After sending Li Xiaoxiao to school, Ye Tingbai went back to his home to take a look, Chen Lan got along very well with the workers here, Ye Tingbai came to chat with her for a few words and was relieved.

Now Chen Lan is not only a matter of being created, she may not exist herself.

If Ye Tingbai lived in an orphanage since he was a child, what was the role of this shaped parent, which made Ye Tingbai fall into deep doubts, but at the same time, the good impression and dependence on Chen Lan in his heart always existed, even if he told himself that it was not a real person, it still couldn't affect it.

I can only drag it like this for the time being.

Yangcheng is not small, it should be like this in the whole world, the land is vast and sparsely populated, after all, people die all day long, and it is consumed too quickly.

The suburbs are very desolate, basically abandoned unfinished buildings, and there are many low-rent houses, in fact, genes can only determine a person's living environment, and will not directly bring you wealth, what should be wasted is still waste, and what should become a moth or a moth.

The western suburbs happened to be the garrison of Si Youxu's private army, almost no citizens would come here to hang out, Ye Tingbai also passed several checkpoints to enter, this was also the first time Ye Tingbai visited the army in Yangcheng, and he also saw an unexpected person, that is, the officer who borrowed someone's dagger from the previous deputy.

Because it was a single entry, they also attached more importance to it, and specially sent him, an officer, to guard the door, but they didn't expect to send an acquaintance, and the officer kept clicking his fingers as soon as he saw Ye Tingbai's person.

"You... You, you, you return my dagger! ”

Ye Tingbai was a little embarrassed, this dagger was borrowed by the deputy personality, so what does it matter to him?

"You've mistaken someone!"

After saying that, Ye Tingbai rode away, leaving the officer alone and stomping his feet on the spot, shouting, "I want to complain!" ”

Following the map given by Lin Nianhua, Ye Tingbai went all the way to a small village that had been deserted, this should have been a village of inferior people when the area of Yangcheng was not so large before, and later Yangcheng expanded and these villages were naturally banned.

The village in front of him has been abandoned for a long time, the building materials are all red bricks, and the history should not be too long, along a dirt road, Ye Tingbai went to a school, according to the map, this No. 07 domain is behind the school.

The abandoned school was littered with paw prints, and it seemed that they were all left by the same hand, and these handprints all led in one direction, a cellar in the school.

Ye Tingbai pried open the cellar door and looked down, it was dark inside, and he couldn't see anything even in the sun, as if it would swallow the light here.

A rotten wooden staircase, creaking, Ye Tingbai slowly walked into the darkness, feeling surrounded by a strange smell, like thick yogurt, smelling a rancid sourness,

The stairs kept going down, as if there was no end, Ye Tingbai walked down for three minutes before he finally saw the ground, which was completely different from the style of the village outside, it was a flat green brick floor, and the green bricks were immediately broken when he stepped on it.

It may have been too long, natural weathering, and the top layer has turned to ash.

But following the light of the mobile phone, the green bricks at the staircase were intact, and there was no footprint, to say that no one had come in here for hundreds of years, this was unrealistic, Ye Tingbai tried to walk a few steps forward, and when he looked back, he found that the footprints he left behind were disappearing one by one.

Ye Tingbai took a rough walk around here and found that this place was not infinite, it was only the size of a football field, all of which were made of rectangular green bricks of the same size, and the surrounding walls were also closed by green bricks, like a tomb.

And in the center of this tomb, Ye Tingbai found a two-story villa, all made of mahogany, the green bricks outside have been weathered, but the mahogany is still like new, the gate has two pure gold knockers, and there is a gold-edged plaque hanging on it, but there is no word.

Ye Tingbai: "It's a little tasteful, this house is so beautiful." ”

Alternate: "Either I'll come, you seem to be scared." ”

"Do you know that there are some things that you should know and shouldn't say?"

Alternate: "What's that?" ”

"Serve, you come, you come."

The deputy personality controls the body, pushes open the wooden door, and walks straight to the house, the courtyard is fully furnished, but almost all of them are destroyed, there are a few mahogany chairs on the main hall, and there is a portrait of a woman hanging on it, the woman is wearing a red veil, and her posture is graceful, but her face has been blurred, it should be said that her whole body has been blurred, only her left hand is still clear.

Underneath the portrait, there is also a copper basin filled with incense ash.

This small wooden building has two floors, only the main hall on the first floor is exquisite, the other rooms are all empty, it seems that no one has lived in it since it was built, in the depths of the room, he found a staircase leading to the second floor, the second floor is not a room, it should be regarded as a terrace, there is only one large room, there is no partition.

The deputy personality glanced at it casually, basically confirmed the layout of the room, and walked straight to the center of the room, the sound of the wooden floor was very clear in the silence of the underground, and the smell of rancid in the air became more and more intense.

Finally, the sub-personality seemed to have come to its destination, it was a coffin with gold threads painted on it, and the coffin lid was ajar, and the sub-personality stepped forward to take a look inside, and a slender woman's palm was quietly placed inside.

The arm is fresh and white, and the incision is even more ruddy and colorful, as if it has just been chopped off from a person's hand, and it seems that there is still a temperature on the upper side, and it may have sensed the arrival of someone, and the palm of the hand came alive, as if the person had just woken up and would stretch his waist, and the palm of the hand was first curled up and tightened, and it was opening and relaxing.

There is a yellowed A4 paper next to the white palm, and a ballpoint pen, the hand holds the ballpoint pen and seems to want to write something on the paper, but the pen has been put for too long, the pen barrel has been crispy, and the refill has no ink at all.

The palm of the hand seemed a little annoyed, and it shook it twice in annoyance, and then threw the ballpoint pen aside, and then it stood up on its own and dripped a little blood from its wrist, and then wrote three words with its fingers dipped in it.

"Ask what?"

This palm is unusually flexible, just like a living person, and it floats up, more flexible than a living person.

"Can I ask anything?"

The palm of the hand immediately wrote "Ke" on the paper, and then it burrowed into the depths of the coffin, dragged out a broken bowl, and wrote on the paper again.

"Reward, a bowl of blood."

Ye Tingbai hurriedly controlled his body, and began to charge for this random question, and the ghost knew what the deputy would say later, so that he could not afford to pay the price.