Cheng Wei said with a good air, "You asked me if I wanted to do it before you arrested me? If you asked me, 'I can't pay the money, can I do it with my work?', how do you know that I won't agree?"
The broken hand still wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the footsteps slowly going downstairs sounded again.
Everyone in the room was shocked, and they didn't dare to move.
"Dog, you are the closest to the door, close the door quickly!" One Eye said in a low voice.
A young man with a broken arm jumped up, ran over to close the door like a frightened bird, and whizzed back to the fire, staring at the closed door in horror.
"I heard it, I just heard it—" The one-legged beggar next to Gouzi moved to the side with his palm on the ground, and said softly, "This Wen village is haunted every year, and it is said that at the end of winter every year, In the deserted village, the sound of opera will suddenly be heard, gongs, drums and bangs will be heard far and wide at night, and there will be babbling operas... Oh, don't mention how scary it is."
"Yes, yes, and also, I also said that sometimes I accidentally entered the village, and when it was foggy, I couldn't get out of it."
"You can still hear people coughing, clapping, or laughing..."
The beggar was talking all over the place, and he was so frightened that he was shivering together. He was interrupted by the one-eyed blue face, and made a silent gesture to signal everyone to shut up.
The slow footsteps seemed to come out of a room upstairs, go down the stairs again, take a few steps in the hall, and seem to sit down on a chair. After a while, he seemed to get up again, walking slowly and procrastinously again.
The footsteps approached the east house little by little, became more and more clear, and finally stopped outside the east house door.
Everyone in the room opened their heads and stared at the door silently. The door is already rotten, and even if it is locked, it is estimated that it will collapse with two pushes, which really does not help.
Just when they were so frightened that their faces turned pale, a few coughs suddenly sounded outside the door. The cough was very empty, as if he was seriously ill, he coughed and gasped twice, and then shuffled towards the opposite room again.
call…
Everyone in the room let out a sigh of relief.
However, the opposite house squeaked and closed again, and footsteps moved slowly towards the east house again.
When the beggars were so frightened by the footsteps that their faces turned pale and cold sweat broke out, the people in the carriage beside the monument in Wencun were relieved at the same time-because they saw a figure appearing in the thick fog, the white monk's robe almost It merged with the white mist and flew up and down in the cold wind.
"Master! Master is out!" Xingzi called out, and Uncle Chen and Sister-in-law Chen in the car quickly let go of Lu Twenqi, climbed to the door, and looked at it, "Where are the young master and young lady? Are you back?"
They stared at Xuan Min's figure in the mist, but were disappointed to find that there was no second person by Xuan Min's side.
On the contrary, Xue Xian frowned slightly as he looked at Xuan Min's silhouette.
Xuan Min quickly passed through the thick fog and walked to the carriage.
"Master, haven't we found our young master and young lady?" Sister Chen and the others panicked and asked anxiously.
Xuan Min said: "I found the location, but I can't get close."
"Can't get close?"
Xuanmin gave an "um" and said again: "But—"
Before he said it, Sister Chen and the others plopped down and sat down, their eyes were red and they were about to cry.
However, Xue Xian silently squinted and squinted Xuan Min up and down, and asked without end, "When did you shave your hair to become a monk?"
Xuan Min turned to look at him, obviously not understanding why he suddenly asked such a sentence, "Since childhood, what?"
"Are you sure?" Xue Xian's tone was neither hot nor warm, nor did he reveal any emotion, "Don't you remember the past?"
Why did he suddenly ask this question
Just because the moment Xuan Min walked out of the fog just now, the silhouette of the figure was really similar to the figure at the end of the golden thread—the same white robe that flew over, the same tall and thin figure, and the same extraordinary ability...
The only difference is probably that there is a shadow of hair beside the face of the gold thread.
Chapter 49 The Great Good Man (4)
Although Xuan Min didn't know his intentions, he still replied: "I can remember a few scenes, some from my childhood."
I don't know if Xue Xian was too serious, or his tone was too unpredictable. After Xuan Min answered, he lowered his eyes again, his dark and calm eyes met Xue Xian's, and added, "I'm sure."
Since the questioning at the inn, Xue Xian has a deeper understanding of Xuan Min's spleen, or is more certain—