When it was just dark, the silent alley in the west had already disappeared, and when I looked at it again, it was even more gloomy.

The paper shops in the vicinity were also closed, and on the bluestone pavement, there was only the sound of horses' hooves.

Sang Qingrou was a little bored sitting in the carriage, and casually lifted the curtain to see how this street felt at night. As soon as a crack was exposed, the cool breeze poured in, she couldn't help but shiver, and immediately let it go, and her curiosity was also blown away by the cold wind.

"Aren't there any people living around here?"

"It's unlucky, and few people live there. They are all lonely and widowed people living here, most of them are working as watchmen, or as shops for the dead. ”

No wonder, this place is inhabited by so many people, how can it be popular.

Look at the depressed street, and think about them coming from another bustling street. Not far apart, but it seems like two different worlds.

"In Yongdu City, there is still such a deserted place. ”

"Anything can be there, but it doesn't necessarily have to be visible to you. In a place like Yizhuang, most people will feel unlucky, and it is too late to avoid it, so how can it be set in the downtown area. ”

Sang Qingrou naturally understood this truth, and, strangely, wherever the corpses were placed, they were always extremely deserted, and even the air was gloomy. Sang Qingrou used to be in contact with it often, and she was deeply touched, and she was by no means alarmist.

Seeing Ouyang Shuo close her eyes and recuperate, she asked curiously, "Aren't you scared at all?"

Ouyang Shuo slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and said calmly: "Compared with the mountain of corpses on the battlefield, a small Yizhuang is nothing at all in the eyes of this king. ”

"That'...... How does the mountain of corpses on the battlefield compare to the mass graves?"

As soon as Sang Qingrou reminded Ouyang Shuo of the rotting corpses he saw in the mass grave, he couldn't help frowning.

"As a woman, why don't you shy away from these things? Aren't you scared at all?" If you were another woman, you would feel taboo when you heard such things, let alone see them with your own eyes, or even touch them.

"Corpses are not terrible, but living people are terrible. ”

"What's the explanation?"

"The one who is killed is definitely the loser. That means they aren't good enough to be killed. Shouldn't the living be the more vicious part of the people? When you think about it, do you think that the living are more terrible than the dead?"

Ouyang Shuo frowned suddenly, what this girl said seemed to have some truth.

"What do you mean, this king is terrible?"

Sang Qingrou was noncommittal, and actually nodded in front of Ouyang Shuo.

"Aren't all the people of the entire Taichen Kingdom afraid of your Royal Highness King Chen? If the prince can do this, it is not called terrible, so what is terrible?"

This king looked at Sang Qingrou and chuckled.

"Since this king is so terrible, why don't you see that you are afraid of this king? So many people bow down under the armor of this king, and this includes you?"

Qingrou looked at him, smiled, didn't answer his words, and walked forward first. The two of them walked one after the other, and the footsteps of the two of them echoed in the alley, and it seemed that there was a quiet and peaceful nocturne in the middle of the night.

The two of them walked to the end of the deep alley, only then did they see a dilapidated house, the cold moonlight shrouded the whole house, and the two big white lanterns at the door reflected each other, and the gloomy atmosphere suddenly came to their hearts.

The black wooden door was half-open and half-closed, as if it had been opened for them. Entering all the way from the door, the paper money sprinkled on the ground makes people think.

Qing Rou was still a little scared in her heart, and subconsciously slowed down and walked side by side with Ouyang Shuo.

Ouyang Shuo took in all her small movements, and the smile on his face deepened.

This girl was not afraid at all when she was in the mass grave, why was she a little scared when she came to Yizhuang at night?

In fact, Sang Qingrou just felt that the picture in front of her reminded her of the scenes in those horror movies she had seen before. It is this kind of place where living people may appear at any time that makes people nervous.

The mass grave, that is, she knew that it was a corpse, so she would not be afraid.

"Isn't there a guard in Yizhuang?" she stood at the door, not daring to rush in.

This half-open door is a common occurrence in ghost stories. She is a materialist and does not believe in ghosts and gods, but hasn't she been brought to the world of books as well?

Besides, she is now in the world of the book, and the hidden plot is not mentioned in the original book at all. Who knows, in this hidden plot, there will be something else popping up.

She also saw walking corpses in the dungeon, and if she really encountered something evil, it would be difficult to say. Thinking about it made her heart tremble even more.

"Anyone?" she poked her head around, but found no other figures.

She looked at Ouyang Shuo: "What should we do? Shall we go in like this? Wouldn't it be good?"

"Look around! Yizhuang should be guarded. ”

Qing Rou nodded, and then looked for Ouyang Shuo separately. She walked around the house into the backyard and seemed to hear something. She shouted as she walked, only to see all kinds of things for the dead in the backyard, ingots, paper money, everything.

Suddenly, the paper figure behind her fell to the ground. Startled, she cautiously walked over to find out.

Why did a good paper man suddenly fall to the ground?

She squatted on the ground and looked at the paper man, who smiled and stared at her. It was the first time for Sang Qingrou to observe a paper figure so carefully, and the more she looked at her, the more she felt that the paper man's smile had become weird.

She swallowed and slowly reached out to pick up the paper figure.

At this moment, an old hand suddenly stretched out from the darkness, grabbed the paper figure in front of him, and scolded: "Don't touch it!"

The voice was hoarse and weird, and it made people's scalps tingle.

Sang Qingrou looked up and saw half of her face exposed in the dark gap between the paper figures.

The old skin seems to be densely covered with meat worms every day. His face moved, as if the flesh worms were wriggling.

Qingrou was so frightened that she shouted: "Ah!"

Ouyang Shuo rushed over as soon as he heard the voice, and when he saw Sang Qingrou's pale face and trembling all over, he stepped forward and hugged her.

"What's going on?"

Qing Rou was so frightened that she got into his arms, pointed behind her and said, "Ghost! I saw such a terrifying ghost just now." ”

"Ghost?" Ouyang Shuo frowned, letting her stand behind him, and he walked forward cautiously.

"How dare the rats pretend to be ghosts here, and they still don't come out!"

The sound of an old woman coughing came from the pile of paper figures, and only a sound of rustling was heard, and the paper people moved a few times, and a short figure came out.

"His Royal Highness King Chen, the old woman is rude. ”