The summer cicada hissed loudly, and the people who called were a little irritable, and Meng Ran in the broken temple walked around a little bored, wanting to soothe the restlessness in his heart.

Geng Huyuan, who was lying down and resting, asked, "Young Master, did you take care of the wounds on my body?"

"Huh?" Meng Ran was a little dazed, walked up to Geng Huyuan, and asked again, "Uncle Geng, what did you just say?"

"Did you take care of the wounds on my body?" Geng Huyuan raised his finger and pointed to the bandage on his body.

"It's not me..."Meng Ran was a little ashamed, "I..."

Looking at Meng Ran's hesitation, Geng Huyuan asked with some curiosity, "Then has anyone else stayed here except the young master?"

"Yes, there's one. Dressed in black, he should have done it. ”

"What about the others?"

"Gone. ”

"Gone?"

Meng Ran hummed, and then explained: "His name is Lu Shen." ”

"Lu Shen, what a strange name. ”

Meng Ran thought silently, yes, the land sinks, the land sinks without water, it is for seclusion, but it does not match that person; looking at his situation, he is not a hermit or a buried person; he is not an ignorant and obsessive person. Then there is only one possibility, Lu Shen's name is either nonsense, or the country has fallen to the enemy......

Thinking of this, Meng Ran was in a cold sweat, he involuntarily clenched his fists, and his face was a little indescribably serious.

"Young Master?" Seeing that Meng Ran hadn't spoken for a long time, he just looked very nervous, and couldn't help shouting in a low voice.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with the young master?"

"It's okay..."

"Then help me up, and let's go find something to eat together. ”

Meng Ran nodded, didn't say much, just gently helped up Geng Huyuan, the two cleaned up in the temple, and after taking the only robes, they also went out of the broken temple together.

When the two went out, they found that the sun was already high overhead, and the dew in the woods had long since disappeared under the sunlight, leaving only a wave of heat to hover among the trees.

"Young Master, where is the water?"

"Here, follow me. ”

After the two of them left the temple gate, they went to the waterhole where Meng Ran fetched water, cleaned it, and walked to the place where the carriage overturned yesterday, where there was dry food and the corpse of Lao Song.

There were ancient trees, and although the sun was shining, the woods were still a little dim, and the two of them staggered forward one foot high and one foot low.

After walking for a long time and turning several times, the two finally walked the right way.

If it weren't for the experienced subordinate of Geng Huyuan, I am afraid that Meng Ran would get lost in this wood, and he might starve to death in it.

From afar, they saw the horse that had drawn the cart, lying motionless on the ground, presumably dead, and a mess around it, with many broken planks and bits of cloth, and all sorts of things that had fallen to the ground, baggage, long knives, and a few books.

The two of them hurried to the side of the carriage.

At this time, Lao Song's face was dark and blue, and his skin was pale, thinking that he had been soaked by last night's rain all night. There were countless mosquitoes flying around him, Meng Ran had never seen such a scene, and he almost vomited on the spot.

Geng Huyuan pulled him aside, and didn't say anything to appease him, just patted him on the shoulder.

In Meng Ran's stupid time, Geng Huyuan collected the things scattered all over the place, ignored those useless objects, just took the dry food and the long knife, and then walked to Meng Ran's side.

After Meng Ran's mood stabilized, the two of them gnawed on the soaked dry food under the tree.

Meng Ran couldn't swallow it a little, but he just held it in his hand and refused to put his mouth down.

Geng Huyuan smiled and persuaded: "Young master, let's eat some, now we can't go to the village and the store, let's fill our stomachs first, otherwise we can only go hungry." ”

Meng Ran nodded, endured the uncomfortable feeling, and ate in small bites.

When the two of them were six or seven minutes full, they got up one after another, ready to dig a pit and bury Lao Song.

There is no tool to take advantage of, so the excavation process is a little slow, after more than half an hour of hard excavation, a two-foot wide, more than seven feet long, depth of the pit began to take shape.

The two of them used the curtain of the carriage and the cloth of the baggage to reluctantly wrap Lao Song's body in a coffin, and then gently carried it into the earthen pit.

Then the bulldozing began.

After a long time, there was a not very tall mound in the shade of the trees and in the grass.

In front of the mound, there stood a simple tombstone, but a wooden plank was inserted diagonally, bare on it, and there was no inscription.

Meng Ran and Geng Huyuan stood there with solemn expressions.

The two of them each muttered to themselves, saying what they wanted to say to Lao Song.

"Old Song, I was forced to be helpless today, so I had to settle you here first, and you should have a good rest. If I can come back, I will definitely take you home, and I won't let you be a lonely ghost, so you can wait for me......"

"Uncle Song, I'm sorry, I failed to protect you, please forgive me, I have avenged you, please rest in peace, I will definitely comfort your family and will not let them suffer......"

The two chattered for a while, and then left with those useful things.

After walking a distance of more than ten zhang, the two of them had already gotten on the post road, and at this time, there were no cars and horses, and there were no figures.

At this time, it was already dusk, and this afternoon was busy with the funeral of Lao Song.

As the sun set, the golden sunlight sprinkled on the earth, Meng Ran looked at Geng Huyuan with inquiring eyes, and then the two looked at each other, turned into the woods with a tacit understanding, and walked towards the mountain temple where they rested last night.

Before the last rays of the sky dissipated, the two of them could already see the ruined ancient temple not far ahead.

In the twilight, the ancient temple stood alone in the woods, I don't know what year and month the temple was built, but I think it was some years, there were a few weeds on the roof, which were already a little yellow, and the tiles on the eaves had fallen into twos and threes, revealing the wood below, which had rotted a little under the erosion of wind and rain, and a few shriveled mushrooms had grown on it.

Although this place is a mountain temple, it always looks a little eerie and terrifying from the outside, and there is an indescribable depressing feeling inside the gate of the black hole.

The two glanced at each other and entered the temple gate one after the other.

In the dimness, listening to each other's breathing, through the broken window, you can also see the undulating trees outside and the outline of the mountains in the distance.

"Young master, my husband is hot, you can find a place to sit. ”

"Okay, thank you Uncle Geng. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

The sound of 'popping' sounded in the dim darkness, it was Geng Nursing Yuan using flint.

With a 'poof', a spark fell on a ball of hay, and at the same time a small flame rose in the temple, followed by a faint cloud of green smoke.

"Okay, young master, let's make a fire together. After adding a few pieces of firewood, when the flame was even stronger, Geng Huyuan beckoned Meng Ran to roast the fire together to keep warm.

"Yes. ”

Meng Ran slowly sat down beside the fire, watching the rising flames and watch every beat of the flames.

Soon, all the darkness in the ruined temple was dispelled, and the temperature gradually rose, driving away the coldness of the night and the inexplicable fear.

Meng Ran crossed his arms on his knees, his chin rested on the back of his hand, and his eyes stared at the flames. The afternoon's labor and the beating flames made him sleepy, and in a few moments his eyelids slowly drooped.

Sleepiness came quietly like night, swallowing Meng Ran little by little, he heard the sound of the breeze blowing through the branches, he heard the sound of birds chirping, he heard the sound of flames rising, he heard the sound of his own heartbeat......

When Meng Ran opened his eyes again, he woke up in his bedroom, and there was a figure not far away, it was his personal maid Xiaolian. He blinked, confused for a moment, and finally got up gently and came to the maid's side.

"Young Master, are you awake?"

"Huh? ”

"Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat. ”

Meng Ran touched his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, by the way, what time is it?"

"It's just after noon. The young master was a little uncomfortable last night, so he slept for a long time. ”

"Oh..."

Meng Ran was a little at a loss, everything was like the old Meng Mansion, all the people who had not changed, and those familiar scenery and furnishings.

He frowned in confusion, he really couldn't figure out what was going on. He didn't know if his self in the mountain temple was real, or if his current self was real, he didn't bother to think about it, shrugged his shoulders and accepted this strange phenomenon that was somewhat unbelievable.

After eating, he was eating in the house, and when he was walking, he suddenly had a strange feeling, a faint murderous aura and a vague smell of blood that permeated the surroundings.

He shook his head and said to himself, "It must be an illusion, let's go sleep first." He staggered his steps and went into the bedroom, where he covered the quilt and closed his eyes to rest.

He shifted several positions before he fell asleep, and in his sleep he heard a terrible howl and the muffled sound of knives entering flesh, which disturbed him, as if he were slashing at himself.

He opened his eyes and saw a pair of lifeless eyes staring at him, the first time he had been stared at by a dead man, and with an 'ah' he overturned the body to the ground and jumped from the bed to the ground.

The corpse lay quietly on the ground, blood running down the corners of her mouth, her mouth opening slightly, her dark lips shrinking back in fear.

"Sister Xiaolian, what's wrong with you, what's going on?"

Meng Ran held the female corpse and kept shaking, at this time he was no longer afraid, just anxiously asked, but unfortunately, the corpse could not speak.

After asking for a while, Meng Ran ran out of the courtyard barefoot, running around the entire mansion, all he saw was the corpses of everyone, he cried and screamed, and it was difficult to accept this reality.

"Young Master... Meng Ran!" An unfamiliar but familiar voice called him back, "Young Master, wake up!" someone shook his shoulder vigorously.

Meng Ran gasped for breath and jerked his head up from the back of his hand, he must have fallen asleep just now.

At this time, he saw the Geng Nursing Home beside him, his eyes were full of concern, and he looked at him worriedly.