"Sending you a thousand miles must be goodbye in the end, Brother Fan, I'll send it here. ”

In front of the Guyue Restaurant, Lu Yuanwai bowed his hand to the old friend in front of him with a shy stomach.

"Farewell. ”

"Farewell. ”

The old friend on the other side also replied to him, then turned around and boarded the carriage and left.

The little guy beside him, looking at his old man staring at the departing carriage for a long time, couldn't help but sigh and said: "The relationship between the master and the old man Fan is really good, and every month I have to go to the most expensive restaurant in the city to entertain him......"

"What a fart, if it weren't for the family's business and relying on the family behind the other party, I would have to pay attention to this shabby settlement, and let Lao Tzu bleed once a month, this special dog thing. ”

Lu Yuanwai glared at the mung bean with small eyes, turned around and gave the little guy a kick: "And you, you can't keep things alive, don't go to prepare a car for the master, the master I am still waiting to go to the Spring Festival Fang to find a secret to eliminate the fire." ”

The little guy was aggrieved and said, "Our car is broken, and we can't get over for a while." ”

"Grass, why didn't you overhaul it early, let me wait for you in this cold day?"

"Lao Liu's car last time, he, he may have forgotten it at the time, so what should we do now?"

Lu Yuanwai slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand, and staggered the thin little guy: "What the hell, what kind of hysteria is there standing here? Of course, I will fix it for the master immediately, do you want the master to go back?"

"Yes, yes......" The little guy hurriedly ran towards the stables in the backyard of the restaurant.

After the little guy was immediately, Lu Yuanwai rubbed his hands, feeling that although it was spring, it was still a little cold outside.

He was thinking about whether to go back to the restaurant to wait, but when he saw a carriage stop in front of him, a fat coachman jumped out of the car and nodded at him and said, "Does this old man want to use the car?"

Lu Yuanwai frowned, who dares to sit in this car of unknown origin, the world is not peaceful at this age.

He didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he turned his head, he found that the Guyue Restaurant had closed, and the red paint doors were closed.

An evil fire couldn't help but rise, this dog surnamed Fan was made so late, I can't go back, master.

The cold wind swayed the red lantern at the entrance of the restaurant, and there was no one on the street, which made people feel a little panicked.

"Li Dong, Li Dong?" Lu Yuanwai shouted twice in the backyard of the restaurant, but there was no response at all, so he couldn't help but curse secretly: "This useless dog thing." ”

Turning his head and looking at the coachman again, the light was dim and he couldn't see his specific appearance, but he could see his attentive face, and couldn't help but hesitate to say: "How to go to Yingchun Fang?"

The coachman was overjoyed, stretched out a fair-skinned and fat hand and said, "Five sons." ”

This handlebar maintenance is not bad, Lu Yuanwai looked at the other party's hand, thinking that he didn't know when he would have to wait, so he just left first, and let Li Dong's bastard drive the car back tomorrow, so he said, "Okay, let's go." ”

"Okay. ”

The coachman hurriedly introduced Lu Yuanwai into the car, lowered the curtain, and then disappeared at the end of the street in the car himself.

As soon as Lu Yuanwai got into the car, he immediately felt a lot warmer, his heart was a little calmer, and after eating and drinking, he couldn't stop jumping up, and he fell asleep directly with his head tilted.

I don't know how long it took, he rubbed his garlic nose and woke up slowly, and found that he was still in the car, no, it's just two streets away, why did he walk for so long, didn't he want to make money.

"Hey, have you arrived?"

He shouted in an unkind tone, but he didn't get a response, and he couldn't help but get angry, and he opened the curtain, only to find that the car had stopped, but the driver was nowhere to be seen.

Turning his head to look around, he found that this was a strange place, and it was pitch black around him, and he could only see the area under his feet through the horse lamp on the carriage.

He jumped out of the car and tried to go around to the back of the car to see if the guy was releasing water in the back of the car, but he tripped and fell on something he didn't know.

After struggling to get up, Lu Yuanwai felt that his evil fire was about to come out, and he turned around to find himself who had tripped over something, and it was not enough to vent his indignation if he didn't dismantle that thing. But when I turned my head, I found a tombstone standing prominently and alone.

Seeing this evil thing, his anger instantly dropped by half, and when he looked carefully, he saw that the stele read: The Tomb of Lu Gong Yi.

Lu Yi has the same name as himself.

Died on the 10th day of the second month of the seventh year of Shengtai? Isn't that today, it is still a new tomb.

"Are you looking for me?"

Lu Yuanwai was still counting the days, and a faint voice behind Leng Buding startled him.

When he turned around, he found that it was the coachman who didn't know where to run just now, and the evil fire in his heart couldn't help but jump out again, and he scolded: "Where did you go? Do you know how long Lao Tzu is waiting for you here? Don't think about the fare." You ......"

At this time, the coachman raised his head, and Lu Yuanwai finally saw the coachman's appearance clearly by the faint light of the horse lamp, and the next scolding couldn't help choking back. I saw that although the other party was wearing coarse cloth clothes, he had an extremely rich body, garlic nose, mung bean eyes, and fair skin, which looked a little familiar.

This......

Isn't that what you are?

"You, your face, I, I ......"

The coachman looked at Lu Yuanwai's face very strangely, he smiled evilly, and walked towards Lu Yuanwai step by step: "Yes, I'm not you, now that I'm home, rest in peace." ”

"You, you, don't come here. ”

Lu Yuanwai's frightened legs and feet were weak, but he still struggled to retreat, and suddenly his feet were empty, and he fell into a pit, which was the grave just now, an empty grave, as if waiting for the arrival of his master.

At the same time as Lu Yuanwai fell, the soil around the grave seemed to come to life, constantly climbing his body, pulling him to fall forever.

The wriggling soil devoured Lu Yuanwai's fat body little by little, until it was closed and the steps of closing the tomb were completed.

The bulging burial bag moved from time to time at first, but the amplitude became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

The carriage and coachman around the grave bag were long gone, and only the date of death on the tombstone was as red as blood.

......

Fan Rui woke up slowly, he had just drunk too much in the Guyue Restaurant, he was a little drunk, and he fell asleep in the carriage, and now he woke up, and he quickly touched his arms as soon as possible.

Only then did I look around, and I realized that I was still in the car, but the car seemed to have stopped.

He leaned over and lifted the curtain to find that the driver was not in the driver's seat, and that it was pitch black.

Damn, didn't you tell him to go to Qianqiao Street?

"Jingle Bell...... Ahh

Fan Rui jumped out of the car, wanting to see what was going on around him, but he turned out to be on a broken foot, and he didn't know what he was stepping on, and he rolled out with a clang. Such a dark and silent night, such a crisp sound, it sounds quite terrifying.

Fan Rui stabilized his figure, endured the pain, and looked fixedly, but saw that it was a bronze incense burner, and the original position of the incense burner was an offering platform, and behind the offering was a tombstone, the red paint on the tablet was like blood, and it was written: The tomb of Fan Gong Rui, died on the tenth day of February in the seventh year of Shengtai.

Damn, who made a joke on Lao Tzu.

"Are you looking for me?"

In this abrupt late night, the abrupt sound, the frightened Fan Rui's hairs were about to stand up.

Hurriedly turned around, and saw the driver who had just run to where he didn't know where he had gone.

The coachman looked up, revealing a face identical to his.