"Huo Xiang?" Wan Yanjing whispered.

“……”

The fragmented thoughts came to an abrupt end.

After a long time, Yan Jing heard Huo Xiang squeeze out a few words from between his teeth with his back to her.

"Wan Yanjing? Hehe, you're here too, it's good, it's good! ”

not only called her by her name, but also gritted her teeth when she spoke.

"Stay away from me, I don't need you to save me, I'm not rare......"

Wan Yanjing looked at the man in the robe vigilantly, suspecting that what she was talking to just now was an illusion or some kind of ghost that could be disguised, not Huo Xiang's real person.

Huo Xiang had been kneeling on the futon for several hours, maintaining this strange posture motionless, with only facial muscles left in his body for him to control.

He knelt tired, hungry, and exhausted, and could barely hold on.

If it weren't for Wan Yanjing's woman, he wouldn't have fallen to this.

It's all her fault, it's so hateful!

Hey, why is that woman silent?

It's not going to be gone, is it?

The woman wished he was dead, so it didn't seem strange that he had left......

Huo Xiang's various emotions and chaotic memories fluctuated in his mind, one moment angry, one moment fearful, one moment aggrieved, and one moment sad......

He clasped his hands together and stared intently at the strange idol, unable to blink or move.

Seeing his SAN value declining, Huo Xiang couldn't help but shed two lines of mournful noodle tears.

"Why don't you make a sound, are you really leaving? Ah Mi I was wrong, come and save me, woo, I want to go home. ”

Wan Yanjing clenched Sanjiu, keeping her gaze limited to a square area, and walked slowly towards the robe man, her position gradually parallel to the futon, so she took two more steps and came to the front of the robe man.

Looking upwards a little bit, Wan Yanjing's left hand lightly rested on Sanjiu's blade, in case he would not get lost when he saw something wrong.

Inside the robe was a short set of green clothes, which was the same as the one Huo Xiang wore before going to bed.

Looking up again, the chin, mouth, and nose are all Huo Xiang's appearance, there is nothing abnormal except for the redness of his eyes, and his long black hair is scattered.

It's just that compared with Huo Xiang in the past, his expression at this time is too rich.

The wide robe is covered with a pear blossom with a big skeleton beauty crying in the rain, which is a cold and unattainable face, but at this time it is embarrassed, with a bag of tears in her eyes, and she looks at the statue behind Yan Jing sadly, sad like a child.

"Poof!"

Wan Yanjing smiled untimely, and quickly held back under Huo Xiang's angry gaze.

She condescendingly blocked Huo Xiang's sight, quickly waved her knife and picked off the robe on Huo Xiang's body, and then kicked him over and fell to the ground, out of the futon.

The whole set of movements is simply neat and done in one go.

Huo Xiang fell heavily to the ground, but it was really useful, without the weird robe on his body, his hands and feet could move.

At the moment when Huo Xiang was kicked down, Wan Yanjing realized that something was wrong.

Even if she was facing away, she could still clearly feel the cold gaze behind her, a pair of eyes, and there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes, fierce and cold-blooded, nakedly locking her.

The flames of the candlesticks and the dense tablets were violent, as if carrying the wrath of the netherworld.

The ghost cried wolf, the poetry was sung, and an invisible resonance was set off in the air, and the bones of Wan Yanjing's whole body creaked, and he might be shattered in the next second.

"Run, run, run!!"

Wan Yanjing roared, pulling Huo Xiang, who was stumbling, towards the door of the hall.

The door of the hall was not locked, Wan Yanjing kicked it open, and the two of them quickly closed the door after they went out.

The ghost sound Sanskrit was locked in the door, and outside was a silent alley.

The moment the door closed, the black folding door turned red, and in the center of the top was a pitch-black plaque like elsewhere, but the words on the plaque in front of me could be seen clearly.

"Stone Lady Immortal."

The crooked three words, the ugly one, when the child first learns words, it is at this level.

But what shocked Wan Yan Jing was that these three words were not ancient characters, but the current fashionable seal body.

The two gasped for breath and helped each other out.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

Wan Yanjing and Huo Xiang looked at each other and asked questions almost at the same time.

After a few breaths, Huo Xiang made a gesture of "please", then raised his sleeve expressionlessly and wiped it on his face, wiped off his snot and tears, and combed his scattered hair with his fingers.

Wan Yan Jing finished telling her story in a few words, including dead bodies, tombstones, coffins, etc.

"What about you, why are you just yourself, Lao Xu and Ergou? What the hell is this place? ”

Huo Xiang's eyes were a little resentful, he barely tidied up his appearance, but the previous crying and noisy social death scene was still constantly attacking the precious thing called "self-esteem", which made him want to pick out a castle with his toes.

"You slept in the carriage by yourself last night, and I, Lao Xu, and Diao Ergou slept in the temple."

Speaking of this, Huo Xiang paused, and Wan Yanjing, who couldn't wait for the next for a long time, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, urging:

"yes, and then what?"

Huo Xiang took a deep breath: "The temple is dirty and messy, there are insects and rats, I really can't sleep, I feel uncomfortable, and then I simply got up, and I plan to go to the car to ask if you have any insect repellent medicine bags." ”

"Then I found that only the horses were left at the temple gate to rest, our carriage was abducted by you, and a team of merchants colluded with you to commit the crime."

Hehe.

The corners of Wan Yanjing's mouth twitched, feeling that Huo Xiang was quite imaginative.

"So I hurried up, but when I really followed, I found that the carriage was gone, and the Liangyuan I had been following was a strange team of mourners."

"I followed that group to this city, and then my memories were blurred, and when I woke up, I knelt in the ancestral hall and became my grandson."

Wan Yanjing rubbed her chin thoughtfully: "It feels like we have strayed into the realm." ”

"Boundary?"

"Tan Chaozi, a scholar in the previous dynasty, once wrote a book "Travels in the Ten Directions", which tells the story of his accidental entry into a strange isolated island when he was studying in the north. At that time, it was a harsh winter in the north, and the snow was falling, but the isolated island where he woke up was a hot summer, and the trees were lush to cover the sky. He survived on the edge of the island for more than ten days, encountering the island's aborigines. ”

"The aborigines drank blood and were not civilized. They worshipped Tan Chaozi, who knew how to make tools and had martial arts, as a god, and set up a statue of the god for him to worship every day. Then one day, the aborigines inexplicably accused Tan Chaozi of being a false god, and they tied Tan Chaozi up and planned to sacrifice it to the real god. ”

In this way, Tan Chaozi really saw that god as a sacrifice. He killed the god, walked out of the realm, and returned to the normal world. ”

The more Huo Xiang listened, the more frowning he became: "This, this...... That sounds like a bullet cover. ”

Wan Yanjing nodded: "Yes, I always thought it was a curiosity book, but don't you think that the current situation we are in is a bit similar to the description of this book?" ”

Huo Xiang recalled the strange statue in the ancestral hall just now, and felt that the three views had been impacted: "It's not scientific, it's not scientific at all." ”

Wan Yanjing glanced at him, thinking to herself Are you qualified to talk about unscience, the most unscientific thing here is you.

She stretched out her left wrist to Huo Xiang and asked him to hold on, while her right hand held Sanjiu and walked forward.

Huo Xiang's gaze fell on the short knife Sanjiu, and he was a little shocked.

"Your knife is very good......"

His voice was drowned out by the sound of a huge bell that rang through the sky.

The sky was white, and a ray of light shone on the white stone pavement, reflecting the shadows of the two of them.

Noise and voices rang out from all corners of the palace, the red door was wide open, and the figures of palace figures dressed in conservative ancient clothes shuttled through the alleys.

Palace, alive!

Thank you for the end-, Brother Hu's daily recommendation votes, thank you for the end-Lao Tie's reward, you are the motivation for me to continue writing!

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