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took the girl and jumped into the air and entered a house.

As you can guess at a glance, this must be the mansion of a large family

The courtyard is very large, there is a big locust tree more than ten meters high in the middle, but it has withered at this moment, the houses under the verandah on all sides are closed, and the entire outer courtyard can not even find the shadow of a maid and a house slave.

Looking back at the Tangmu gate, he didn't even have a bolt.

"Is there really no one in this town?" Fang Yang looked at the girl beside him.

"My consciousness didn't detect it. The girl replied.

Weird!

Fang Yang felt strange.

If all the people in the town have moved away, then the utensils in the house should also be taken with them, but when I glanced at it, I found in the yard a rob to dry, a birdcage on a shelf, and a few brand-new chairs under the eaves.

Looking at the furnishings, it doesn't look like an uninhabited place at all.

Could it be that some high-level nightmare appeared in the town, and all the residents died.

Thinking of this possibility, Fang Yang's mood became solemn again.

It's just that his head is dizzy and his body is bulky, and these bad signs remind him that he needs to get a break as soon as possible.

Temporarily put aside the doubts in his heart, and led the girl to find a clean house to live in.

After some searching, the two determined that there was no one in the house, not even a corpse, which was undoubtedly very strange, as if it had really evaporated out of thin air.

In the end, under the guidance of the girl, the two worked together to arrange a basic defensive formation at the landing place, which calmed down a little.

Sitting cross-legged, his head resting on the beam, and after a while, Fang Yang fell into a deep sleep.

In the process, his body began to repair at an incredible rate, and the flesh of the injured area grew at a visible rate.

If there was a light in the room, Yan Jiujiu would be able to see that the blood oozing from the wound on his back had turned a pale gray-red.

The girl sat quietly beside him, curled up with her hands on her knees.

She didn't sleep.

Because I know that now I and my "daddy" are in danger.

"Daddy" was seriously injured, and he had to keep vigil for him to prevent the enemy from sneaking up.

Until midnight, the moonlight in the sky gradually moved to the sky.

She was also a little overwhelmed, and her eyelids began to fight.

The silence of the night was eerie, and if you pricked up your ears, you could even hear the subtle sounds of nocturnal creatures crawling.

Under the window, a polished bronze mirror swelled, on the side, refracted into a ray of moonlight, fell impartially on the corner shelf.

The shelves are three stories high, with bundles of books on the top floor.

The girl noticed this, refreshed herself, and walked over in the dark.

Her hands and feet were light, because it was so quiet that the slightest sound would be particularly harsh.

Take a bundle of books and hold them in the palm of your hand.

Through the glimmer of light folded in by the bronze mirror, it can be seen that the scroll is very clean, not stained with a little dust, it seems that it has only been cleaned up soon, if Fang Yang discovers this detail, he will definitely be vigilant immediately, but the girl's mind is still open, not as sharp as him.

Gently pulling the shaft rod open, line after line of small words imprinted into the eye.

She is very smart, she followed her father to learn to read and break the text at the age of four or five, and most of the words and sentences on the book can be recognized.

After a few glances, I can roughly see the clues.

"Whew!"

After a stagnation of breathing, the little girl snapped on the ground, wrapped the scroll, her little face was nervous, she spread her head and looked around, and found that there were only herself and Fang Yang in the room, so she let out a long sigh of relief.

The reels tell the story of Shikai, which makes her feel a little scared.

The moonlight was cold, and a cold wind blew outside the window lattice.

The girl shuddered unconsciously.

Time passed unusually slowly, and driven by curiosity, she unconsciously pulled the scroll in her hand open.

It didn't take long for me to be drawn to the story described above.

In the second half of the night, the little girl was already sleepy, and several bundles of books were scattered around her.

"Hmm...... Just sleep for a while and ......."

After a beating, the little girl couldn't resist it at all, and slowly rolled up the yellowed paper in her hand.

She didn't notice the words on the page that was slowly scratching, and her fingertips were stained with some ink.

This proves that the words have only been written for a short time, and the ink has not yet dried up.

Two minutes later, the girl's nose was filled with the sound of even breathing.

In the early hours of the morning, the little girl woke up in a daze.

He was half-asleep and half-awake, squinting his eyes and searching the room.

I touched a kettle, drank it with a grunt, and finally returned to its original position in a daze, closed my eyes again, and fell asleep quietly.

By the next day, the two people in the house woke up almost simultaneously.

There was a slight labor ache in his body, but it didn't take long for it to subside.

The blood on the placket had dried and the wounds had healed.

He tried to move his lower limbs, felt the strength fill his body, and the negative state was swept away.

"Daddy......" came from the girl's sweet voice, like a yellow bird in early spring.

Yan Jiujiu stretched his body and stood up from his seat.

Fang Yang just nodded at her slightly, then walked to the candlestick and lit the candle.

Until now, he has not been found by the golden umbrella woman, obviously the charm has played a role, hiding the aura on the two of them, but Fang Yang knows that this is not a long-term place to stay, and one day it will be found by the people of the three major forces, and the two of them can only ensure safety if they step into the territory of Yao Kingdom as soon as possible.

Glancing at the blue charm in his hand, it began to dim at this time.

Fang Yang walked around the room and found that there were folded clothes in the cabinet at the head of the bed, and after hesitating for a while, he still chose to take them and put them on.

The true qi in his hand was running, and the blood-stained white shirt was burned by the black-red flames.

walked to the counter, quietly took two gold beads, and placed them on them.

Although he didn't know if the people in the mansion had moved away or died, Fang Yang felt that since he had borrowed a night here and had taken a piece of clothing from others, he should always leave something behind.

"Alright, keep going. ”

After tidying up his outfits, he found that he was in a lot of spirits, so he waved to the girl and pushed open the door of the house.

"Hmm. ”

The little girl quickly sorted out the scrolls scattered on the ground, answered as she cleaned them up, and only after putting the scrolls back on the shelf did she quickly turn around and chase after Fang Yang.

When I came to the yard, I found that it was very dark.

There was no sunlight in the polar night, and the moon had sunk, but Fang Yang relied on his special physique to see things at night.

As when I came, the courtyard was still a spotless scene.

In the quiet environment, Fang Yang walked to the vermilion gate, but suddenly stopped.

He noticed that the footsteps following him had disappeared.

When I looked back, I saw the little girl standing under the corridor in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yang asked.

"There are people, a lot of people. The girl raised her hand, lowered her voice, and pointed around.

"Huh?" Fang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze diverged.

As far as the eye could see, the yard was depressed, and the night wind was howling, blowing off a few dead leaves.

"People, where?"