"What's going on?" Xingzi shook his head with a worried look on his face, "I have a cup of tea, but I didn't hear anything, we... Should we go in and look for it?"
Maybe it was the matter of the sky and the earth that shocked the three mortals in the car, so that they, Xue Xian and the others, listened to them obediently. It's just that after all, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and who can tell what danger will happen during this time.
Hearing this, Xue Xian frowned, stretched out his hand and flicked his waist, and said, "Bookworm, why are you silent for a long time?"
These mortals have already gone to heaven, are they afraid of going to hell? So he looked for Jiang Shining without any scruples.
But it is strange to say that since the elder sister and brother-in-law were kidnapped into this ghostly deserted village, Jiang Shining didn't even probe his head, he really didn't look like him.
"bookworm?"
"… "
"Jiang Shining?"
"… "
As soon as the name came out, Uncle Chen, Sister Chen and Xingzi, who were anxious and restless in the car, suddenly looked over.
"Young Master Jiang... What did you call Young Master Jiang?" Sister Chen asked with a trembling voice.
Xue Xian casually said "um", opened his pockets in confusion and glanced at it.
Great, empty.
Jiang Shining had long since disappeared.
Xue Xian looked up at the barren village with a blank face - Jiang Shining, the idiot, couldn't help it, and ran away with Xuan Min while the chaos was running.
The sky gradually brightened. In the early morning, the water vapor was heavy, Yin was cold and humid, and the entire village was shrouded in a vast white fog. Only the outlines of some barren houses could be seen, dark and shadowy.
"Where's Lu Twenty-seven?" Xue Xian asked without looking back.
Inside the carriage, Lu Twenqi answered quietly, "Where are you, what's the matter, talk."
His tone sounded rather helpless, just because he was being sandwiched between two big quails, the shivering Uncle Chen on the left, and the grumbling sister-in-law on the right. The husband and wife probably regarded him as a person, and did not dare to touch Xue Xian, so they huddled beside him, feeling that this would be more reassuring.
"Can you figure out what that bald... Xuanmin is doing now?" Xue Xian asked, staring at the mist.
"I can try." Lu Tianqi paused, then said, "But I have to find something that the monk just touched."
Just as Xue Xian was about to speak, Lu Tianqi added, "The carriage is too big to use."
"..." Xue Xian stopped after hearing this, thought for a moment in silence, then turned his head and stretched out a paw into the car, "Can I use my hand?"
Lu Twenty-seven: "..."
Xingzi: "… "
Something wasn't quite right anyway... and maybe something wasn't right.
"You can't do anything alive, you can only detect dead objects." Lu Twenqi was never afraid of Xue Xian, nor was he afraid of being beaten. He said without hesitation, "If you sacrifice, I'll do the math."
Xue Xian sneered and turned around to ignore him.
At this time, there was a quarrel in a large house in the already deserted Wen Village.
This is a small two-story building, with two buildings in the front and the back, connected by a long corridor, forming a square courtyard. I don't know what was planted in the courtyard. At this time, only half-height vines and weeds were left. A dead old tree. The windows of all the rooms are rotten, the paper has long been torn, and the wind in the hall is whimpering and crying non-stop, making one's scalp numb.
The quarrel came from the east room on the first floor of the front building, which was the only room without wind.
"Didn't you say it's right to listen to you?! It's good, you can't even walk out!" A hoarse man's voice sounded, his voice full of complaints.
"Otherwise? Continue to walk forward, are Uncle Liu, Scissors, and Little Rock still alive?!" Another voice replied, "There is still a room here to keep out the rain, what happened when you picked up the fungus this morning? Didn't you open your mouth to complain?!"
At this time, there were several people dressed as beggars in the east room. All of them were unkempt, and it was not when the clothes were put on. They had never been washed, and they exuded a sour smell. It's just that in this room, this smell is not the only one, in this sour and rotten smell, there is also a strong bloody smell.
The man with the hoarse voice stopped abruptly at his wrists. He had no palms, and the skin on his wrists had been smoothed out. It could be seen that his hands had been broken for several years or even more than ten years.
There was a fire in front of the broken hand, and on the top of the fire was a broken casserole, which was bubbling. Broken hand muttered a few words, picked up the wild vegetable leaves piled on the side with his wrist, and threw them into the pot, "So what if I have something to eat, I don't know if I can keep it..."
"Anyway, if you don't eat, you won't be able to stay