The dark room, filled with smoke, with the bitter smell of medicinal herbs, in the tall wooden barrel, water vapor was filled, and Li Ang soaked in it, his pale face, and it was frighteningly quiet.

A bean-sized oil lamp flickered, illuminating the room, Huang Quan walked in with silent steps, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, a pair of black eyes always looked at people fixedly, as if a ghost was staring at people, put the lamp on the cabinet in the corner, he looked at Li Ang, who was soaked in the medicinal juice without saying a word, reached in with his hand, and tested the temperature of the water.

Walking to the burning medicine stove, he sniffed the smell, then picked it up, poured the fishy black juice into the porcelain bowl on the table, and brought it to Li Ang.

After taking the bowl, Li Ang didn't speak, and drank it one by one, not in a hurry, not tepid, like an elegant scholar tasting tea.

It was not the first time that Huang Quan had seen Li Ang drink medicine in front of him, but he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the person who could drink the 'ghost and sorrow' he personally prepared as tea was the first time he had seen it in his life.

Looking at the big bowl that had been drunk cleanly without a drop left, Huang Quan's ghost-like face shook, and he poured the dregs from the medicine stove into the wooden barrel, and then picked up the copper kettle from another burning stove and poured it into the boiling water.

After pouring the water, Huang Quan glanced at Li Ang, who still didn't say anything, and walked out of the house angrily and hit the door.

Rows of coffins were neatly stacked in the lobby, gloomy and frightening, Huang Quan stepped on the steps without a sound, appeared behind Feng Siniang, and said, "You're here." ”

The gloomy voice sounded behind Feng Siniang, and Feng Siniang jumped forward in fright, before turning around, "Coffin Huang, you want to scare the old lady to death!" If the old lady is going to die, you can pay those accounts yourself! Seeing that it was Huang Quan with a hanging face, she scolded.

"Habit is gone." Huang Quan looked at Feng Siniang, who was scolding him, and grinned, which was even more terrifying than a ghost crying.

"You still don't laugh." Feng Siniang glared at Huang Quan, then looked inside the inner hall and asked, "How is he?" ”

"I can't die." Huang Quan frowned, "He has old injuries on his body, and he hasn't gotten better, if it weren't for me, even if he survived this time, he would be a waste sooner or later in the future." ”

"I don't know what's wrong, even the half-grown kid is in battle." Huang Quan shook his head and muttered to himself.

"Half-grown boy!" Feng Siniang looked at Huang Quan, who shook his head, and handed him Li Ang's military thorn, "This is on him." ”

Huang Quan's eyes, which had been lifeless, suddenly lit up the moment he saw the military thorn, but it was only a short moment, so short that Feng Siniang thought he was dazzled.

"Good stuff for killing!" Touching the thorn, Huang Quan's face jumped, muttering, and there was a little nostalgia in his voice.

"The Turks paid 3,000 baht for his head." Feng Siniang didn't care about Huang Quan, but just said to herself, "How much money does that get, I can almost beat a golden man the same size as him." ”

"You're going to hand him over to the Turks." Hearing Feng Siniang's words, Huang Quan frowned.

"Give him to the Turks, and if he dies, he will bear a great sin of treason." Feng Siniang's voice was raised, "The old lady doesn't want to die young, and besides, he said that he would give the old lady 3,000 gold baht, and the Turkic people don't want the hot money!" ”

"Five hundred gold baht, how about I watch him for you until the emperor sends someone over?" Huang Quan thought about it, and suddenly said to Feng Siniang, there was a little red blood on his pale face.

"your father, being a mother is a big wrong!" Feng Siniang jumped up, like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, "Five hundred gold baht, the old lady can buy the three hundred Mengwu Wei people of Dongxin Lei's dead ghost, and tell them to fight hard." ”

"Can you still fight alone with Dongxin Lei and his wolf cubs?" The more Feng Siniang talked to Huang Quan, the more addicted she became, so she almost didn't shoot the coffin board next to her, jumped up and scolded.

"If I say the wrong thing, don't scold my aunt." Looking at the tigress-like Feng Siniang, Huang Quan said with a bitter face.

"I know that I said the wrong thing, so this time, I will calculate eighty percent for my mother." Feng Siniang laughed, walked to Huang Quan's side, and clapped her hands.

"Auntie, you have to be unforgiving every time, and you are so ruthless in bargaining, ninety percent of you are good." Huang Quan's pale face suddenly became more ugly than crying.

"Look at your death, it's ninety percent good." Feng Siniang turned around, and when she arrived at the entrance of the lobby, she suddenly turned her head again, which made Huang Quan's heart beat for a while, seeing him like that, Feng Siniang burst out laughing, "The person is cured, remember to send a letter to the old lady, don't forget." ”

"Little girl." Looking at the red shadow that gradually disappeared, Huang Quan's eyes were doted on by the old man looking at the junior, he shook his head and walked back into the darkness, his steps were still like ghosts, silent.

…

In the fairly clean room, Li Zheng drank wine one by one, and there was no drunkenness on his face, he lived in this inn for six days, and he stayed at home for six days, he was waiting, waiting for the seemingly coquettish and money-greedy Feng Siniang to come to him, but unfortunately, he seemed to underestimate her, until now, she didn't appear, just secretly, there was one more mouse.

Putting down the wine glass, Li Zheng stood up, blew out the candle, and then disappeared, went to the window, pulled it a little away, and the copper dan on his fingertips flicked out.

But in the middle of the time, a man entered the room, and without making a sound, the man touched the bed, probed with his hand, flashed to the window, opened and looked, and then exited the room.

Jumping off the beam, Li Zheng smiled, walked out of the door, took a deep breath, his eyes stopped at a gap in the outer wall of the room, he walked over, carefully pulled out a small piece of fine gold wire, and laughed. In the courtyard in the distance, there was a sudden sound of broken footsteps, and Li Zheng sank and hid in the darkness.

"Boss, it's lost." Lao Ji looked at Feng Siniang, with a bitter face, and a pair of eyebrows seemed to be twisted together.

"The old lady has long known that the little white face is not a good product." Glancing at the empty room, Feng Siniang looked at Lao Ji, poked his forehead and scolded, "You, what kind of golden silk listening, you used to say that you were a thief ancestor, you are really angry with the old lady." ”

"The coffin is yellow, if something goes wrong, see how the old lady cleans you up." Feng Siniang glared at Lao Ji fiercely and walked out of the room. Li Zheng, who was hiding in the shadows, looked at her, thought about it, and finally quietly followed.

Standing in front of the coffin shop, Li Zheng's eyes showed a little weirdness, he smiled, and climbed in from the wall next to him. In the gloomy lobby, rows of black coffins lined up there, and a little bean-sized oil lamp flickered and flickered, which made people panic incessantly.

Looking at the lobby without half a figure, Li Zheng was cautiously guarded. "Guest officer, what kind of coffin do you want to buy?" The gloomy, unhuman voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Li Zheng's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he stood motionless.

The lobby suddenly lit up, Feng Siniang walked out with a bright candle, she looked at Li Zheng and smiled, "You think the old lady's wine is so delicious, the old lady has already smelled the smell on your body!" ”

Li Zheng was stunned, and then remembered the spirits he had drunk in the past few days, "I'm careless!" He muttered to himself and shook his head.

"Tell me, who the hell are you?" Feng Siniang looked at Li Zheng, who was still smiling on his face, and also smiled, "The old lady has inquired, and the person the old lady is going to pick up this time is not you, the eldest son of Li." ”

"The friend behind him is touching the knife." Li Zheng did not answer Feng Siniang's question, but took out a token and handed it to his back.

Huang Quan's hand on Li Zheng's shoulder was released, and the thin needles in his fingers disappeared without a trace.

"Where the hell did he come from?" Looking at Li Zheng, who had withdrawn the token, Feng Siniang frowned, looked at Huang Quan and asked.