Chapter 3 Thatched Houses and Tombless Tombs
"Where are we going?"
couldn't get out of the car, Xie Jiuli sat sullenly in the back seat, looking at the serious driving in front of him, he had to take the lead in breaking the silence. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Since it is a connecting person, it should not be an enemy, and there is no need to rigidize the relationship. Xie Jiuli looked at him and ignored him, and patted Qian Qian's shoulder, "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Oh, what are you doing?!" Lynx would almost have jumped out of her seat if she wasn't wearing a seat belt. "Scared the hell out of me!"
"......" Xie Jiuli looked at him speechlessly, is this person's courage really small?
"I just spoke to you, and you ignored me. β
He looked at him in the rearview mirror in shock, and complained, "I didn't hear it, can you be louder?"
Xie Jiuli suddenly lost the mind to continue asking, clasped his hands and rolled his eyes. "I mean, where are we going?"
"We call people like you grave keepers, where do you say we're going?"
ββ¦β¦ Could it be that it is a cemetery?" Xie Jiuli looked at the dark outside the window and swallowed.
"Yes and no. As if wondering how to answer him, he continued, "It's been a long, long time since the previous grave keeper closed the gate. I thought there would be no more grave keepers. He glanced up at Xie Jiuli and continued, "But the gate has been opened, and the thatched hut will be inhabited by a new grave keeper. Otherwise, both worlds will be thrown into chaos. β
"You mean, the door was closed before?" Xie Jiuli was a little stunned and stunned.
Qian Yu nodded, "Yes, the door was opened half a month ago. But looking at you, you are the first grave keeper who does not know about the existence of the grave keeper. β
Xie Jiuli's eyes lit up, "I'll just say, you must have found the wrong person, I'm just curious to take a look." He approached him, laughed and said, "I can take a look, and then you can send me back!"
Hearing this, he shook his head, pointed to the ticket and fan bone placed in the passenger seat, and said, "I didn't tell you before that there was nothing on the ticket, and your name was added later." β
"You mean someone printed my name on it?" Xie Jiuli wondered. "Why do you have to put my name on it?
He didn't look at him, his mouth opened up and down, and he stopped talking. Xie Jiuli saw him like this, and the doubts in his heart deepened. I just wanted to ask something, but I heard the Qianyu speak lightly. "The words of the present world are not printed on this ticket. β
Seeing that Qian Ji had no intention of saying any more, Xie Jiuli scratched his head depressedly. "Damn, who is so boring!" The words of the present world cannot be printed on the ticket, so how did you make his name printed on it? Why did you print his name? But why didn't he say it?
"Since you have a ticket and a fan bone, then you must only be the grave keeper of this generation. Qian Qian suddenly spoke, looked at Xie Jiuli's somewhat petrified face and made up for the last slash: "In the future, there will be a lot of trouble to find you." β
"I don't think there's anyone in the world who is more unlucky than me. Xie Jiuli leaned on his back in frustration, staring at the roof of the car and stopped talking.
Xie Jiuli felt that time was passing very slowly, it was dark outside the car window, the lights and hustle and bustle of the city had almost disappeared, and he had never heard anything else except the sound of the car driving on the road. He only drove the car, but he didn't speak. Xie Jiuli wanted to ask, but he didn't know where to start. I asked, and I was worried that I wouldn't answer, and it was in vain to ask. The two of them were silent together.
If it's too quiet, it's easy to fall asleep. Xie Jiuli was drowsy, and his head nodded like pounding garlic. He looked at him in the rearview mirror and thought to himself that this man had a really big heart.
Qian Ji told Xie Jiuli that it was already dawn when he got out of the car, and there was a foggy dampness around him. After getting out of the car, Xie Jiuli felt that the air here was unusually clean, and he couldn't help but take a few more breaths.
Where the car stopped, it was a desolate place. There are no flowers and trees in a radius of dozens of miles, and there are no populated houses. As far as the eye can see, except for the thatched hut in front of you and a stone monument not far from the house, there is no grass at all.
Xie Jiuli and Qian Ji stood in front of the thatched house, looking at the dilapidated appearance of the thatched house, Xie Jiuli turned his head to look at the Qian Xu, and said in surprise: "Is this it?
He looked at him and replied very seriously, "That's right, the grave keepers all live here. β
"That's the entrance to another world. β
He said, "You go in, I can't get in." β
Xie Jiuli glanced around at the boundless wilderness in the morning light around him, and his eyes circled back to look at the only building in front of himβthis thatched hut that didn't know the age. Then he glanced back at the fox and said, "Do you mean this thatched house?" he said, and then took two steps forward, reached out and touched it, and really dragged down a bunch of withered yellow hay.
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ββ¦β¦ This house is old, don't touch it. His face was serious, as if he was really going to fall apart if he touched it again.
"Why can't you get in?" Xie Jiuli said strangely.
He was silent for a moment, his expression a little unnatural. ββ¦β¦ I don't want to go in. β
Although Xie Jiuli was strange, he couldn't help but didn't continue to ask. Instead, he took the fan and opened the door and walked in.
"Ahem...... With so much ash, no one has cleaned it?" Xie Jiuli said in disgust as he looked at the surrounding environment. Then I found that the inside of the house was simple and pitiful. A wooden bed without a mattress, a table of eight immortals without a water cup, a lamp on the table, and a rattan chair next to it.
"Damn, it's weird! There's so much dust in this room, how can there be a light on here?"
In one corner of the table of the Eight Immortals is a copper lamp with retro patterns on the lamp base. The wick kept burning, and I don't know how long it burned.
"Kerosene lamp?" Xie Jiuli sniffed closely, it wasn't the smell of kerosene. He reached out and picked up the lamp, only to find that the flame barely flickered.
The more he looked at it, the more strange it became, and he shouted at the man outside the door: "Look, come and see that this candle flame doesn't move! Didn't you say that there has been no grave keeper for a long time? Who lit this lamp?"
Standing outside the hut, he heard his voice respond, "This lamp will not be extinguished by external forces." He paused for a moment, and then wanted to say something, but saw Xie Jiuli leaning out of the door with a copper lamp. In an instant, his face changed.
"What are you talking about? Look, I haven't moved, why is this light going out?" Xie Jiuli was wondering, he just picked up the lamp and looked at it, and it didn't move, so it suddenly jumped a few times and went out without warning.
"There's no wind in the house, huh?" Xie Jiuli looked at Qian Qian strangely, but unexpectedly saw a frightened expression on Qi Xu's face.
Xie Jiuli heard Qian Ji say in a trembling voice for the first time: "Oh no, trouble is coming so soon!"