Zhaojiazhuang is not far away, it is only more than 20 miles away from Xihaiyuan, and it will arrive in less than half an hour.

Although it was a big night, there were many people in Zhaojiazhuang, and the whole villa was brightly lit. It seems that all the family and friends are here to attend the funeral early tomorrow morning.

Xia Qing secretly relaxed, but just in case, he still carried the butler Zhao on his back, and didn't dare to leave him alone in the carriage. The entertaining aunt was self-cooked, and she dragged the entertaining uncle to follow up to see the excitement, but Zhao Gui did not refuse, but smiled and ordered the people to prepare two more drinks and dishes, with a kind face.

Zhao Gui personally led the way in front, carrying a lantern to an old house in the backyard, and the house was lit with sandalwood to cover up the smell of the corpse. After entering the door, Zhao Gui glanced at the couple and whispered: "Son, my father is upstairs, he was nostalgic and liked to be quiet, and he lived here alone." ”

Xia Qing understood what Zhao Gui meant, the old rich man Zhao was dead, and he didn't want too many people to break in and disturb him, so he put down the big butler Zhao on his back, "Uncle and aunt, please help take care of it." ”

The entertaining aunt glanced upstairs a few times, and was a little unwilling to be lonely to keep up to see the excitement, but was pulled by the perennial miserable uncle, "Okay, son, you can rest assured." ”

"Childe, please!" Zhao Gui led the way in front and climbed the wooden ladder that had been around for some years.

Xia Qing followed, a dim oil lamp was lit in the master bedroom on the second floor, two maids were guarding near the door, and a woman in white dressed in linen and filial piety was lying next to the bed, sobbing sadly. Through the dark yellow sand tent, a thin corpse could be seen lying upright on the bed. The wind gusted out of nowhere, and the room seemed to be blowing from all directions, blowing coldly on the body.

Xia Qing shuddered, her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Gui gave a look, and a maid stepped forward slowly, gently uncovered the sand tent, revealing a corpse with five flowers tied up, so thin that it didn't look like it had just died, but like a thousand-year-old dried corpse. His hands and feet and torso were tied, his face was distorted, his eyes were deeply sunken, his mouth was crooked to one side, and he looked eerie and indescribably terrifying, as if he was about to open his eyes and jump out of bed.

Xia Qing's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of the son's laughter, we say that my father is sick and dies, in fact, ......" Zhao Gui paused, blushing and a little embarrassed, "My father had a cold a year ago, and after treatment, he was already almost better, but a few days ago, he was confused and listened to a Jianghu Langzhong, saying that he wanted to accept a concubine Chongxi, and last night happened to be a good day for the candle night in the cave room, and the result was ...... According to the customs here in Xihaiyuan, this way of dying is very bad, and we want to prevent the corpse from being cheated, so we ......"

The woman who was lying on the edge of the bed and sobbing turned around, her messy hair and shawl covered half of her face, and she couldn't see her facial features clearly, but her skin was fair, tender and smooth, and her appearance was extraordinary. Maybe he was too sad, his face was pale, and he didn't have any expression when he saw Xia Qing, so he turned around and continued to sob.

"I see. ”

Xia Qing understood what was going on, looking at the appearance of this little concubine, let alone a sick old man, I was afraid that a young man would not be able to get out of bed. If you create evil, you can forget your own life, and this little concubine will have to be widowed for the rest of her life at a young age.

"Then it's troublesome, I'll come when I go. ”

Zhao Gui was very polite and told the maids to wait well, and then turned around and went busy. I'm going to be buried early tomorrow morning, and I'm too busy to drink water.

The maids brought a stool, Xia Qing sat down, and began to grind the ink while looking at it.

The appearance of the old rich man Zhao is really scary, the cave room flower candle night seems to be too excited and excited, after his death, the whole face is distorted to the appearance of a human, it is really a little troublesome to depict his appearance before his death, no wonder the old painters within a radius of a hundred miles can't do it. I don't have a certain amount of guts, but I'm afraid that I will tremble all over my body and I won't be able to hold the pen steadily.

The wind was gusting, the room was indescribably gloomy, and Xia Qing felt uncomfortable. However, thinking that there were still three big living people in the room, he continued to work hard, and slowly spread out a blank piece of paper. The ink has been polished, the white paper has been flattened, but the brush is suspended in the air.

Xia Qing suddenly found that he couldn't put pen to paper, this kind of sketch didn't need any inspiration, just careful observation was enough, and the problem was precisely here. Obviously, the old rich man Zhao was lying on the bed, and he had already seen his appearance clearly, but his mind was a mess of paste, and he couldn't outline his facial outline. It's not surprising that beginners are like this, they don't have enough experience and observation, but it's not normal for Xia Qing, who likes to draw since he was a child.

Xia Qing had no choice but to raise his head again and stared at the old rich man Zhao, ready to memorize the contours of his face first, and then slowly recover. If it weren't for his last resort, he really didn't want to look at this scary face more, and every time he saw it, he felt very uncomfortable, and he always felt that the dead old man was going to jump up at any time.

The old rich man Zhao looked terrifying, but he was lying straight and motionless, and he was already dead. Even the little concubine who is like a flower and jade is not afraid, and there are two maids behind him, what is there to be afraid of? The demons of the Hundred Ghost Sect have killed several of them, and they are afraid that this dead old man will not succeed? Sure enough, he is getting less and less courageous.

Xia Qing laughed at himself, and was about to bow his head to put down his pen, when he suddenly found that the old rich man Zhao's eyebrows seemed to move, his facial features were a little blurred, and his face was vaguely covered with a layer of black gas.

"Huh......"

Xia Qing was surprised, rubbed his eyes, and didn't find anything unusual, just thinking that it was his own illusion, he found that the old rich man Zhao's eyelids moved, as if he was rolling his eyes, and there was a clicking sound from nowhere in the room.

Do you really want to cheat the corpse? Xia Qing was terrified, and stood up and took a step forward. The old rich man Zhao lay motionless, his body was cold and stiff, and he didn't find anything unusual when he looked up and down.

Xia Qing retreated, sat back in his chair, and quickly started to draw. No matter how much it is, be ready to cut through the mess quickly, complete the task as soon as possible and leave this place. When he drew his mouth, he habitually glanced up and was about to proofread, and suddenly found that Zhao Laocai's face was blurred again at some point, and his facial features were distorted and seemed to have become another person. The clicking sound became louder, Xia Qing pricked up his ears and listened intently for a while, and was shocked to find that it was coming from the bed. One after another, it was as if a mouse was scratching at the bed.

"No, we can't wait any longer!"

Xia Qing put pen to paper heavily, to complete the task as quickly as possible, just after drawing the lip line, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the eyes found that the two maids who had been standing behind him were tense, and their eyes were protruding as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The air was colder, not from the cold wind, but from a cold that is difficult to describe in words, cold to the bone.

Xia Qing's body also tensed, and he slowly raised his head, and found that the old rich man Zhao, who was tied up with five flowers, sat up at some point, and his eyelids jumped and he was about to open his eyes. The fingernails were seven inches long, stained with blood and sawdust, and the bed underneath him was covered with deep claw marks.

The two maids opened their mouths, but they fell down without making a sound, as if they were scared to death. The concubine, who had been lying on the side of the bed, seemed frightened, looked at it with wide eyes for a while, and then collapsed to the ground.

In the room, only Xia Qing was left.

The yin wind was even stronger, and the hearty laughter of the entertaining aunt came downstairs, but Xia Qing couldn't sense a trace of popularity, and Zhao Laocai, who was sitting on the bed, seemed to be about to open his eyes and rush over at any time.