The house was settled, and the old man quickly found a group of people to clean it, and spent an afternoon cleaning up the whole house, as if it were new.

Before leaving, the old man looked at Feng Yuan and said solemnly: "Remember at night, don't open anyone who knocks, don't pay attention to any sound you hear, don't go to the house in the back, you're fine, I'll come to see you tomorrow morning!"

After saying that, the old man left, Zhang Fatzi watched the old man leave, and said to Feng Yuan: "How do I feel so panicked!"

"That's you cowardly!" Feng Yuan looked at Zhang Fatzi and said, "Let's go, it's getting dark, let's go eat!"

"Eh, this is good!" Zhang Fat Man was suddenly overjoyed and hurriedly went outside.

......

When I came back from dinner, it was already more than nine o'clock in the night, Feng Yuan returned to the door of the house, pushed open the door and went in, it was pitch black inside, and only a little shadow of the building inside could be vaguely seen by the moonlight.

In this era, there are no electric lights, only candles can be lit, Feng Yuan walked into the house by the moonlight, found candles and fire sources in the house, and put them on the table in the hall where he entered, which was prepared for him by the old man, the old man not only let people clean up the house, but also prepared all the necessities of Feng Yuan's life, very kind, just like staying in a hotel.

A few candles were lit, and the room was lit up, but it was still very dim, after all, it was not a modern electric light, and the light was limited.

Feng Yuan sat on the edge of the table, poured a glass of water and drank it, rested against the table, he had eaten too much with Zhang Fat Man just now, he was a little panicked, and he was a little sleepy, but he hadn't taken a bath yet.

Feng Yuan didn't take a bath and slept uncomfortably, so he decided to take a break and then go take a bath.

About half an hour or so, Feng Yuan felt almost, so he walked towards the outside of the courtyard, because this was ancient times, it was impossible to have any water heater shower head to take a bath or something, Feng Yuan was too lazy to boil water to take a bath, it was summer, and it was most comfortable to take a cold shower.

There was a well in the courtyard, which was used for washing, cooking, and drinking water, Feng Yuan walked to the well, stripped naked, and then picked up the wooden bucket next to him and threw it into the well to draw water for a bath.

The weather is hot, the well water is cold, and it is very comfortable to fall on the body.

"It's so cool, no, I'm going to build a small swimming pool here another day, take a bath at night, how comfortable!" Feng Yuan said secretly while washing, his eyes casually looked at the second side of the house.

At this look, Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment, because he found that there was a red fire on the side of the second entrance to the house, which was not very bright, but it could be seen.

"How can there be a fire? There's no one living in that place?"

Feng Yuan secretly said in his heart, looked at it carefully, and found that the firelight had disappeared.

"Dazzled?" Feng Yuan thought secretly, rubbed his eyes, and looked at it again, there was still nothing when he entered the house for the second time.

Feng Yuan didn't think much about it, because his mind was now full of things about writing novels, and it was the king to hurry up and take a shower and then write novels.

After a while, after taking a shower, Feng Yuan went back to the house, the weather was hot, Feng Yuan was too lazy to get dressed, so he put on a pair of shorts, and then sat in front of the desk, lit a few candles, and looked a little brighter, and then took out the four treasures of his study, spread them on the table, grind the ink, pick up the pen, and began to write.

Although Feng Yuan was a street gangster in his previous life, he was different from other street gangsters, Feng Yuan was a literate street gangster, after all, being a gangster was forced, and Feng Yuan wanted to be a cultural person in his bones, so he liked to go to the library to read books in his spare time, write and draw at home, although it was not particularly good, but it was not bad, so he grabbed a brush, and he was not a stranger, and he was also comfortable writing.

"Since Xiuzhen Xianxia's book is so popular, then I'll copy a copy of the popular Xianxia, and copy a copy of "Covering the Sky"!" Feng Yuan grabbed the pen and thought for a while, and then began to write.

The book is also one of Feng Yuan's favorite online novels, the plot of the Nine Dragons coffin in the place where Mount Tai is sealed is still vivid, and it deeply shocked Feng Yuan, especially the first two million words, it is absolutely amazing, Feng Yuan has read it several times, the only regret is that it is too watery in the later stage, a little collapsed, a little pity, but it is okay.

While thinking about it, Feng Yuan wrote it at the same time, although it was impossible to write it exactly the same, but Feng Yuan still remembered the basic plot, and wrote it out for eight or nine or ten.

This writing was out of control, Feng Yuan himself forgot the time, and wrote until the paper was gone, and Feng Yuan realized that he had written a thick stack, at least 20,000 words.

"I'm tired!"

Feng Yuan put down his pen, looked at the written manuscript, nodded very satisfied, then put it down, stood up, moved his muscles and bones, sat for too long, his shoulders, neck and waist were extremely sore, at this time, it would be good if he had a horse to kill a chicken.

"At this point, the Qinglou should be opened, right?" Feng Yuan thought to himself, his face instantly showed a look of obscenity, but thinking about the hundreds of dollars in his hand, if he wanted to go to the Qinglou, the entrance fee was not enough.

"Forget it, go to bed first, work hard to earn money, the goal is to contract the entire Qinglou!" Feng Yuan muttered to himself with an obscene face, and then turned around and prepared to go to bed, he didn't go to the study to write a book just now, he wrote it directly in the bedroom, so as soon as he turned around, there was a bed behind him.

"Wow!"

Feng Yuan turned around and was suddenly startled, because there were two fist small red balls floating on the bed, like two small lanterns, which frightened Feng Yuan to retreat again and again, and directly hit the chair behind him.

But Feng Yuan looked again, and the little red ball disappeared, and there was nothing.

"Dazzled?"

Feng Yuan frowned slightly, looked at the bed carefully, there was nothing, only two candles lit on the side of the bed, one left and one right, red, exactly the same as the two little red balls just now.

Feng Yuan suddenly understood, he was indeed dazzled just now, he should have seen the reason for the flames of these two candles just now, these two flames were more dazzling, causing his eyes to look at other places in an instant, he would not be able to react, and there would be firelight and shadows in his eyes, but they would soon return to normal, so why did the two little red balls disappear in an instant just now.

"Sleepy, Broken Sleep!"

Feng Yuan immediately lay on the bed and closed his words, a thick tiredness quickly came up, and Feng Yuan's consciousness quickly blurred.

When he was about to fall asleep, Feng Yuan suddenly remembered that this place was haunted, and he planned to go to the back yard to have a look, but he was too sleepy, so he would go again tomorrow night.

Soon, Feng Yuan completely lost consciousness and fell asleep directly.

I don't know how long I slept, but at this time, all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, very light and brittle.

"Giggles"

"Giggles!"

It was like someone was hitting the wood with the middle knuckle of the back of his hand, Feng Yuan on the bed was in a daze, he heard it a little, but he didn't respond, he continued to snore, hugged the pillow and fell asleep.

"Feng Yuan, are you sleeping?"

At this time, at the door, a woman's soft voice came in......