The next person was unaware of the abnormal temperature, and gagmed: "It's the young owner because the owner of the village is cold, and he complains about the weather, the sky is going to rain, and the mother wants to get married!" Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before he finished speaking, he consciously messed up the order, so he slapped himself a few times, which is a long memory. How to confuse the son and Lao Tzu because of who is cold-hearted.

"Ahh

The subordinate wiped his rough and dry face vigorously, stopped talking nonsense, and went back to the house.

Not long after, when he came out again, he had an extra fox fur cloak in his hand, and put it on for the young owner, and he didn't forget to scold and scold in his mouth: "It's almost summer, how can this ghost weather feel like autumn?"

Yes, summer always goes by very quickly. This year is even more strange, it is obviously the beginning of summer, but there is already a scorching hot atmosphere.

But why is it so cold tonight?

The two turned around and went back to the back room, and when the two backs fell back into the curtain, a large black shadow secretly rose from a corner of the courtyard, and instantly swept in like a wave.

In the middle of the night, there was a wailing sound in the courtyard outside the house of the young farmer Zishuo, which was louder than the other, which could be called poignant.

Zishuo was so noisy that his heart was sour, and he played drums up and down. The old people often say that those who have done bad things in their lives will go to the eighteen layers of hell after death, where they will be scorched by the ghost fire of purgatory, and they will not die, but the burning sensation will spread to the entire skin inch by inch. There will be flogging, and there will be hanging......

In short, it is hell on earth, and there are so many punishments in it that only people can't think of it, and there is nothing that it doesn't have.

And tonight, such a terrible cry is no worse than that human purgatory.

Zishuo turned over and got out of bed and put on a coat, which was very thin, but enough to keep out the cold.

Although he is already a dignified seven-foot man, in the face of the unknown in the night, it is difficult to suppress the sudden speed of his heart, and for the first time in his life, his heart is about to jump out of his throat.

"Someone!" he didn't know why he wanted to disturb people's dreams, but he just wanted someone standing next to him, even if it was a strong courage.

shouted a few words in a row, but no one paid attention to him. He pushed the door open and walked out, but it was more like moving out step by step than walking.

Because the miserable wail in my ears seemed to be getting louder. There was one thing he really couldn't figure out, such a big movement, such a strange sound, was he the only one who heard it?

It is true that the courtyard where he lives is located in the middle of nowhere, because he is accustomed to quietness, and it is not that he is not valued by the village. On the contrary, his son Shuo is the lifeblood of Jiuquanzhuang. There were countless subordinates of the servants, all of whom were not more than a hundred steps away from his room.

Because of this, only when he heard the movement alone was terrifying.

The wind swept the fallen leaves and flew over, and there was a sense of stone-like heaviness on the body. How can the leaves fall in summer?

Zishuo was unwilling to endure the gloom, so it was better for him to break the situation: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?" The voice was low but not trembling, just like that, very good, the momentum that should not be lost.

No one paid any attention to him, only a mess of branches jolting wildly, as if something was about to come out of the ground.

"Young farmer!" someone called out to him.

It seemed that the dawn at the end of the darkness suddenly shone into Zishuo's life, and he turned his head with the greatest expectation. But in the next second, he could no longer disguise the uneasiness in his heart.

That person was his closest friend, the one who had brought him a cloak before.

His face was shriveled down at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his face was wrinkled and bloodless, almost indistinguishable from a dead corpse.

At the very least, the corpse would not move, but the eyeballs had been gouged out, and only the two black hole sockets were exposed, glowing green. The hands were hanging on the sides, as if they had been sucked dry, dry as straw.

He was still covered in a foul smell, and walked towards Zishuo step by step.

"At that time, I could have avoided it, but ......" Zishuo bent the corners of his mouth, looking at himself more remorseful or hateful: "However, my legs are actually like stiff." ”

Speaking of this, the tears could no longer be suppressed, and they fell, and soon there was no longer any young vitality on a handsome face, like a very old and resentful woman, and more like a little daughter-in-law who had been tortured and unwilling.

"Why didn't you say anything unusual when I asked you before?" the bone elf asked, more concerned about what Zishuo meant behind Zishuo's refusal to mention than comforting someone.

Zishuo cried so happily, completely immersed in his own world, and didn't bother with the bone elves at all.

"Hey!" the bone elf rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and theorize.

But she was stopped by two hands, one left and one right, and the swordsman and Xiaoyaosheng shook their heads at her at the same time: "He's still sad, don't force him yet." ”

The bone elf was very innocent, and his big eyes widened: "It's not that I want to force him, it's that there is definitely a problem here!"

No matter what, why is a big man so pathetic at every turn! She couldn't get used to it, so she poked Zishuo with her finger to show her back: "Why didn't you tell the truth when I asked you before?"

Zishuo ignored it, burying his head, no one could see his expression, only the whole person trembled. It's really sad!

It's a pity that he is not a woman, and she naturally does not need to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

"If you don't say it, I'll hit you!" Someone listened to the words with his fists, much more real than the sound of the upper and lower teeth fighting.

Sure enough, Zishuo turned around and said with a sob: "I, I'm also strange, I just didn't remember before, I didn't remember until now." ”

Speaking of this, Zishuo himself felt strange, wiped away the tears, and the endless crying actually healed.

"Maybe it's because you've just recovered from a serious illness!" Xiaoyaosheng comforted: "Rest well, stop thinking nonsense." ”

The swordsman is not good at comforting others, so he can only grasp Xiaoyaosheng's words: "Yes, have a good rest." ”

It's amnesia again? It's really a coincidence that the book is not written, but the bone elf doesn't believe that this is a weak body and a lack of mental power, no matter how you look at it, it has been planned for a long time!

She clenched her fists, Chi You, in order to defeat the people of destiny, you really took great pains!

"Someone has placed a spell on him, and it is only under certain circumstances that latent memories are stimulated. "The bone elf has already guessed Zishuo's situation.

The swordsman and Xiaoyaosheng heard clearly, but the second monk was still confused.

"Bones!" the swordsman grabbed her by the shoulders, "Tell me clearly, what do you mean?"

The bone elf looked at Zi Shuo with a solemn expression: "Then it depends on how much Zi Shuo can say?"

She leaned in and stared straight at Zishuo, until the other party moved back a little uncomfortably, and then said: "If you want to completely solve the root of your illness and hold grievances for that little brother, just think about it, what else happened later?"