A small room, dark and damp, with gaps in the roof of the straw hut, if it rains, the house will not be able to protect itself from the rain.

He stood at the door of the house in a daze

The old man seemed to see through his thoughts, and finally opened his mouth and hummed in strange Mandarin: Want to be a son-in-law? Let's go back to the Central Plains. The old man's voice was hoarse, his complexion was burnt, and his back was completely deformed. As he spoke, he limped out again.

It wasn't until later that Mu Xichen learned that this old man's name was Cripple Liu, a person from the Central Plains, who had lived in this poor village with nothing for decades, and lived with Sister-in-law Zhang.

Mu Xichen walked to the board with only some hay, a wooden board was supported by two square boulders, and several broken clay pots were lying quietly under the bed. He walked over and lifted the handful of hay, and a group of small black things suddenly crawled out of it and fled in a hurry.

He calmly put down the handful of hay and looked around, only to find that it was so in such a mess, and the thought of how poor the villagers were living here made his heart very sour.

I didn't expect that there was such a difficult place in this world, living in a windy wall on all sides, and sleeping on hay!

Mu Xichen sighed, held on to the door and walked out. It was dark, but the starry sky illuminated the path under your feet.

The sound of insects chirping was particularly loud at night, and the closed wooden door and the old man's gloomy face made Mu Xichen shiver. He fumbled his way to the window of a house, for there seemed to be a candle lit in the room, which lit the whole room brightly.

Squeak - he gently pushed open the wooden door curiously, poked his head in to see what the carved wood was doing, but the first figure he saw was Sister-in-law Zhang.

He opened his mouth, and suddenly saw Jiang Xuejuan sitting on the bed before falling asleep. His eyes quickly tossed and turned, only to find that the candle flame he thought was actually a flame floating in the air, and the jumping flame wrapped a chapter of rune paper, burning more and more, thinking that it was a means of carving wood.

Shepherd the dust? Jiang Xuejuan smiled, her voice was still very weak, and she beckoned in the direction of the door: Why don't you sleep so late? This is Sister-in-law Zhang, who carved wood to trouble her to take care of me. said and nodded to the kind-hearted sister-in-law Zhang.

Sister-in-law Zhang is about to be over the age of six, her face is full of wrinkles, and her shriveled cheeks highlight her thin cheekbones. Compared to the strange-looking cripple six, it is indeed much kinder.

Sister-in-law Zhang kindly took the quilt for her: this is the only quilt in the family, don't mind, the girl will go to the village tomorrow to find someone to buy another good one. Sister-in-law Zhang helped her distressedly and blurted out fluent Chinese. It turns out that Sister-in-law Zhang is also from the Central Plains!

Sister-in-law Zhang: Okay. He said hello, his eyes were almost impossible to open due to sleepiness, he said a few words and turned his head to leave, and as soon as he went out, he was stopped by the carved wood to the waist.

Don't sleep tonight, come with me. If you don't see him, he hears his voice first, Mu Xichen already knows who this is, who else will be as elusive as him except for carving wood?

Carved wood no longer paid attention to Mu Xichen, walked to the big wooden door of the courtyard with a knife, and pushed it open casually.

Mu Xichen took a big breath, can't you just make a noise in the alley at night? What the hell is this for?

A gust of cold wind poured into the neckline, but Mu Xichen felt like a demon wind no matter how he looked at it, the house was facing a wall, and on the other side of the wall was a family, but the gate was not built towards this side.

Kemu coughed sullenly, clutching his open chest by collar: I don't know when the village has been haunted, and whenever it is quiet at night, as long as someone walks in the alley, even if he says even one more word, he will be targeted by those ghosts. Either pull closer to the wall, or come and pester you in the evening.

Mu Xichen now understood the reason why Kemu didn't let them speak just now, and the reason why the lame old man hurriedly covered his mouth.

The alley was damp and cold, and the wind rushed in from this end, blowing cold the whole alleyway all the way to the other end of the alley.

Mu Xichen rubbed his sleepy eyes, the empty alley, there was nothing.

Didn't you say there was something, why didn't I see anything?

They are all hidden in the wall. Alright, go to sleep. Carved wood urged, and drew a rune paper with his sword, just like the rune paper in Jiang Xuejuan's house just now, it was surrounded by a fiery red flame.

I saw that the rune paper floated slowly towards Mu Xichen, and it didn't stop until he was a meter away from his sight. Although the fire was bright, it was still the temperature of no real flame.

Carved wood turned to leave, his eyes fluctuating strangely as he left. Mu Xichen followed up and asked: Then when will I only half-talk when I learn, and the carved wood is long gone. He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was gently pulling his skin, causing him to be numb and get a lot of goosebumps.

His neck was so stiff that he could barely twist, and Mu Xichen's heart was pounding extremely fast for some reason.

What's wrong with me? How could you be so scared? Is there anyone behind me? Could it be a pair of resentful eyes staring at me without blinking?

Mu Xichen felt that every nerve in his body was stimulating his skin, and every inch of his skin was as itchy as an insect climbing. He couldn't help but grab it, and grabbed a lot of red marks, but he still couldn't stop itching.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and I looked back suddenly! It was empty, and there were no ghosts.

Mu Xichen felt that he had hit a ghost, but there was no ghost, it was difficult to explain who filmed him just now, or was he nervous?

In short, this feeling of surprise is really uncomfortable. What's more, in this kind of place where ghosts are frequent in the dark night and high winds, not to mention that he can see those things himself, even if he is a person who doesn't know the inside story, walking on this cold and gloomy road, I'm afraid he will be driven crazy by this oppressive and terrifying atmosphere!

The itch on his hands was unbearable, and Mu Xichen looked at it in a daze, and the end of the alley was a dead end, only a few steps away, where there was a well and a bucket. He rubbed his hands, and even his neck began to itch, and after hesitating for a while, Mu Xichen finally decided to go and get some water to wash it.

Thinking of Kemu's repeated instructions, he still thought that as long as he didn't speak, he should be fine, and he didn't see anything appear.

So he took the first step cautiously, and after landing smoothly, his heart calmed down a lot, and he quietly moved to the mouth of the well while the night was dark.

Water, I want water! It's so itchy! He grabbed a handful of water from the bucket and poured it on his hand, although the temperature here was not high at the moment, it was still seven or eight degrees. I didn't care about the cold, and I poured a scoop on my hand, and I immediately felt much better.

Yes!

He was shocked by being slapped, and he wanted to scream out, but he quickly covered his mouth when he remembered the repeated reminders of the carved wood. The two eyes were wide open in the dark, dripping and turning.

It wasn't until he found the rickety back that he realized that it was the lame sixth.

The lame old man didn't say a word, grabbed his collar and pulled it back, don't look at the old man's back bent and old, he has no strength, but he really makes the effort to shepherd the dust, but he feels that ten cows can't compare.

was thrown back into the house all the way, and the lame old man lowered his voice and scolded angrily: Don't you have a long brain, how many times have you said not to go outside! Don't be silent! He accused Mu Xichen of pulling his pigtails for a while.

A face was stretched by an open mouth, his eyes were puffed up layer by layer.

I just felt itchy and wanted him to innocently explain that he really just wanted to wipe it. And he was extremely careful in the whole process, trying not to make extra sounds, but he didn't expect that this would also attract this eccentric old man.

You Central Plains people are like this, you don't listen to what you say, and you like to be self-righteous.

Inexplicably, someone buttoned up the arrogant hat, Mu Xichen shrugged his shoulders, and touched the back of his head again: Uncle taught me a lesson, I will remember it next time. As he spoke, he scratched the itch on his hand again.

The lame sixth didn't ask Mu Xichen, and grabbed his hand: I see you have been scratching, what are you scratching?

The lame sixth asked, and he answered word for word.

I was standing outside for a long time just now, so I guess it was a mosquito bite.

The lame sixth didn't ask any more questions, and instantly became like an ordinary old man again, limping to his house on crutches.

Mu Xichen finally breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the rune paper floating in the house, the expression on his face was rich for a while.

Lying on the straw mat, thinking about Jiang Xuejuan's words and deeds, it was really different from his previous cognition, and then thinking of the fat man who had always been very close to her, he couldn't help but smile on his face, and he didn't know what the fat man was doing now, was he sleeping? Those unexpected experiences, did he share them all with his grandfather

And my grandfather, where the hell are you? Do you want to let the dust hone on his own, or do you really have the patience to leave the dust alone?

For a moment, Mu Xichen, who had never seen his parents since he was a child, missed them a little. Other children have parents, but he doesn't even know what their parents are called or what they look like. It's an irony.

took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a text message to the fat man, but found that there was not even a signal in this wilderness, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed on the spot, this is really over, if he can't find Jiang Xuejuan's home, he will naturally know where she lives. As long as she finds it, she must tell her father that Jiang Xuejuan is by his side and is safe.

Although Mu Xichen has never looked at his parents, since they have come out so far, there must be no way out!

Thinking about it, he closed his eyes sweetly, sleepiness hit people, and he had already fallen asleep in a sweet sleep.

Oh, today's heart-piercing is even more complete, and I've been running naked. Obviously I was in a serious hurry, but I always wanted to sleep, the upper eyelids and the lower eyelids fought, and I really fell asleep as soon as my consciousness sank, and then I suddenly woke up again, and suddenly found that I had beaten more words that I couldn't understand.

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