If Daoist Yang can really make the Emperor see Concubine Yang, who he has missed for a long time, he will have a bright future.

If you can't, you can use the excuse that you were bewitched by the demon to push the blame away. There seems to be a hundred benefits and no harm. He thought about it again and again, and finally made up his mind, and immediately repaired a letter, so that his henchmen immediately sent the letter to Chang'an, Kyoto.

The moon seems to be particularly bright tonight.

And Yang Tongyou, who was sleeping in the guest room, didn't expect it at all, because the big words he said when he was drunk had been firmly remembered by people with a heart. He was sold by the so-called friend he had just saved.

Ten days later, inside the Donghua Gate.

Yang Tongyou was summoned into the palace by Emperor Li Longji and inquired in detail about the search for Yang Guifei. Daoist Yang's whole body was trembling, and he scolded Yan Wu in his heart. I regretted not being at the beginning, I was not a lady when I met someone, I thought that if I hooked up with a big official, I would be prosperous and rich in the future. I didn't expect that no one who was an official was simple, and as soon as he saved him, he turned around and sold himself.

Daoist Yang held back his fear, and boasted in front of the Emperor Taishang with a three-inch tongue, and finally his expression changed: "Emperor, if you want to go to Penglai Immortal Island to find Concubine Yang, you still need one person." ”

"Who?" Li Longji was slightly stunned.

"Silent in the night!"

Tailor Xu has always been depressed because next door to him is Lao Wang's coffin shop. For this bachelor, who has no children and no daughters, and whose wife is still dead, the tailor's shop and the family dog are almost all he has.

It is said that for more than 50 years, Lao Wang's father opened a coffin shop next door. Thirty years ago, he inherited the tailor shop, and Lao Wang inherited the coffin shop. Originally, he was safe, but since Tailor Xu's wife died in childbirth and his wife and children could not be saved, he threw his anger on the coffin shop next door.

People all over the village said that the coffin shop was moldy, and as long as it was next to it, it would be unlucky. In the past, Tailor Xu didn't think he was so unlucky, but that night, after his wife died, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the dead air of the coffin shop was stained on his wife who was giving birth, and he was dragged by the Yin Man to be a substitute for the dead.

For the first seven days after the death of his wife and children, the tailor drank a few bottles of spirits, went to the coffin shop at night, and sprinkled lamp oil. When the fire was lit, it was discovered by Lao Wang. The neighbors, who were usually quite harmonious, suddenly got into a fight, and finally made trouble at the village chief's house.

The village chief couldn't think of a way, so he could only try to mediate. In the end, it didn't work out.

The coffin shop was not burned, but the anger in Tailor Xu's heart burned for more than 20 years. He tried to bring down the coffin shop, but Lao Wang's coffin shop was still open next to him, like a silent mockery.

The second night of staying in Bao'enzhuang was basically spent in the chatter of the tailor Xu. The honest and hospitable old man kept recounting the past, chattering endlessly, and almost covering his ears in annoyed silence. Qingfeng was smiling and looking very patient, but judging from his clenched hands, it was estimated that he had reached the limit of patience.

This natural demon seems to be afraid of nagging.

Finally, when the tailor went to rest, he walked to the window and opened the door. The night was dark, there were no stars or moons, not even a hint of breeze could be felt, and it was hard to imagine that there was a boundless dust storm not far away. This retribution village, no matter how you look at it, I feel a little weird.

Ye Buyu wanted to draw some paper talismans for backup, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it. He glanced at his monster servant: "Qingfeng, what do you think is wrong with Bao'enzhuang?" ”

"I don't know." Aomine shook his head honestly.

"I think maybe there's something wrong with the coffin shop." Ye Bu didn't expect his idiot servant to answer, and said to himself: "There are only more than 100 people in this small place, and there are very few children today. I don't even know how the village thrived. The coffin has been spread out for more than 50 years, and I don't know how much business is being done. But the old king in the tailor's mouth is still alive and well. The more I think about it, the more I feel that there is a problem! ”

"Why don't I sneak in and have a look?" Aomine took the initiative to ask.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home." Ye Bu turned around silently, and smiled a little inexplicably. If this face is seen by the servant, it will definitely be creepy. Whenever this guy laughs like that, he's always going to be out of luck.

It's a pity that the stunned Aomine didn't pay attention, but just jumped out of the inner window on the second floor at the owner's suggestion, and fell lightly into the backyard of the coffin shop.

Ye silently watched the figure of the servant disappear into the shop, shook his head, walked to the tattered bed and lay down, and for a while his thoughts were full of thoughts. For some reason, he always had a sense of danger. It seems that this peaceful and tranquil Bao'en Village hides unknown dangers everywhere and all the time, and even the dry and sweet smell in the air also contains murderous intent.

If you really want to be trapped here for half a year, it is estimated that there will be absolutely no good end. What's more, will the storm in the outside world really disappear after half a year?

He breathed quietly, silently, and the oil lamp on the table burst softly from time to time. About half an hour, Aomine returned.

"Master, the coffin shop is fine." The monster servant said.

Ye Buyu had such an expression and waved his hand: "Then go to bed first, and talk about it tomorrow." ”

The stunned Qingfeng let out an 'oh', the green light in his hand flashed, and the whole person was suspended in mid-air. He lay leisurely in the unsupported air, which made the night silent for a while with envy. The hardness and smell of the tattered wooden bed were unpleasant.

The next morning, before they could get up, they were awakened by a crying and shouting.

"What's the matter! What's up! Aomine was so frightened that he fell from the air to the ground, rubbing his hips in pain. Ye Bu stood up and pushed open the window to take a look. I saw that the horse hump's head of the horse gang was angrily pulling a villager and scolding him, and the scolded villager was already frightened and panicked, and his head was covered with cold sweat.

More than a dozen members of the caravan were indignant, while the merchants just stood in the outer circle and watched the excitement. On the ground not far from the horse's hump, a corpse was covered with a sackcloth. Ye Bu Shi has never forgotten, and he carefully identified it, and there was only one young man named Dongzi missing from the caravan. It seems that the person who died last night was Dongzi.

Strange, this Dongzi cow is tall and big, and his body is very strong. Such a big storm didn't kill him, how could he suddenly die in Bao'en Village, where there was food, drink and shelter?

Not only was he silent and puzzled, but even the servant Qingfeng also 'huh': "Master, there is something strange." The corpse was full of death, and it was terrifying. ”

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