A faint look of excitement appeared in the young man's eyes, and he bowed slightly towards Sikong Yan: "Guest officer, please wait a moment, I'll go and ask our shopkeeper." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" said that, turned around and walked inside. After a while, a gray-haired old man walked out with the young man, stood in front of Sikong Yan, and said, "Guest officer, please come with me, the good materials are all inside." With that, he glanced at Shen Lanying with a strange look and walked in first. Sikong Yan also stepped forward, and Shen Lanying followed behind him. The teenager stayed outside the house and continued to look after the store.

The interior of the cloth shop is much more delicate than the outside, although it is not at the same level as Chauzaifu, but at least the tables, chairs and furniture are relatively complete.

Entering the house, the old man quickly bolted the door, turned around and took two steps forward, and gave Sikong Yan a deep salute: "I've seen Lord Sikong." ”

"Uncle Hou doesn't need to be polite. Sikong Yan smiled gently, raised his hand to help him up, "Is everything going well here?"

The old man nodded, "Smooth, there are no major developments here in Wuzhou." You are going to the dungeon, and I will prepare torches for you. As he spoke, the old man walked to the side of the cabinet.

As people get older, they naturally can't move fast, so Sikong Yan simply asked Shen Lanying to sit down and rest.

Shen Lanying looked at the old man who was rummaging through the cabinets on the other side, turned her head and asked Sikong Yan in a low voice with some surprise: "Your forces are all planted here?"

Sikong Yan glanced at her and said indifferently: "Otherwise, how can you have the strength to help Xu'er obtain the throne." ”

Shen Lanying glanced at Sikong Yan deeply, she found that this man was even stronger than she imagined, you must know that the capital is in the rich east of Yongguo, but Wuzhou is in the extreme west, he is a noble son who lives in the capital all the year round, not only has dealings with the Western overlord Dugu family, but also cultivated his own strength in Wuzhou, and now she is more and more convinced that he really has the ability to support the young five princes to ascend to the throne. Shen Lanying rolled her eyes and asked, "You just said that you want to take someone with us, who is it?"

"You can guess it. ”

Shen Lanying was stunned for a moment, and then said in astonishment: "Is it possible...... You hid Princess Zhaoying's body here?" No wonder the old man was so shocked when he saw her expression just now. After all, Sikong Yan said that they looked alike.

Sikong Yan bowed slightly, and praised her noncommittally, "It's very smart." ”

Hearing his compliments, Shen Lanying didn't feel happy at all, she didn't want to ride in the same carriage with a corpse for the next three months, not to mention that this corpse looked very similar to her. Thinking of this, some terrifying and bloody images from the ghost stories I had heard in the past flooded into my mind......

Shen Lanying shuddered out of thin air, hugged her arms involuntarily, and looked at Sikong Yan pitifully: "Where are you going to send Princess Zhaoying's corpse, the weather is so hot now, the corpse will rot in a short time, I think it is better to cremate the corpse as soon as possible than to wait for the corpse to decompose and cause the plague, so that it is not only lightweight, but also easy to carry......"

Although it is still scary to go on the road with a large box of ashes, it is much better than carrying a coffin. But before she finished speaking, Sikong Yan's expression suddenly turned cold, and her sharp eyes made Shen Lanying shudder, "How can Princess Zhaoying be buried in such a humble way?"

Frightened by his cold appearance, Shen Lanying was a little speechless, how could she forget that there was a crazy funeral culture in ancient times......

She pursed her lips, "I...... I didn't mean that, in my hometown, people who passed away are treated like this......" She regretted it again after saying this, now Sikong Yan thought that her hometown was in Wuzhou, but the people of Wuzhou seemed to be buried, so shouldn't Sikong Yan doubt her life experience.

Sure enough, Sikong Yan wrinkled his eyebrows slightly, and was about to ask, but the old man surnamed Hou came over with two oil lamps: "Lord Sikong, things are ready, will you go down now?"

Sikong Yan glanced at Shen Lanying lightly, didn't bother with her anymore, nodded at the old man, picked up an oil lamp and threw it into Shen Lanying's hand, and said, "Follow me down." ”

With that, he picked up another oil lamp, went to the wall, and lifted the mural on the wall, revealing a passage that was just enough for one person to pass through. Sikong Yan walked in first, followed by Shen Lanying.

The passage is about five meters long, and on the other side is not a secret room, but a warehouse-like existence, piled with noodle pockets.

Sikong Yan walked to a water tank and bent down, Shen Lanying didn't see his movements clearly at all, he heard the sound of a creaking mechanism in the room, and then, under Shen Lanying's stunned gaze, the bricks on the ground in the center of the warehouse slowly moved to both sides, and a gap of one square meter appeared. You can see the steep stone stairs leading downward.

"Let's go, be careful that some of the stone steps may be a little slippery. Sikong Yan confessed, and then took the lead to walk down the stone steps.

Shen Lanying looked at the dark passage, took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, lifted the skirt that was in the way with her left hand, held the oil lamp in her right hand, and followed Sikong Yan down.

The stone steps extend downward at a 45-degree angle, and through the light of the warehouse, you can see that the four walls of the passage are paved with long wooden planks, reminiscent of a burial chamber in a modern archaeological program.

Fear of the dark and fear of ghosts is a psychology that almost every girl will have, and Shen Lanying is no exception, fortunately there is light from the warehouse projecting in, otherwise Shen Lanying is not sure if she has the courage to go to this basement containing corpses.

After walking for about thirty seconds, he came to the end of the stone steps, and the footsteps in front of him suddenly stopped, but Shen Lanying didn't brake the brake for a while, and directly hit Sikong Yan's back.

"Hmm......" Shen Lanying covered her sore nose with her hand and looked at the person in front of her with resentment, "Why did you stop suddenly." ”

Sikong Yan turned around helplessly, "We've reached the bottom floor, I'm going to stop and light the lamp, is it possible, do you like to walk forward in the dark?" Approaching the oil lamp in his hand to Shen Lanying's face, looking at her rubbing her nose, her tone was even more helpless: "Hey, my back is not made of iron, and your reaction is too exaggerated." ”

Hearing this, Shen Lanying stopped the movements in her hand, blinked a pair of big eyes, stared at Sikong Yan for a moment, saw him look casual and ordinary, and asked tentatively, "Aren't you angry?"

Sikong Yan sighed, put his oil lamp on the ground on the side casually, picked up the flint, and lit the oil lamp in Shen Lanying's hand skillfully, and said, "What do I have to be angry about." At this time, cremation is the best choice, and with such a large coffin, it will inevitably attract attention along the way. It's just that a few of us who know can't let go of our obsessions, and in the end, it's still not as rational as you, an outsider. ”