The Grim Reaper said goodbye, and when she saw her figure behind closed doors, Luo Ying remembered that she had forgotten to give her Xiao Yi's puppet. Although she is busy with work and doesn't know when she will see her again, Luo Ying has a hunch that what belongs to her will definitely return to her one day. Anyway, Luo Ying smiled comfortingly, put the little puppet away, she looked into its eyes, and asked herself: I will definitely see you again, right?

Luo Ying's room is on the outermost side of the third floor, and it is only separated from all the storage rooms of the Treasure Pavilion by a long passage, although the room is not large, but because there is a window that can face the sun, Luo Ying feels very satisfied.

There was a pot of spider plants quietly on the windowsill, the bed and dresser were cleaned and tidy, and there was not even a cobweb in the corner, and it seemed that there was no trace of loneliness here. Luo Ying thought to herself, is there someone like herself, doing the boring and boring job of guarding the Treasure Pavilion?

On the same day, Jizo set three rules for Luoying: no permission to leave the palace area without permission, no free access to the items stored in the treasure pavilion, and no disclosure of his identity to anyone, past, including the present.

Luo Ying was unhappy, and asked him bluntly: "I am good friends with Meng Po, and people can see my details at a glance, do you also blame me for leaking?"

"Of course not, I mean irrelevant people, everyone in hell has their own duties, and it is inevitable to deal with them, and if you bring it, others will naturally know your identity. In the blink of an eye, a jade plaque appeared on the table in front of Luo Ying, which was exactly the same as the Grim Reaper's. She couldn't wait to ask, "Can this kind of hand used to open the door also be used as proof of identity?"

"It's good that you understand what I mean, your identity in your previous life should be kept secret from anyone, and your current identity must be kept secret. ”

Luo Ying nodded, she held the black jade plate in her hand, and there was a very depressed feeling, which made the heart that just wanted to settle down begin to be faintly restless.

Jizo has always been a loner, elusive, and basically not in the palace, and no one will know where he has gone or what he is doing. Even when he rested, he just drank tea, chanted scriptures, and rested on the second floor.

Luoying often feels so bored, where is it like the world, there is no sunshine, and there is no way to buy vegetables to cook, let alone grow vegetables, even if you can cook, but can you eat it? Dizang is a Buddha body, has its own Buddha food, and is a ghost body, should also eat ghost food, some human habits always need to be slowly changed.

She still remembers that a while ago, she went to eat Western food with the Grim Reaper, but she didn't suffer less, either vomiting or diarrhea. Thinking about it this way, the ** of food in the brain is really suppressed a lot. In order to have fun, she began to change her thinking, researching all kinds of teas, what sour plum black tea, passion flower fruit tea, osmanthus green tea, as long as she can think of it, she will work hard to concoct it. Sometimes, when she made a new tea that tasted good, she would take it to Jizo to taste, and even he would praise it when he drank it. Doing these ordinary and simple things, Luo Ying occasionally has an illusion, as if returning to the days when she used to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes for her master and the weak.

Time passed little by little, and in the Treasure Pavilion, there was no change of season. What do you say about the little fox who steals things? Is that a fox demon or a fox fairy? A male fox or a female fox? Luo Ying waited for him every day, but she didn't see any movement, and at the behest of Jizo, she had to count the items in the locker every day, and there was no change for several days.

On this day, there was really nothing to do, and she decided to go outside the palace to take a look, to breathe, and by the way, to see the tree.

I haven't seen it for a long time, the leaves have begun to turn yellow, but the rhizomes are still strong, it's autumn, there is no sunshine, no rain and dew, it is still insisting on the change of the four seasons.

Autumn is coming so soon, so the Mid-Autumn Festival should not be far away! I wonder how it is celebrated in hell? Will they also eat mooncakes?

The tree is covered with yellow-orange-orange fallen leaves, thick and rustling when stepped on. Luo Ying felt that this scenery was really full of charm, which made people think of the beautiful scenery of autumn in the world at a glance, although the sky above the top of the tree was gray, but she was full of interest in sitting down and drinking tea at this time.

However, there is nothing under the tree, this is a good tree, but also a good place, although I can't say what is good, but as long as I see it, I will be very happy, and there is a sense of intimacy connected to the soul in the dark. Fortunately, there was also a pair of moving stone tables and stone benches in the courtyard, and Luo Ying brought them all one by one.

With a stone table and a stone bench, a pot of good tea, and a scripture book, this life will be complete, and Luoying has never been so satisfied.

During this time with Jizang, I have been exposed to a lot of ears and eyes, and Luo Ying has also seen some of it, but I don't know if the Buddha incense is too rich or the scriptures are too boring, Luo Ying only felt that her head was dizzy, and she fell asleep soon when she lay on the table.

When she woke up, the hot tea was long gone, and she was lying on the bed. Outside the window, there was a silent silence, accompanied by the roaring wind, and the hanging shadow of the spider plant was crumbling on the window paper.

Luo Ying got up from the bed full of doubts, she would rather believe that she had sleepwalking, otherwise, in this haunted place, she really didn't dare to think about other places.

Luo Ying tidied up her hair in a bun and was about to open the door, the light and shadow outside the door suddenly flashed, she quickly opened the door, and a gust of wind came in the corridor, blowing her freshly brushed hair away, she counted along the door frame, only to see that the fourth storage room was dark, which was particularly conspicuous in the candlelit corridor.

Luo Ying tiptoed lightly and tiptoed closer, she was actually more afraid than anyone else in her heart, but for the sake of work, she still moved forward bravely. Until standing at the door, Luo Ying was still beating a drum in her heart, although she didn't see anything, but there were already beads of sweat sliding down the sides of her cheeks, she took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, carefully removed a lamp and candle in front of the door of No. 4 (Luo Ying's code name for these rooms), pushed the door in.

Wherever the candlelight can shine, Luo Ying has carefully looked at it, each cabinet is divided into the same square, the square is only half a meter square, and there is a glass bottle in it, through the glass window of the lattice, you can clearly see the colorful light emitted from the bottle, different lights, representing different types of items.

Rakuyoung had never asked Jizo what these things were, but just by looking at Jizo's expression, she could be sure that these were very important things, so even though she was the only one in the huge palace, Luoying still mustered up the courage to check them.

From time to time, the cold wind came in through the crack in the window and crawled into Luo Ying's neck, but she didn't dare to look at it, just counted the collection intently. Luo Ying counted and counted, and checked almost all the squares in this room, but still didn't see anything missing.

(Tianjin)