hand away with the brush held on the right, "We hit it off, I'll treat you."

If you say it's because of fate, wouldn't you deny it if you don't accept it?Lin Hong accepted it as soon as he saw it, "Then thank you uncle."

The boss made a note on the ledger, "Just be careful—don't open the windows at night."

Hearing this, Lin Hong gave a solemn "hmm".

Lin Hong sat back next to Duan Yu, thinking about the information he got from the boss.

He said that there are many stories here.

Lin Hong thought of the two women and a child who had come to look for them, as well as the person who knocked on the window and the person who gave him boots... So there is more than one grieving ghost here?

"How do you say it?" Duan Yu looked at him, tearing a steamed bun into his mouth.

"Don't open the window." Lin Hong told him.

Duan Yu chewed his mouth, couldn't eat any more, put the steamed bun in his hand into a bowl, "I dare not open it."

On this day, the two of them walked around the entire inn carefully, including the kitchen, firewood room, and hut, and even studied the cobwebs in the corners. There was nothing wrong with it except for the messy furnishings. special.

Lin Hong ran to the stable to see his Sanhe steed.

There are no walls around the stables, facing the wind, and the horse grass is not very fresh.

You know, at home, what Lin Hong feeds Bao'er is millet!

"My Bao'er, why have you lost weight!" Lin Hong was about to burst into tears.

Bao'er snorted with watery black eyes, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"..." Duan Yu looked at this touching scene that seemed to be reunited ten years later, but actually it was just a day's absence, and he was speechless alone.

The two horses next to Baoer who were squeezed into the corner looked eagerly at this side.

Lin Hong gave Bao'er the apples he took out from the kitchen.

Bo'er chewed.

"Hey, you drool every time you eat, and it fell into my hands." Lin Hong shook his hands and looked at the two horses beside him.

I didn't observe it carefully when I first came here, but I found out today that these are two thin and lame horses.

Poor people may buy skinny horses, but no fool buys lame horses.

Moreover, this is the wilderness, and the riders must be people who are on their way. How could they ride a lame horse?

Somewhat strange.

Seeing them pitiful, Lin Hong passed some apples over.

Bao'er snorted unhappily.

"Stingy ghost, the rest is yours." Lin Hong patted Bao'er, "Don't bully them, and come to see you tomorrow."

Today the curtain ended with nothing. Lin Hong and Duan Yu walked into the room, carefully closed the door and locked it.

At the same time, Wan Guchuan lifted the thick cloth in front of the inn lobby and walked in.

He walked to the table in two or three steps, put down the box in his hand, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup before sitting down, raised his head and drank it, his Adam's apple slipped, and poured a few more cups.

"The guest officer went to the woods?" The boss looked at him from behind the counter.

Wan Guchuan was so tired that he used one of his long legs to pull away from the bench and sat down, looking at the boss, "Yes."

The boss smiled, "You are lucky to come back alive."

Wan Guchuan didn't answer, and wiped away the remaining blood on the back of his hand.

Not so lucky.

When Wan Guchuan went out, the sun was about to rise, and the forest was clear and bright in the morning.

But when he walked some distance, there was a thick fog. Although it was not as thick as yesterday's fog, it still affected his vision extremely, and he lost his way immediately.

There is a cool wind blowing, but the fog does not disperse.

He was walking in the forest, trying to find the direction, when suddenly he kicked something under his feet.

With a muffled sound, the thing rolled out with a gurgling sound.

On closer inspection, it was a lifeless human head—the head of a man.

His hair was disheveled and stained with blood, sticking to his face in a mess, his eyeballs were gray, his mouth was slightly open, his tongue was limp and pale, and was covered in mud.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly felt a little oppressive.

Wan Guchuan put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his dark handsome eyes were heavy.

He found that in the white mist, there were figures in all directions.

These figures didn't move, they couldn't see their faces clearly, they just stood quietly in the fog.

Wan Guchuan was wary of his surroundings and walked forward slowly.

The figures always followed him not far away, and when he took a step, the figures moved a little.

The fog was too heavy yesterday, and it was impossible to see the surroundings clearly, so these figures probably followed him yesterday.

Follow him where he can't see, spying on him.

Wan Guchuan's eyes scanned the surrounding ground, and he could see some scattered limbs and heads every few steps.

The stump was covered with white maggots, and cockroaches crawled out of the eye sockets of the human head without eyeballs.

The corpse was gnawed badly by wild beasts, dripping with blood, rotting, and emitting a stench.

A sound of flapping wings sounded not far away. Wan Guchuan looked over and saw a large carrion-eating bird flying away, jumping into the leaves and making a series of panicked noises.

Unspeakable desolation and cruelty.

He glimpsed a black box.

The box looks expensive and clean.

The slender hand picked it up, it was only the size of a palm.

Wan Guchuan opened the lid of the box, and there was an exquisite kit lying inside.

He hesitated for a moment, opened the bag and took a look: "........."

He silently tightened the mouth of the bag, put it into the box, and wanted to throw it away, but somehow felt that it was a very important thing, no, it was very important...

At this moment, the surrounding figures moved, and even the frozen wind trembled violently!

A group of people with gray eyes rushed out of the thick fog! !

Nails are long and sharp!

Wan Guchuan tilted his head slightly, a man's sharp nails almost slid past his face, and the strong wind blew his broken hair.

He took advantage of the trend to get low, with his long legs sweeping across, and took a bunch of dead leaves to take off. At the same time, he pulled out the long sword on his back, held the sword in his backhand, and slammed the hilt of the sword into the waist of the person who rushed forward!

"Boom"!

"what!"

There was a muffled sound and a scream.

Wan Guchuan had already stood up and kicked the people behind him.

There were more and more people, their faces were pale and lifeless, they opened their mouths wide, with thick blood on their teeth, and bit towards Wan Guchuan!

What the hell is a human being?

Wan Guchuan flicked the sword held backwards in his hand, and the sword edge was shining brightly with a cold light, which was as cold as his dark eyebrows.

Blood splash!Screaming hoarse!

Wan Guchuan didn't know how many such inhuman creatures he had killed along the way. Now his black clothes were covered with sticky blood. The white bread in the morning could no longer supply this tall and well-built body. He couldn't stand it any longer. , "Can dinner be brought to my room?"

"Okay." The boss replied with a smile.

Wan Guchuan walked into the room, looked at the broken teapot on the ground, and frowned.

Whoever came to his room was so reckless, he didn't even deal with the traces of his visit, and let the teapot smash on the ground.

He checked around the house, and there was nothing unusual.

Xiao Er cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces for him when delivering meals.

He took a bath and had dinner before he recovered.

Lying on the bed with long hands and long legs, thinking.

Those in the woods are dead.

The eyes are gray and speckled with corpses.

And - after people die, their hair and nails will grow again, so they have such sharp nails.

It was strange that the inn seemed unaffected by so many dead people gathering in the surrounding woods.

Is this a battlefield? ——No, it shouldn't be, those people don't look like soldiers.

There are five mysteries and three ways, and I can't find a clue at all.

Thinking about it, Wan Guchuan felt a little sleepy.

The wind outside the window was blowing in slowly, which was very pleasant, and he closed his eyes.

Lin Hong woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, turned over, and felt something was wrong as soon as he closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes and looked over.

Why did the wardrobe open a gap?

He obviously closed it tightly before going to bed.

There was silence in the dark room.

There was even a deep black in the gap between the gaps in the closet.

Lin Hong's gaze slowly moved down along the gap...

He met an eye that was staring at him.

! ... Lin Hong was startled and almost lost his voice.

The eyes were bent, as if smiling at him.

Lin Hong sat up and took a closer look, but his eyes were gone.

"What's wrong?" Duan Yu rubbed his eyes and asked him.

Lin Hong boldly opened the closet.

— there is nothing in it.

"What did you see?" Duan Yu looked at him in bewilderment.

"It's nothing, go to sleep." Lin Hong sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled.

The author has something to say:

Wan Guchuan: I want to see Qingquan.