The cool night revealed the slightest chill, and the weather in this early spring was still unsurprisingly chilling to the back, and even the stars in the sky couldn't help but pull a few clouds and wrap themselves up, only the crescent moon hung high unaffected.

At the end of the day, there were no people on the streets of the town, and I don't know whether they were disgusted that the weather was too cold, or they were frightened by the farce not long ago, after all, such troubled times were rampant, and ordinary people like them dared to walk around the streets when they heard that thieves had come to rob.

Far from the main street was a wide alley, very long, flanked by mostly deserted houses, but in the middle of it was a lighted room, which stood out against the darkness all around.

There was a wooden cart in front of the house, with a signboard, which was not uncommon here, and was mostly used to set up stalls to sell some food, and this one was obviously no exception, as can be seen from the few large characters on the signboard that had been weathered and looked a little blurred.

"Su Ji Cookcake!"

The stall was set up by an old man with a stooping body, with a kind demeanor, and he was almost old, and wrinkles had crawled all over his face, and even the eyes that were crowded together were cloudy.

At this moment, the old man was silently cleaning up his stall, as if he was a little surprised, and looked at the alley in the dark from time to time.

Thinking about it, the old man couldn't help but sigh, this world is really helpless, I haven't seen anyone come after waiting for so long, I'm afraid I have to close the stall in advance tonight.

Thinking about it, the old man grabbed the small rolling pin on the wooden table, rubbed the remaining flour on it with his rough hand, and then gently put it in the box on the side, only to find that there were dozens of rolling pins large and small in this box.

The old man's eyes lingered on the box for a moment, then he moved back to the wooden table, and began to put away the rolled bread again.

At this moment, a delicate voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Grandpa, are you going to close the stall?"

Hearing this, the old man's expression softened a lot, and he turned around to look at his granddaughter who came out of the house at some point, and nodded with a smile.

The little girl is wearing a cloth dress, with two ponytails, a pair of bright big eyes embedded in her clean face, and her cute face makes people can't help but want to go up and pinch it, don't say that the old man loves this granddaughter very much, and even some neighbors often praise the little girl's eyes are like beans, bright and bright, and even many people call the little girl Xiaodouzi, and the little girl seems to like this title very much, so she lets people call it so.

At this moment, seeing the old man nodding, Xiaodouzi obediently stepped forward to help, even if the old man said that it was cold outside, let her go back to the house to stay, Xiaodouzi pretended not to hear, and cleaned up the cake on the wooden table.

Seeing this, the old man smiled bitterly a few times, and had no choice but to give up, but the movements in his hands were obviously a little faster.

The already small stall was quickly cleaned up under the familiar actions of the grandfather and grandson, and after putting the last piece of dough into the box under the wooden cart, Xiaodouzi happily patted the flour on his hand and grinned at the old man.

"Grandpa, after cleaning up, let's go back to sleep!"

The old man nodded and rubbed his granddaughter's head dotingly, but just as the two of them were about to turn around and go back to the house, a sound of rustling footsteps suddenly came, causing the grandfather and grandson to look back at the alley.

As time passed, the footsteps became clearer, but it didn't take long for a figure to emerge from the darkness.

Dressed in tattered clothes, hunched over, his messy hair wrinkled in one place, like a beggar.

But what is surprising is that the beggar is wrapped in chains as thick as fingers, and behind the chains there is a tattered wooden coffin, which is quite terrifying.

Looking at the strange appearance of this beggar, Xiaodouzi seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly shrank behind the old man, his little hands dragging the corners of the old man's clothes, but he still stared at the beggar who walked towards the stall step by step with a pair of big eyes.

What she didn't see was that when the old man saw the beggar, his cloudy eyes shrank significantly, but he quickly regained his composure, and then patted the back of her hand lightly and whispered.

"Li'er, you go back to the house first, and grandpa will go back in a while."

Xiaodouzi wanted to say something, but seeing that the old man's face had a rare and firm look, she hesitated for a moment and nodded obediently, and then turned around and walked back to the house, but when she entered the door, she couldn't help but glance at the strange beggar, and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, and subconsciously pursed her mouth and looked towards the old man.

But the old man continued to stand as if nothing had happened, quietly watching the beggar come step by step, dragging the coffin to a stop in front of the stall.

"Hanako, the old man's stall has been collected, if you want to eat cakes, come back tomorrow."

The old man said something lightly, but the beggar stood motionless as if he hadn't heard, his head bowed, his face obscured by his messy embroidered hair.

The strangeness of the beggar made the old man frown, but he still didn't make any extra movements, let alone say a word, but the hands that he habitually carried on his back naturally fell down at the moment.

After a long time, the beggar suddenly moved, turned his head suddenly, his long hair fell out, just revealing that skinny face, and what was even more terrifying was the pair of eyes that only left the whites of his eyes, staring wide, with the unconsciously raised arc of his mouth, people couldn't help but wonder if he would be a ghost!

Xiaodouzi has been watching the situation here, and at this moment, when he saw the beggar revealing his true face, he was so frightened that he exclaimed.

"Ahh

However, when the blind beggar heard this, he sneered a few times, opened his mouth, and asked the old man in a hoarse and sharp voice.

"Old man, Hanako is not here to ask for food today!"

The old man frowned, and was about to ask a question, but at this moment, an ethereal voice floated from the darkness, as if a baby was singing a nursery rhyme, accompanied by the sound of rattles, with bursts of echoes.

"Gold chains, silver chains, buy a chain and give it to the doll...... Hahahaha......"

The sharp laughter was like a ghost's wail, and people couldn't help but feel a chill in their backs, and the little bean who was standing in front of the door immediately hid in the house in fear, but the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, so he had to hug the door frame tightly, and poked out half of his head to stare at the old man worriedly.

The old man also looked into the darkness at this time, and after a while, a dwarf less than four feet tall, but with a middle-aged face, jumped out with a rattle.