The butler steadily led the crowd to the end of the corridor, and they stopped in front of the high-footed village where the eaves disappeared.
Due to the structure of Gaojiao Village, the corridor cannot be built directly to the stairs of Gaojiao Village, so they must go through an open-air route to enter Gaojiao Village.
In normal times, he could use Xiao Huangben to summon the Eternal Soul Umbrella, but unfortunately, the Eternal Soul Umbrella was taken away by Shen Mizhi.
Or if the rain was a little lighter, walking in the past would be a walk in the rain, but now this pouring rain, things that are not covered by the rain will be drenched.
Or should I just... just go back
Xiao Li looked at the butler's back as he walked straight into the rain, and fell into contemplation.
"Butler Sun, don't you have an umbrella for us?" Luo Shan raised her voice and called out the housekeeper who was bleak in the rain in front of her.
The housekeeper stood in the rain, his voice mixed with the sound of rain drifting over: "I'll go get you umbrellas."
Wang Huai sighed: "No need, I have it here."
He took out three umbrellas from his task book. The colors of the three umbrellas were red, orange, and yellow. The umbrellas were not big, like the uniform configuration used by kindergarten children.
"It can only take ten minutes at most, otherwise the souls of the triplets will recover." Wang Huai warned everyone seriously, "Everyone squeeze and run over."
Ye Zeqing held up a small red umbrella and walked towards Xiao Li.
Xiao Li didn't move.
Ye Zeqing: "Don't go?"
Xiao Li suddenly turned his head: "Did you hear a voice?"
Ye Zeqing wouldn't be flustered if someone else showed such an expression, but it was Moriarty who was doing it in front of him, so he followed and listened carefully to the movements around him, and finally said, "No, it's raining too much. , I can't hear it at all, is it crying?"
"No," Xiao Li said, "it's another sound, a cough."
He added: "It's like an old man with phlegm in his lungs, terminally ill."
Xiao Li said and pulled Ye Zeqing to where he was standing, pointing to the pond opposite Gaojiaozhai.
I don't know if it was the psychological effect after being described by Xiao Li this time. Ye Zeqing only felt that he vaguely heard the voice described by Xiao Li: "cough, cough, cough."
It's just that the sound was washed away by the rain, and there was only the last echo left, so everyone could not be sure.
Wang Huai: "Since this voice is as irregular as the crying, let's go over first and see what Sun Yaoming is asking us to do."
He and Ye Lingshi squeezed under a small yellow umbrella and ran over quickly.
And Xiao Li was about to step into the rain when the purple umbrella flashed by in front of him.
Shen Mizhi held the umbrella steadily, with clean and strong knuckles, which looked particularly good against the dark purple handle.
Before Xiao Li gave a reaction, the young man said with a smile under the umbrella: "You won't like the dinner here. I brought you supper, but you can't eat too much."
Xiao Li walked under the purple umbrella, and the wide umbrella surface tilted in his direction again unexpectedly.
Ye Zeqing, who was left alone, hesitated to say anything, propped the little red umbrella on his shoulders, and enjoyed the umbrella alone.
…
When everyone arrived at Gaojiaozhai, the head of the Sun family had been waiting for a long time. Sun Qilin and three other middle-aged men were there. They were wearing dark green Tang suits with simple patterns embroidered on them. Tang Huaqing was sitting in one of the men with a gutter nose. Beside them, the two chatted happily over the wine and chatted vigorously.
"Hey," Wang Huai whispered in a voice that only they could hear, "Something happened to the old ghost of the Sun family."
Ye Zeqing: "How do you say?"
Wang Huai: "There are only six original chairs here. Now all the chairs waiting for us are temporarily moved over. The legs of the chairs have obviously been wet by the rain. Obviously, they did not intend to invite us to dinner. They changed their minds temporarily because the situation at home was out of control, and it was very serious. For these stubborn old ghosts who have never entered the dungeon, the rise and fall of the family is greater than the survival of reality."
"And now, we have been invited temporarily, and their attitude is not lukewarm, which shows that the referee has given them a solution, but Sun Yaoming doesn't want to stand in line so early, he hasn't made a decision yet, he wants us to intervene. , or choose the court directly."
Before Wang Huai's words were finished, the old ghost of the Sun family saw him and tapped the wooden seat with his thumb wearing a jade ring: "Wang Huai, I haven't seen you for a few days, I really grew up. "
Wang Huai: "Uncle Sun praises it."
A few of them complimented each other, Xiao Li sat at the end, staring at the food on the table.
No wonder Shen Mizhi would say that he didn't like to eat it. The pot of vegetables closest to him was a fried grasshopper. It was so close to Xiao Li that he could even see the fine hairs on the grasshopper's legs...
Even with the exception of these few fried insects, the other dishes were full of color, flavor, and flavor, and Xiao Li completely lost his appetite—
Or eat your boyfriend's love bento.
Xiao Li fell into silence, and only greeted him symbolically when Wang Huai introduced him, and he kept drinking the drink in the cup until Shen Mizhi pressed the mouth of his cup and poured the rest of the drink into his own. I changed him to warm tea.
Their actions in private did not attract the attention of others. Wang Huai over there was arguing with Sun Yaoming, and he had successfully brought the topic to the recent "strange noise" of the Sun family.
Wang Huai didn't use a cry to describe it. Instead, he used a strange voice to imply that the other party already had some information.
But the old ghost of the Sun family is as steady as a rock. His face has always kept a smile on his face, leaving three points of leeway. He only said that the help of the reincarnators is not needed for the time being. The Sun family can handle their own affairs, but if necessary, he will definitely To visit.
Wang Huai hinted several times, but it was never successful.
The rain outside Gaojiaozhai is heavier.
The dinner party dispersed, but this time Steward Sun did not lead the way, so he had to stay and instruct his servants to clean up the mess.
Most of the corridors have lights on in the main road, but there are still some corners where the lights are broken, or not installed at all, so the speed of everyone walking is not fast, but there is a feeling of walking under the eaves.
The lamps here are not incandescent lamps hanging on the roof, but moody night lamps, some are installed under lotus leaves, some are installed on tree trunks, as usual, this must look very elegant, but in this case it is very likely On a haunted rainy day, it's not so beautiful.
This kind of night light that is not very bright makes it more faint in the dark night, and every time the wind blows, it can bring out a little black shadows that rub against each other, which is disturbing.
Wang Huai was at the forefront, discussing external affairs with Gong Mingming and communicating with foreign samsara.
Xiao Li stood side by side with Shen Mizhi and landed at the end.
He didn't speak at first, he wanted to ask Shen Mizhi what he bought, but just before he asked this sentence, he suddenly looked up in the corner—
"What's wrong?" Shen Mizhi asked.
Xiao Li looked at the corner hesitantly, and finally said, "I seem to have seen a dark shadow."
He used the word "as if" and it was straight to the point for him.
But it was a very mysterious feeling just now, like a shadow on the retina quickly passing by. This is probably the illusion caused by the light problem, so I can't be sure.
Shen Mizhi glanced over there again: "There is nothing."
Xiao Li retracted his gaze and walked forward.
To get back to the guest room from Gaojiaozhai, they still have a long winding road to go.
The sound of rain outside the corridor was still the same, and the water level of the pond in the Sun family's house rose more than a little bit.
Just as everyone was walking in the rain, there was a certain voice mixed in and gradually approaching them.
"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh..."
Because of the sound of rain, the sound was very inconspicuous. When its volume increased to a certain level, it was only heard by everyone.
Wang Huai retracted his steps, leaned his back against the wall, and said vigilantly, "The coughing sound is getting closer."
"Cough, swoosh, cough, swipe..."
If it was said that the rain was mixed with the coughing sound before, then now the coughing sound is mixed with the sound of rain, and everyone has been able to hear the source of the coughing sound.
It was obviously made by a male, his voice was thick, not thirsty, but a wet cough full of old phlegm, the cough was piercing, as if the next second would be suffocated by coughing, but every time it arrived At a peak, its owner will always slow down the speed of coughing and slow down again.
"It's approaching us." Ye Zeqing quickly took out a stack of yellow paper from his coat pocket and held it in his palm, "It's getting closer, it's getting closer—"
The cough was still in my ears.
This time, in addition to these very uncomfortable coughs, there were long sighs.
Just like a patient, knowing that his life is not long, he let out the last sigh of his life, and coughed uncontrollably: "Hey... cough cough cough cough... hey..."
When this last sigh sounded, Roshan got goosebumps, because it was already in her ears!
Like this sick ghost, coughing into his own ear!
At this time, the yellow paper in Ye Zeqing's hand suddenly folded, and pointed to the corner of the corridor ahead—
Under the night light of peony flowers at the corner, a hunchbacked shadow slowly came over.
It was an old man bent over, with wrinkles all over his face, and his back was hunched over. He covered his mouth with one hand, coughing non-stop, walking towards the reincarnators, talking to himself. He whispered: "Cough, my illness is getting worse and worse, you say, why is it only me who has this disease?"
At first it was just an intermittent complaint, but soon, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes changed:
"If, if you can get it, that's fine, cough, cough, hey..."
As he approached, there was a strong smell of medicine and a rotten aura coming towards the reincarnators.
Just as the sick ghost was about to reach out to grab the person in front of him, a cold voice interrupted the sick ghost: "How long have you been sick?"
The sick ghost was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand, perhaps thinking of teasing the person in front of him before attacking, but he still replied: "Cough, I think about it, it won't be long, only a few months, this disease is coming soon. , die quickly, cough cough cough."
Xiao Li then asked, "Did no doctor cure you?"
"Yeah, they can only look at me, cough, cough, die." The sick ghost showed a penetrating look, "Isn't it fair?"
"Well," Xiao Li took out a business card and moved smoothly like a medical salesman, "If you don't mind, I know a doctor who is very successful in seeing a doctor. You can ask him to see it for you."
Before waiting for the sick ghost to answer, as the white light on the business card flashed, an atypical doctor wearing a beak mask actively came to them, he turned his head and greeted Xiao Li friendly: "Xia Locke patient, we meet again, is there any disease that I need to treat—"
Halfway through his words, he noticed the sick ghost who couldn't stop coughing, his eyes lit up immediately, his tone rose, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Oh, oh, the new case, it's a type I've never seen before! new challenge!"
Dr. J was very happy.