Wherever he could see, Hua Ruoan didn't let go of anything, but he didn't find the person he was looking for.

He released his divine sense, went three feet deep into the ground and searched the entire Qin City, searching back and forth five times, but still did not find it.

How so? Xiao Si's breath is obviously in Qin City, how can he not find it?

Shen Xi and Tu Lian in front of them noticed that no one had followed, and when they looked back at him, they saw Hua Ruoan standing at the city gate with a thoughtful expression.

The two turned back, and when they were a few steps away, Tulian asked him, "Is there something?" ”

Hua Ruoan immediately put away her thoughts, looked at Tu Lian and said, "Well, the purpose of my visit to Qincheng this time. ”

Tu Lian was a person with little curiosity, and she was not at all interested in Hua Ruo'an's purpose for coming to Qin City, let alone Shen Xi.

"It's getting dark, let's find a place to stay."

Shen Xi's words Tulian naturally had no objection, Hua Ruoan agreed, nodded and responded, "Okay." ”

The three of them walked back into the city, and on the way they met a gray-haired grandmother.

She is different from the people on the street, she is a living person.

The old woman approached the three of them slowly on crutches, and she seemed to want to walk faster, but because she was old and could not walk quickly, her steps were a little urgent.

She took the initiative to ask: "Three young people, but they have just entered Qincheng?" ”

The grandmother's speech speed was a little faster than that of a normal old man, and the vicissitudes of life perfectly concealed her anxious mood.

No matter how perfect it is, it can't escape the ears of Shen Xi and others.

The corner of his eye swept the dead people coming and going on the street, and Hua Ruoan guessed that the strange old man in front of him might be the only living person in Qincheng.

He replied to the old lady quietly: "Yes, may I ask the old man, is there anything wrong?" ”

The old grandmother smiled kindly: "Old woman, I see that your eyes are raw, it is dark, have you found a place to live?" ”

Shen Xin and Tu Lian looked at the old grandmother and felt that the other party was very weird.

Hua Ruo'an is as good as flowing: "No." ”

Next, the strange old man should invite them to her house for the night.

Sure enough, the old grandmother really did as Hua Ruoan expected, and said, "Really? The night in Qincheng was not peaceful. If you don't like it, come to the Humble House for one night. ”

Hua Ruoan looked sideways at the two people beside her and asked their opinions with her eyes. Tu Lian looked at Shen Sin, and he listened to Shen Sin.

Shen Xi nodded slightly at Hua Ruo'an, Hua Ruo'an understood, and said to the old grandmother with a warm smile on her face: "In this way, it's troublesome for the old man." ”

The old grandmother waved her hand: "Don't bother, you come with me." ”

The three of them followed the grandmother to her house, and the plaque outside the gate read the words 'post station'.

In ancient times, the post station was a place used to receive high-ranking officials and guests, and ordinary people had to take a detour when passing by. The old man lives in the post station, doesn't he see that Qincheng has become a dead city, and no one manages it, so he simply moves into a good place to live?

"You go and pick your favorite room, and I'll cook for you." After saying that, the old woman walked slowly towards the kitchen, and when she returned to the station, her footsteps and tone returned to normal.

After walking a few steps, the old grandmother remembered something: "Oh, by the way, don't live in the last room on the left side of the West Garden, and you can choose the other rooms at will." ”

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