"Click on it. Ling Jiang nodded, looking at the night outside the house, which was already getting dark, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

If he remembers correctly, when Uncle Nine came to the door today, it shouldn't have been noon, but looking at Uncle Nine's strange appearance, he must have known what was going on.

"In this way, Uncle Nine should have sent me the black charcoal sword before going to the sea to fish for drifters, and then he went to the sea. Could it be that Uncle Nine had already expected something bad to happen before he went to the sea?" Ling Jiang thought to himself.

At this time, Ya'er had already lit the lamp, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

"Childe, Ya'er will go and boil water for you to wash your feet. Ya'er walked up and asked.

"There's no hurry. Ling Jiang shook his head, "Is Uncle Jiu's house far away from us?"

"It's not far, but it used to take a quarter of an hour or so. Ya'er said, "Childe, why are you asking this?"

"Take me to Uncle Nine's house. Ling Jiang said.

Ya'er was a little surprised, "It's so late, and you still go to Uncle Nine's house?"

The seaside is not peaceful at night, so people in this area are generally not happy to go out at night.

"Hmm. Ling Jiang nodded, "There is an urgent matter." ”

Ya'er saw that Ling Jiang was very persistent in going to Uncle Jiu's house, so she didn't dare to say anything, "Son, wait outside the door, Ya'er go and light the lantern." ”

I saw Ya'er dig out a white paper lantern from the corner of the house. She lit the lantern, then extinguished the oil lamp, locked the door and Ling Jiang, and stepped into the night again.

Along the way, Ling Jiang also learned some of his life experience from Ya'er.

Pinghai Town, where he is located, is the most remote border town in Jiangling, if you want to go to Chang'an, you first have to cross the entire Jiangling, and then cross half of the Chang'an territory to reach Chang'an City, the road is long, Lingjiang is unimaginable.

Uncle Nine is his only uncle in Pinghai Town, and he is also an elder of their Ling clan who is still alive today. When he asked about his parents, Ya'er shook her head.

According to Ya'er, his parents left home when he was seven years old, and because they were worried that there would be no one to take care of him, they spent money to buy him a maid of the same age to take care of his daily life, that is, Ya'er.

As for Brother Rhubarb, he is Ling Jiang's playmate from childhood to adulthood, even if Ling Jiang has been reduced to a poor sour talent who can't be opened at home in recent years, Rhubarb has never disliked himself.

When Ling Jiang asked what other relatives and acquaintances he had in Pinghai Town, Ya'er still shook his head, there were no other relatives except Uncle Jiu, and as for acquaintances, it was Rhubarb, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Gu, who weaved cloth.

And Su Xiaoxiao, the daughter of Mr. Su of Pinghai Town School, is one of the best beauties in the town, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Because of her name Su Xiaoxiao, the people in the town are also nicknamed Little Fairies.

Because in the early years, Mr. Su and Ling Jiang's father worshiped as righteous brothers, so in terms of their generation, the little fairy also became Ling Jiang's righteous sister. At first, Lingjiang was admitted to show talent, and when he was famous, the little fairy would come to the house from time to time as a guest.

But in the past two years, he has basically disappeared, and even if he meets, he pretends not to see it.

After listening to Ya'er talk about his life experience, Ling Jiang couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the world is hot and cold.

He was suddenly glad that he had lost his memory and couldn't remember the previous events, otherwise if it dragged on for a few more days, Ling Jiang wouldn't dare to imagine what the fate of him and Ya'er would be.

The two walked for a while, and saw a courtyard next to a slightly remote wild forest.

The courtyard is very remote, and it looks very dark at night, there is no light in it, and I don't know if there is anyone in it.

Bang!

At this moment, a thunderclap exploded in the night sky, and Ya'er was so frightened that she covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes like a little rabbit, and her little face was close to Ling Jiang's chest.

Whew......

At the same time, the wind was so loud that his and Ya'er's clothes and hair couldn't stop dancing.

Ling Jiang hugged Ya'er and looked up into the night sky.

The lightning flashed, followed by a second thunderbolt.

Ya'er was even more frightened, her whole face was buried in Ling Jiang's arms, and she was pressed tightly, as if she felt a little cold, Ling Jiang found that Ya'er's body was trembling slightly, and he himself felt a chill coming.

Ling Jiang couldn't figure it out, how could the wind be cold in the weather in July and August?

Ling Jiang vaguely felt that someone seemed to be talking in the wind, and there were vague figures walking around him. And these figures all walked straight to the gloomy courtyard on the edge of the wild forest.

Ling Jiang even saw the glowing eyes on these figures!

Frightened, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes, and found that it was pitch black and there was nothing, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly scolded himself for being cowardly.

Whew......

The wind gradually stopped, and there was a mess in all directions, and the weeds around were blown to the ground, and the crops in the fields seemed to have been trampled by horses' hooves.

The wind stopped, and the thunder stopped, but Ya'er's body was still trembling.

Ling Jiang patted Ya'er on the back and said softly, "Okay, it's okay." ”

It was a long time before Ya'er let go of the little hand covering her ears, and her face was covered with horror.

"Childe, this is just ...... Is it going to change?" asked Ya'er in a whisper.

"It's just thunder, it's fine. Ling Jiang said, "Let's go, let's take a look at Uncle Nine and then go back." ”

"Hmm. Ya'er nodded again and again, if Ling Jiang wasn't still here, she couldn't wait to run home immediately.

Because of this strong wind, the lantern in Ya'er's hand has been extinguished, and in the dim moonlight, only a papier-mâché lantern with white flowers can be seen. For some reason, Ling Jiang suddenly felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He took Ya'er's hand and walked briskly towards the small courtyard in front of him.

The courtyard was very quiet, Ling Jiang inadvertently looked down, and found that on the ground in front of the courtyard door, there were footprints of different sizes, and these footprints were very strange, the toes were very deep, and the heels were very shallow, and he couldn't understand how to walk to step on such an imprint.

"Ah......h

"What's wrong?" Ling Jiang asked.

Ya'er trembled and pointed to the courtyard, not daring to say anything.

Ling Jiang followed the direction of her hand, and also felt a tingling of his scalp.

In this courtyard, there is a white silk!

At this moment, Ling Jiang took Ya'er's hand, and felt that her palms were overflowing with cold sweat, a little slippery, and her hands were also cold.

The wind had obviously stopped, but the white silk hanging in the yard was still floating, as if someone was fiddling with the white silk on it with their hands.

The quiet and gloomy courtyard was hung with this extremely dazzling white silk, which inevitably looked even more weird and gloomy.

"How can there be a white silk in Uncle Jiu's house, could Uncle Nine be a ......" Ling Jiang muttered in a low voice, realizing something serious, he hurriedly pulled Ya'er and rushed straight into the courtyard.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, the strange feeling came again.

Obviously there was no one around, but Ling Jiang felt that it was difficult to take a step, as if he was squeezing out a way in the crowd, and he heard someone whispering something in his ears, and his voice was chaotic, and he couldn't hear it clearly for a while.

Ya'er didn't expect Ling Jiang to pull her in, but at this moment she closed her eyes, didn't look at it, and ran forward with her head down.

"Hoo ......"

With such a short road of a few feet, Ling Jiang found that it was extremely long.

The two of them came to the door of the house, as if no one had lived in it for a long time, and the cobwebs had formed on the door panels. But at this moment, he is concerned about the safety of Uncle Jiu, and he can't care about anything.

Knock knock!

Ling Jiang knocked on the door hurriedly and shouted, "Uncle Nine, are you at home?"

Whew......

As his voice sounded, the wind rose again, but this time the wind was not as strong as just now, only slightly blowing white silk.

"Uncle Jiu, I'm Ling Jiang, you open the door. Ling Jiang found that no one answered, so he asked again, knocking on the door with his hand constantly.

He was really in a hurry, and the yard also made him feel uneasy.

He and Ya'er waited outside the door for a long time, but they never saw anyone open the door.

"Could it be that Uncle Nine has already gone?" Ling Jiang was afraid.

At this moment, a very heavy footstep sound came from behind the two, approaching him and Ya'er coldly, so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.