Nanfeng knew that Xizhou had hidden a lot of secrets, and these secrets were not even less than Su Chen's. Obviously he is just a sick and precarious scholar, but he has a lot of insight that is different from that of mortals;

But she doesn't care about this, everyone has their own past that they don't want to look back on, he has it, and she has it. These secrets are like a layer of light and thin mist, which makes people and things croug in it, with a more sense of mystery and a sense of beauty that wants to be said.

She doesn't spoil this beauty.

Then she became worried, if he knew her secret, would he care, would he abandon her like a pixel in the vast earthly world?

Oh, with his current physical condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for that day.

Creation makes people, and fate is ruthless. It was for him and for her.

The peony flower inserted on the head is difficult to show its color because it has lost its brightness, and only has a faint fragrance, like a good memory, which lasts for a long time.

Xizhou said that it was a blessing to be together. Nanfeng doesn't like "once", and only wants to "stay together", because after being lonely for a long time, companionship has become a luxury.

I don't know if Xizhou, who used to look for people and find answers, is also struggling to be lonely and looking forward to companionship.

It must be.

Thinking about it like this, my heart is getting heavier and heavier. Nanfeng suddenly heard a series of footsteps, mixed with the strange crashing sound she had just heard.

Xizhou returned to the sight of the south wind. He was so nervous when he pounced that he couldn't stand still and fell hard to the ground.

He left for about half an hour, and in this short half hour, she tried to get out of the pit several times, and finally her trust in Xizhou overcame her curiosity, so she only probed the probe and did not make any substantive moves. Seeing him again, her anxiety was temporarily suppressed.

"Xizhou ......," Nanfeng said.

Xizhou crawled over in a panic, randomly brushed away the branches and weeds covering the mouth of the soil pit, and stretched out his hand to the south wind tremblingly, while lowering his voice to remind her: "Be quiet!

The south wind touched his hand, it was still so cold, but it was wet with sweat.

He was very thin, and he was sick, and it was not easy to pull her out of the pit, so he knelt on the ground and pulled her right hand with both hands. Nanfeng entrusted his right hand to him, and with his left hand, he grabbed the stones around the pit with his left hand, and with the force of his feet, he suddenly jumped out of the pit. He couldn't control it and fell to the ground on his back. Nanfeng listened to him groan.

She only thought he was stumbling on a rock, and she didn't care. What she cared about was the strange posture in front of her.

If you put it in normal times, the posture in front of you may be misunderstood. He was lying on the ground, and she was lying on top of him, ambiguous and weird, she could even see his bright eyes and thin and moderate lips, and could feel his chest heaving and heaving as he gasped.

"South Wind ......" Xizhou's eyes rolled around, and his speech was slurred.

Nanfeng quickly got up from the ground and helped him up. When she touched his back, she felt her hands sticky.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Nanfeng.

Xizhou grabbed Nanfeng's hand groping around on him, struggled to get up from the ground, and continued to run with her.

"That 'master', did you see it?"

"Sort of. ”

Nanfeng was full of doubts: "Why are we running?"

"I'll explain to you in a moment. ”

"Where to go now?"

Xizhou staggered for a long time, so long that he was about to exhaust Nanfeng's patience, and when Nanfeng wanted to stop his unconditional trust in Xizhou, he heard Xizhou answer in a hoarse voice: "Yizhuang!"

What kind of place Yizhuang is, Nanfeng naturally knows, it is the place where the unclaimed corpses are parked.

What to do there?

Running for his life like this brings a strong sense of oppression and tension to the south wind. The strange sound of collision followed them like a shadow, always keeping a distance from them, but not disappearing for a moment.

Da! Da! Da!

Familiar and unfamiliar, crisp but terrifying.

Nanfeng's right hand, which Xizhou was holding, was getting wetter and thicker, but he pulled her desperately, making her embarrassed to say it at this time. Later, Xizhou gradually lost his physical strength, and because he didn't notice the potholes and soil and rocks under his feet, he planted a big heel. But he was very stubborn and refused to stop for a moment. Nanfeng had no choice but to lift him up with great difficulty, and dragged him to continue running.

With mutual support, they finally found the dark and dilapidated and lonely Yizhuang.

It is said to be Yizhuang, but it is actually two uninhabited broken thatched houses, thatched houses and fences enclose a narrow courtyard, and several old coffins are stacked crookedly in the center. These coffins are very dilapidated, and I think they have been here for a long time. The hut was surrounded by patches of broken tents, and by the light of the doorway, the silhouette of the corpse lying on the ground could be seen.

There was a lot of ghosts everywhere, and the south wind gasped in fright.

Nanfeng stood at the door, not daring to enter. In the silence, only the exaggerated gasps of her and Xizhou could be heard.

Xizhou Station was almost unable to stand, and pulled the south wind to go inside.

But Nanfeng's legs seemed to grow on the ground, and he couldn't move a single step.

Xizhou clenched Nanfeng's hand and encouraged her, "Come in, don't be afraid!"

Strange things are happening everywhere today, how can you not be afraid? Every step is unexpected, how can you not be afraid?

But Xizhou said so, and Nanfeng actually believed it.

Nanfeng stubbornly followed behind Xizhou, holding Xizhou's arm tightly while constantly persuading herself: she was also a person who had died once, even more advanced than the unclaimed corpse lying in the thatched hut. A demon is afraid of corpses, wouldn't it be a shame to spread it?

Thinking like this, Nanfeng had already followed Xizhou to stand in the middle of the many coffins in the courtyard.

These coffins are of inferior material, and I don't feel anything from a distance, but when I look closer, I realize that some of them are not even formed, and many coffins don't even have lids. Nanfeng could faintly peek into the black corpse inside, and could clearly smell the disgusting smell of corpses.

The south wind retreated again.

Unexpectedly, Xizhou walked straight to a fairly intact coffin, picked up its lid, and poked his hand in!

Dig in!

In Nanfeng's impression, although this little scholar who calls himself Xizhou is far less heinous than Suchen and clean, he is also a clean and self-contained reader. Just look at his knowledge of the past and the present, his ability to imitate famous paintings that are difficult to distinguish between authenticity and falsehood, and his insight into the mountains and rivers and be familiar with the customs and customs, we know that he is not comparable to ordinary people.

But since he is an outstanding reader, where does this "bad taste" come from?