The fine wood carvings showed that Liu Chong was not the place where the fool lived, so he naturally didn't expect Jiang Shining and the others to appear in the house.
In fact, the place where he was staying was so quiet that he couldn't hear any vague human words. It is like a vacant mansion, with a deep courtyard, but it is silent.
"What the hell is this place?" Xue Xian muttered.
His current situation is a bit worrying. If someone else was left in such a quiet place, he would be able to walk around a few steps to see what was going on. However, Xue Xian couldn't. He was half paralyzed and couldn't walk.
The paper-like Uncle Xue simply spread himself out, drying the creases on his body, resting his hands on the ground, and danger Lang shook his head and admired the scene—
In addition to the room behind him, there are old vines on his left that are walking against the wall, and a tree that covers yin, with branches just sticking out from the top of the wall. On the right is the corridor and the courtyard wall. Through a narrow door, you can vaguely see a small garden inside the mansion.
Just looking at this corner, you can see that this is a well-decorated mansion, but if the most exquisite mansion doesn't even have a half-person figure, it will be a little scary.
Fortunately, Xue Xian is a master who has stabbed the sky, and no matter how scary the scene is, there is nothing scary in his opinion, just be careful to deal with it.
"The front is south, the back is north..." Xue Xian looked around and judged the approximate direction from the growth of moss on the slate, the direction of the old vines, and the direction of the house.
If I am not mistaken, his location is the northeast corner of this house.
Northeast corner…
Xue Xian "hiss": "It sounds familiar..."
If he was still in Master Liu's mansion, the northeast corner would be the house of Master Liu's youngest son, Liu Jin, who almost drowned.
The humming heard earlier also seemed to come from this direction.
Is there anything he's looking for here? !
Xue Xian jolted, sat up straight, held his breath and listened for a while, but he didn't hear a single sound, let alone such a special buzzing.
He swept away a piece of moss in front of him, pouted in disgust, and then lay down on the ground. This time, he finally heard a very slight movement. But the strange thing is that this movement is suddenly near, suddenly far away, and there is always no fixed point.
In addition, it is so small that it is almost impossible to capture it. This way of flirting and running, and flirting and running again, made Xue Xian extremely impatient. After listening to it for a while, his temper came up.
It's a pity that with this body made of broken paper, he couldn't turn it even if he wanted to.
Just when he was quite agitated, a gust of wind suddenly slipped in through the perforated window at the base of the wall. The wind in winter is somewhat strong no matter how small it is. Xue Xian, who was used to borrowing from Dongfeng, naturally would not miss this opportunity. Immediately, he unfolded the cardboard and caught the wind.
In the blink of an eye, he was stirred up by the wind.
Xue Xian took the opportunity to grab a tendril on the old vine, and with three or two strokes, he turned himself up the tree that covered Yin.
The tree's waist was straight, and apart from the branch sticking out of the wall, there were not many cluttered branches, so Xue Xian borrowed the east wind for this trip.
The paper is light and thin, and it is easy to float down when hanging on a branch, and it does not take precedence in the field of vision.
So Xue Xian also made a big move to change the living person, and in the slight wind, he suddenly changed back to his original state. Holding the trunk in one hand and the horned branch in the other, he sat firmly on the wall.
Under the light of the sky, his brows became clearer and more beautiful. His dark eyes were like two ponds of cold water. Under a thin layer of water mist, there was a sharp and arbitrary charm.
The first thing he did when he sat up was to look out of the courtyard wall.
After taking a glance, Xue Xian turned his head expressionlessly again, stared at the courtyard wall for a moment, and then turned to look outside the wall.
After going back and forth a few times, Xue Xian's expression finally had a crack, like a frozen white porcelain.
"… "
How the hell does it look exactly the same inside and outside the wall? !
Xue Xian felt that the fun was a bit big.
If the expectations are good, he probably encountered a ghost hitting the wall.
It was the first time in his life that a ghost hit the wall and dared to hit him.
But this thing won't come down for no reason, there must be a reason. Xue Xian recalled the previous events, and only thought of the "drawing the river into the sea bureau" mentioned by Xuan Min's bald donkey.
Could it be that this Feng Shui Bureau has messed up something, and they have gone crazy when they disagreed, and brought them all in
So, there is no sound in this mansion. Is it because of the influence of ghosts hitting the wall, or is it really just a matter of time