On the second day, Du Yan walked through the densely populated places in Gyeongju City. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info One day, the news that the ghost of the Liu family came back to ask for his life was rumored. A few months ago, Chen Ziye, the son of Taishou, was taken out again for the destruction of people's lives.

Du Yan added fuel to the fire, and then sneered with satisfaction: "The show has just begun." ”

In the afternoon, Du Yan prepared in the guest house, and then went out of the city gate with his burden and went all the way to the west.

There is a double-peaked mountain sixty miles west of the city, a dense forest around the mountain, Chen Kangnian's eldest son Chen Ziye took a group of people to the forest yesterday to hunt. Du Yan had already figured out his itinerary and knew that he should return today.

Du Yan walked about twenty miles to the west, and gradually the wind rose, and the dusk and sunset were swallowed by dust, and the world was only dusk and yellow.

In Russia, the wind is surging, and the heavy rain is coming.

He stood under the dark clouds and looked up at the sky, only to see the wind and clouds meet and be unpredictable. In this weather, the thought in his mind turned and he made some adjustments to the plan ahead.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile, and he turned around and went to the tea house on the side of the road. I bought a few cowhide bladders from the shopkeeper, filled them with water, and some flour, and carried them on my back to the west.

The raindrops crackled down, splashing dust on the ground and diffusing a faint smell of earth. splashed on the clothes of a boy in brocade clothes, and fainted small flowers.

There were more than a dozen people in this group, and four or five young sons led a few healthy slaves. They had traveled about half a mile when they heard the sound of tinkling water and came to a river. The river is turbulent, the water is deep and the river is wide, and it is the Quluo River that runs through Gyeongju City.

At this time, the wind and rain became heavier and stronger, and the rain helped the wind, and it hurt in the face. The wind was mixed with dead leaves and dust, and people couldn't open their eyes. The horses under him turned their heads from time to time to avoid the wind and rain, and saw that it was difficult to walk.

The young man at the head looked like twenty-seven or eighteen, with a nose like an eagle's hook and an unruly face. His face was very pale, his skin was loose, and there was a blue shadow under his eyes, looking hollowed out by wine.

This person is the famous "eldest son" Chen Ziye of Gyeongju Mansion, the eldest son of Chen Kangnian.

He spit out the unknown thing that he was blowing into his mouth, and cursed in a low voice: "This ghost weather!"

A horse-headed young man behind Chen Ziye covered his lips with his hand and said to Chen Ziye: "Eldest son, this can't be done, you have to find a place to shelter from the rain." He wiped a few handfuls on his face, wiped off the rain, and said, "I remember that there is an abandoned village in the land of about Molixu up the river, so why don't you go to the village to take shelter from the rain." ”

Chen Ziye nodded in response.

A servant in the rear hurriedly shook the reins of the horse a few steps to overtake everyone, approached Chen Ziye, and whispered: "Big prince, I'm afraid it's not appropriate there." ”

"What's wrong?" Chen Ziye asked, looking back at him.

The servant's face was a little strange, as if he was unspeakable, and he seemed to be a little frightened. After a few snorts, seeing that Chen Ziye's face turned impatient, he hurriedly said: "The eldest prince still remembers the husband of the Liu family, Yang Yi, who is ...... in front."

"Liu's family, who is it?" Chen Ziye remembered as soon as he spoke, and said, "Oh, it's Liu Lin's big-bellied woman." What happened to his husband?"

The servant secretly said, if it is really too many bad things, he doesn't even remember the person he killed. Thinking like this in his heart, he didn't dare to be disrespectful, "Then Yang Yi didn't want to go to the capital to complain, the eldest prince instructed the little one to make sure that he couldn't get out of the Gyeongju border, he was 'drowned' in this river, and he ...... there."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the southeast, where he could faintly see a small village, and the river flowed seven or eight feet in front of the village.

Chen Ziye took a horsewhip and struck it on the servant's body, and scolded with a smile: "Coward, what is there to be afraid of? Don't say that he is dead, even if he is alive, I can let him die again." If he becomes a ghost, I will arrest him, and let everyone see what the ghost looks like!"

"Do you think so?" he said, looking back at the crowd.

Several sons in fancy clothes all laughed loudly, and they talked about flattery for a while.

The black clouds were so low that they obscured the sky, but it looked like night was coming in about three quarters.

A group of people rushed to the front of the village, all of them were soaked, and they all looked embarrassed.

The Zhuangzi didn't know how long it had been idle, it was dilapidated, and the gate had long been chopped by a homeless man for firewood.

The crowd drove straight in, and saw that the courtyard was withered and overgrown with weeds. Because it is autumn, the leaves of the weeds have fallen early, and the branches are dry and weak, and after being wreaked by the wind, the broken branches and fallen leaves are piled up all over the ground. There is only one road in the middle, which is paved with bluestone slabs, although the stone slabs are mostly broken, and the dirty ones can't see the color clearly, but they can barely walk.

At the end of the bluestone slab road is the main hall of the main house, and there is an east and west wing room on each side. The windows are broken, the doors are long gone, and they are all open. Only the west wing room still has one left, which is blown open and closed by the wind, making a "squeaky and squeak" sound. Occasionally, it hit the door frame, and with a "pop", the door frame trembled, and it seemed that it would fall apart at any time.

At this time, the rain gradually became pouring, and they did not bother to look at it, hurriedly dismounted, and rushed into the house with their heads in their hands. The servants hurriedly led the horses into the east and west compartments to shelter from the rain.

The servants found some dry wood in the house, and broke down the windows, and made two fires in the house.

There were straw mats made of hay piled up in the house, as well as two broken bowls and tattered clothes, as if a homeless man had settled here.

The sons did not let the servants do anything, and they dragged the straw mats themselves and did not care about the dirt, and knelt down by the fire inside. The servants lit the fire at the door, and held up the coats that the sons had taken off and roasted them on the flames.

The sons would curse the ghost weather of the pouring rain, and sometimes they would say some nonsense, and occasionally comment on which prostitute in the brothel of the Qinglou was more sultry.

After about two quarters of an hour, the heavy rain still did not stop, and the sky was like pouring ink, like late at night.

At this time, the servant sitting at the door heard a slight noise on the bluestone pavement, like the characteristic sound of footsteps stepping in the water.

Before he could make a closer look, a person appeared in his sight. In the area where the darkness of the night and the light of the fire meet, the hair on his head was messy, wet and knotted into strands, sticking to his face, and the face exposed in the messy hair was so white that it seeped white.

He was half-bowed with his head bowed, his waist bent when he walked, his arms hanging limply, and he swayed slightly at random in complete harmony with his steps, looking indescribably weird. Especially at such a night time, when the rainstorm is pouring into the night, it is even more eerie and terrifying.

One of the servants suddenly looked up and subconsciously shouted, "What kind of person, get out!"

They are usually accustomed to following their masters as a prestige, and they have nothing good to say about the people.

The man ignored his words and crossed the threshold. It was as if he had just been fished out of the water, and his shoes were full of water, and with every step he took, water squeezed out of his shoes. Coupled with the water dripping from his head and body, he walked through the water marks all the way, and his feet kicked towards the fire of the sons inside.

The servant who spoke just now scolded, and when he saw the man carefully, he couldn't help but blow up his hairs all over his body, and fell to the grass mat.

His face was full of horror, but he could not help but look up at the man again, and saw that the man sat down among the sons, but still did not look up, and the raindrops kept falling from his hair, dripping beside the fire, making a clattering sound.

In the light of the fire, his face was pale and his lips were bloodless. The clothes he was wearing were dirty, soaked by the rain, and he couldn't distinguish the color. The style should be a slanted robe, it seems that the material is not bad, and there are faint dark hand-embroidered branches on the placket. Some of them were worn in disarray, with a wide belt around his waist, and embroidered with the same pattern as on the placket.

He smelled damp and cold, and he sat there out of place. But several sons were a little timid, and they stopped talking loudly, but no one dared to open their mouths to drive people away. In silence, the man always half-hung his head, except for the sound of rain falling on his sleeves, hair, and hem falling on the ground and evaporating instantly by fire.

There was an inexplicably tense atmosphere in the room, and there seemed to be something uneasy and fearful flowing, which made everyone's heartstrings tense.

The man stretched out his hand to roast it on the fire, and the color of the hand was strangely white, as if it had been soaked in water for a long time. It didn't take long for his sleeves and hands to stop dripping. He withdrew his arms, stretched his legs forward as well, and took off his shoes and turned them over to drain the water inside.

Several sons did not dare to look at him blatantly, and only occasionally glanced at him secretly. With just this moment, Chen Ziye suddenly found that the man's sleeves and hands began to be wet and dripping again. And the water in his shoes had just been poured out, but now it was overflowing again, and it kept seeping out of his shoes. He wrung out his sleeves again and again, and poured out the water from his shoes, and so on several times, and the water on his body seemed to never dry.

Chen Ziye's face turned white, he looked left and right, and his companions were all frightened, obviously also found out.

The man muttered, "I can't do it......" and stretched out his hand to roast again, and suddenly, there was a soft click, and his left hand fell directly to the ground with his wrist.

Everyone's hearts seemed to tremble with this "click" sound, and they couldn't help but gasp for cold air, but when this cold air reached their throats, they swallowed it raw, and they didn't dare to really make a sound. But I saw that he picked up the hand that fell on the ground with his intact right hand, stuffed it back into his sleeve, and then stretched out his hands at the same time to roast twice, sighed softly, and said to himself in a deep voice: "If you soak in the water for too long, your body will rot, and you can't stand the fire." ”

Before a few sons jumped up, he sighed softly, "Alas, it's easy to find the fire, but it can't be baked...... It's cloudy and sunny, and it's full of water, it's really uncomfortable......"

Chen Ziye's servant called softly: "The eldest prince ......"

Chen Ziye and several sons were tensing their heartstrings, holding on not to panic, and when they heard the amnesty, they hurriedly stood up and walked to the servant's side.

The servant had a stiff face, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his eyes looked as if he was going to faint at any moment. He leaned close to Chen Ziye's ear, his upper and lower teeth bumped, and he said intermittently: "Yang ...... Poplar...... When he died..... he wore this dress, and his shoes were ...... Villain...... ...... watching him die"

Chen Ziye's body stiffened, and he forced himself to turn his head to look at the man. The man's eyes were just looking at him, and between the strands of hair, there was a cold glow.

He stood up suddenly, and the rain immediately flowed down from him, and his man was as if he had just come in from the rain and had never been roasted.

As soon as he raised his leg and was about to take a step forward, the crowd could no longer hold on, and I don't know who let out an exclamation, and in an instant the cry seemed to be contagious, one after another.

They jumped out of the house and rushed into the rain, and the man's voice sounded behind them: "Don't go, the river is lonely, let's stay together!"

How dare they stop, but they gallop so wildly that they forget that there are still horses left in the wings.

Stumbling and unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south, instinctively headed towards the direction of the state city, and did not run far, he suddenly heard a terrifying scream, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling into the water and splashing, and then the cry stopped abruptly.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, and I didn't know who had fallen into the water just now. Where would everyone care, although they couldn't see it, they all ran in the opposite direction to the place where the sound had just begun. But the person with intact eyes suddenly couldn't see, how could he still have a sense of direction, and the river was not straight and wouldn't bend, and after a while, he heard the sound of the two screaming and falling into the water one after another. With an eerie and long-lasting voice, stay, stay....... Suddenly left and right, forward and backward, as if urging life.

The group scattered in a hurry, and did not dare to stop at all, for fear that they would run slowly, and they would be left in the water like their companions and never be able to go back.

Completely disoriented in the dark. After struggling in the middle of the night, the rain finally stopped, and at the end of the day, the sky was finally not as dark and thick as before. When the strength is exhausted and the heart is on the verge of collapse, the faint glow of dawn is particularly lovely.

Finally, I was able to barely discern the direction and return to the city with my hands and feet.