"Rub it, it's just two taels of silver!" The stars in the sky really don't look at this little size of silver. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Murong Bai poked the waist of the starry sky with his elbow and motioned for him to look to the side.

There is a two-person team hunting demon combination next to him, carrying a boar spirit one after the other to receive the reward.

The Taoist priest of Maoshan invited by the yamen had an earthy face, and after he inspected it, he waved his hand and asked them to quickly carry the boar essence away, and the Taoist priest shouted in a strange way: "It's you two who came to fish in the muddy water, and you actually took a real boar to receive the reward, are you blind!"

The crowd laughed.

The two blind guys still wanted to quibble, but before the leader of the team could speak, the demon hunter standing behind Murong Bai first opened his mouth and mocked: "Tsk, if it's a demon, the fangs are too small, and the hooves are invisible, how can it be a demon." Dude, it's better for you to carry the pork stall than to come here. ”

The most confusing thing about the sky is the usage of the ancient silver taels, besides, each dynasty has a conversion method for each dynasty, and I don't know how much a silver is worth here, so I had to quietly ask Murong Bai: "Then is our two taels of silver a lot?"

Murong Bai was not in a hurry to explain to him, and only asked him to follow him obediently.

Coming out of the square, walking 20 meters to South Street, there is a branch alley, and the alley is full of food stores on the left and right, some selling steamed buns and some selling soup noodles.

And there was a flood of people inside and outside each store, one after another, and the flow of people was ten times more than those in the square outside who received the demon hunting reward.

Murong Bai asked him to find a noodle shop at random to see the price of noodle soup, and followed a few farmers into the nearest noodle shop with a lot of anxiety, only to see three rows full of food signs hanging on the wall of the canteen in the store, among them: fresh meat noodles 30 yuan, mutton noodles 40 yuan.

The most expensive is a noodle called Fu Man Tang, which costs 55 Wen, just below the food sign of Fu Man Tang, and the store specially indicates that this bowl of noodles contains three kinds of meat: pig, beef and sheep.

Murong Bai said: "One tael of silver can be exchanged for 1,000 copper coins." ”

"A thousand Wen!!, wouldn't we still have a lot of money to spend on the family? Mantianxing's heart suddenly bloomed, he grabbed Murong Bai's hand, and shouted that he would go to the clothing store to buy clothes immediately.

He couldn't stand this stinky clothes anymore, if it weren't for the smell of Murong Bai's fairy coat, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to enter the door of the noodle shop.

Shabai Town clothing shop is not far from the food street, leave the alley and continue to walk down the avenue to a fork in the road.

In the fifty years since Murong Bai left, Shabai Town has been governed and developed very well, and the streets in the town are reasonably laid out and classified, no longer as mixed as before, let alone other towns, there is not even a square.

Looking at the current momentum, Shabai Town will develop into a city in less than twenty or thirty years.

Murong Bai looked as he walked, especially when he saw that the place where he met the tiger-faced monster back then had now become a part of the southern part of the square, and it was still very neat and clean, without dirt, although he was silent and calm, but his eyes still showed infinite joy intentionally or unintentionally.

When I arrived at the clothing street, I went straight to the men's clothing area and picked out a few clothes of different colors for myself.

Murong Bai also chose several sets of blue-green robes.

The price of a full set of clothes is not low, and the fabrics selected by Murong Bai are all of the best quality, and the two taels of silver in his hand are not left.

Mantian Xing is not worried about the lack of money, just wait for the next day to catch demons and receive rewards, the most urgent thing at the moment is to rush to Murong Bai's old mansion at the foot of Nanshan. He also thought that he would have a place to take a shower and change clothes as soon as he entered the door, so when he left the door of the clothing store, he hurriedly picked up Murong Bai and ran in the direction of Nanshan.

I really can't wait to hurry up and move with the sword now, but the Limu sword has been returned to Murong Bai, and he only has a spirit rope on his body, so he has no choice but to walk on foot.

Shabai Town is much bigger than before, Murong Bai went around left and right, and finally found the dirt road back to the foot of Nanshan Mountain, at this time the time was close to six o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark fast in winter.

While they were looking for their way, the townspeople who had been shopping before had gone home one after another.

Thousands of lights were lit up on the side of the street, but it was dark at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.

Murong Bai was anxious, how many times he prayed in his heart that there would be a gatekeeper in the old mansion, but when he looked at the place where the old mansion was located, there was no light and lifeless, and the closer he got to the foot of the mountain, the more heavy his heart became.

Exit the main road and turn right onto the small dirt road.

The small dirt road is covered with knee-high grass, while the thatch on both sides of the road grows more vigorously, reaching more than two meters high.

When the stars came here, they understood that the old mansion of the Murong Bai family had long been deserted.

The old mansion is always home, Murong Bai buried his head and continued to move forward silently, only two steps away, the two of them were stopped, it was a farmer who was hurrying to the town, the farmer shouted: "Two little brothers, are you going to hunt demons? If not, don't go to Nanshan during the curfew time!"

Murong Bai was stunned for a moment, he turned around and asked, "Why can't you?"

The farmer saw that Murong Bai had a delicate face and an elegant temperament, and he should look like an immortal cultivator, so he said happily: "There is a haunted house at the foot of Nanshan, it has been haunted for a long time, not to mention entering the mountain at night, even if it goes up during the day, most people have no return." I heard from the older generation that there was a ghost mother-in-law who ate people. ”

"Haunted House... Ghost mother-in-law..."Murong Bai read the words, and quickly recalled in his mind that there were only about a dozen employees in the family back then, and the oldest was only the housekeeper's mother-in-law, that is, his mother's sister Qian Meizi.

Murong Bai deeply remembered that when he died, Aunt Qian Meizi was not yet fifty years old, how could she be an old woman? Could it be that she waited until she died of old age and finally became a ghost?

Thinking of this, Murong Bai was so anxious that he only shouted to the farmer: "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Then he pulled out his legs and ran towards the old house.

The stars didn't have time to ask more, so they had to run desperately after him.

The farmer didn't know what was going on with these two people, looking at the background of their dissent, he kept shaking his head and sighing: "Tomorrow it's time for Daochang Zhao to collect the corpse, the young man is just vigorous." ”

The stars had long since run away, and the farmer could still be heard.

Along the path straight into the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the night is almost dark blue at this time, the night in the deep mountains is different from the town, there is no afterglow of the house lighting, there is no moon illumination, not to mention what the old house looks like, even stretch out your hand and don't see the five fingers.

Moreover, the temperature dropped several degrees compared to the day, the sky was full of stars, cold and scared, and he didn't know which direction Murong Bai was going, so he had to grope his way forward, shouting softly as he walked: "Brother Murong, where are you? I can't see you! Brother Murong ......"

After waiting for a while, Murong Bai still did not respond.

Thinking if his voice was too quiet, Murong Bai didn't hear it, so he took a deep breath, strengthened his courage, and raised his voice several times and shouted, "Brother Murong, where are you?"

After shouting, the stars listened to the movement ahead, and soon, there was finally a sound of rubbing clothes when walking in front of them.

Mantianxing breathed a sigh of relief and ran after the sound.

Suddenly, a stumbling stumble, the soles of his feet seemed to be tripped by something, and the whole person fell into the mud.

The starry sky instinctively raised his eyes to see something stumbling, only to see an old face full of deep wrinkles appear in front of him.