"How can a dead person speak?" Nanfeng stared in shock.
The blind man waved his hand and said, "Go back."
Nanfeng grinned, picked up the wooden stick and handed it to the blind man. He held the blind man with his left hand and moved forward with the filial stick in his right hand.
"Master, if this thing is seen, we will get into trouble." Nanfeng was worried.
The blind man behind him didn't answer.
Nanfeng said again, "Master, everyone is dead and there is only one head left. How can we talk?"
The blind man still didn't answer.
They walked back faster than when they came. It didn't take long for the two of them to come to the puddle that Nanfeng had fallen into before. "Master, there is a puddle ahead, turn a corner."
Not only did the blind man not crutch, he withdrew his wooden staff and stopped, "I want to practice the method, you go ahead and wait for me."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Nanfeng refused to leave. He spent half the night visiting cemeteries and looking for heads. He finally opened his eyes. He definitely didn't want to leave.
The blind man pondered for a while and then said, "There are some things you'd better not know. It's not that I mean to hide them from you, but it's not good for you if you know them."
"Oh." Nanfeng nodded and walked some distance south.
"Let's go." The blind man waved the wooden stick in his hand.
Nanfeng had no choice but to walk another ten steps.
The blind man inserted the wooden stick into the ground, circled the void with his right hand, and pressed down with his back palm. With the movement of his right hand, the water in the puddle overflowed a lot. The blind man handed the head from his left hand to his right hand, and used his right hand to lift the head. Put into the puddle.
The blind man seemed to have pressed an invisible air mass into the puddle. The head was very stable on top of the air mass and did not shake.
Nanfeng could see the blind man's movements from where he was. At this time, the blind man was walking in a strange step and circling the puddle. But he couldn't hear what the blind man said. He could only vaguely hear the blind man mumbling something. It should be It's chanting.
After three rounds, the blind man stopped, and the last sentence was louder. Nanfeng heard it clearly. The blind man said, "Hurry is like a law!"
Nanfeng was very curious and eager to know whether the head had come back to life as the blind man said, so he moved two steps north. At this moment, a man's shrill scream came from the puddle, "Ah..."
Without any mental preparation, Nanfeng was so frightened by the scream that his hair stood up and he hurriedly jumped back.
"Don't panic." The blind man reached forward with his right hand.
After the blind man finished speaking, the head stopped screaming and said a few words in a hurry. These words were still loud. Nanfeng listened briefly and seemed to be asking the blind man who he was and where he was now.
The blind man answered in a very low voice that Nanfeng couldn't hear at all. The voice of the man's head was slightly louder, and Nanfeng could occasionally hear a few words, as if he had been crying out for injustice.
This head, to be precise, does not seem to have known the blind man before his death. Also, he was wrongly accused and did not violate the king's law by killing anyone.
The blind man asked what he couldn't hear, but he could hear some clues based on the head's reply. He should have been the owner of an inn during his lifetime. Later, a mysterious guest came to the inn. This guest died mysteriously in the inn that night. , the government concluded that they were responsible for the murder, and all four members of the family were beheaded, with no one left alive.
This shop owner is also very unlucky. When others commit crimes, they are thrown into jail first and wait to be executed later. If you have money, you can spend money to clear the streets while waiting for death. But the time of his crime was not good. If something happens today, he will be jailed tomorrow. If caught, it will be the day after tomorrow, and the death will be quite neat.
While asking questions, the blind man would occasionally make the same movement of pressing down with his arms as before, as if to replenish the air mass in the water. This was Nanfeng's own guess, but he felt that his guess was right, because he was out of breath while talking. Son, this unfortunate shopkeeper only has one head left. If you want him to talk, you have to cheer him up.
The blind man probably asked about the appearance of the person staying in the hotel, the time and circumstances of his death, etc. According to the answer, the person staying in the hotel was an old man who died that night. I don’t know exactly when he died, but he was the second person. He only found out that the old man was dead when officers and soldiers came to visit him. The old man brought a baggage with him when he stayed in the hotel, but the baggage disappeared after the incident.
The reason why the shop owner felt wronged was that there were no external injuries on the old man's body, and there were no signs of struggle in the room. Moreover, the doors and windows of the room were plugged in by the old man from the inside. Not to mention that the old man didn't look like a rich man, even then. The old man was very rich, and he wanted to kill people for money, but he couldn't get into the room.
But the government did not listen to his explanation. He failed to pass the trial and was not even tried. The next day, he was executed along with his wife, children and several other death row inmates.
The blind man then probably asked the old man where his body was, and the shopkeeper said that it had been taken away by the government.
The blind man may have asked the shopkeeper some details about the old man's stay in the hotel. The shopkeeper finally remembered that the old man had changed rooms on the night of the incident because the room was drafty.
The whole conversation lasted about half a stick of incense. After the shopkeeper's voice disappeared, the blind man started chanting again. The chanting was not long, just a few sentences. After finishing chanting, he washed his hands in the puddle, then grabbed the wooden stick and turned to the south wind. come over.
When the blind man came closer, Nanfeng found that the blind man's expression was very calm, with no particularly obvious emotions.
"Let's go." The blind man handed the wooden stick to Nanfeng.
Nanfeng pulled the blind man southward. Although he was full of doubts, he couldn't ask questions. The blind man obviously didn't want him to know, so asking was in vain.
The blind man seemed to be in a hurry to go back, urging Nanfeng to walk very quickly. When he reached the main road, Nanfeng threw away the filial stick. It was unlucky to hold this thing.
On the way, they passed by the place where Fatty and others were sleeping in the open. Nanfeng originally planned to take the opportunity to say a few words to Fatty, but found that Fatty and others had already gone to bed.
Back outside the city, the blind man followed the same pattern and jumped over the city wall with Nanfeng. This time Nanfeng was mentally prepared and found that as long as he was not afraid, the feeling of flying in the clouds was quite good.
"Do you know where the Fortune Inn is?" the blind man asked.
"I don't know," Nanfeng shook his head, "Master, our things are still at the original inn."
The blind man raised his hand and said, "I will show you the way to the east city."
At this time, the third watch was almost over, and Nanfeng was sleepy and tired, but the blind man wanted to go, and he had to go.
The blind man seemed to have been to that inn before. Nanfeng found the small inn located in the northeast corner of Chang'an City under his guidance. The inn's door faces west, with a two-story wooden building outside and a courtyard inside. The inn's door There is a government seal affixed to the door.
The blind man did not go through the gate, but went around to the east, and jumped over the back wall with the south wind.
It may have only been a few days since the incident, but the chickens in the chicken coop were still alive, and the black dog tied in the northwest corner of the yard had not starved to death. Seeing the two men invading, he barked a few times feebly.
"Take me to the first room in the east wing," the blind man said.
Nanfeng pulled the blind man to the room the blind man mentioned. The blind man pushed open the door and entered, "Wait for me outside."
Nanfeng nodded and stayed outside.
There had been a death in this yard not long ago. Normally, he would have been scared if he stayed here, but compared to the gloominess of the cemetery in the west of the city and the weirdness of the heads talking, the house where people had died was nothing.
Nanfeng sat down on the steps outside the house, and the black dog came over. Seeing that it was so hungry that it was weak, Nanfeng felt compassion, untied the rope that tied it, and opened the latch of the back door. It was released.
After letting the dog go, he wanted to feed the chickens that were about to starve to death. As soon as he took out the firecracker and wanted to look for millet in the woodshed, he heard the blind man calling him in the room.
Nan Feng turned around and walked towards the east chamber, only to see the blind man squatting in front of the stove, "Climb in and see if there is anything hidden inside."
"Huh?" Nanfeng was not happy and followed the blind man either to visit graveyards or to dig up dead bodies. Now he has to get into the kang.
"If I could do it myself, I would not let you suffer this filth." The blind man was also helpless.
Seeing the blind man's polite words, Nanfeng was too embarrassed to refuse, so he took off his robe and got into the kang. The stove for burning the kang was a little larger than the stove for cooking, but it was not easy for him to get in. squeezed in.
"Master, what kind of thing are you talking about?" Nanfeng asked. There was grass ashes under the kang, which was very choking.
Before the blind man could answer, Nan Feng felt something out of the fluffy grass ashes. It was an oblate object, not very heavy.
"Master, I found a round thing, it seems to be a piece of porcelain." Nanfeng said.
"Come out." The blind man stretched out his hand to pull Nan Feng out, then fumbled to take the thing from his hand, kneaded it briefly and put it into his arms, "Let's go, get out of here as soon as possible."
Nanfeng was covered in ashes from the bottom of the pot. He ran to the yard with his robe and washed it with water from the water tank. The blind man groped his way out and closed the door behind him.
"Where's the dog?" The blind man noticed that the dog was missing.
"Let it go." Nanfeng said casually.
The blind man suddenly frowned upon hearing this, and after pondering, he said to Nan Feng, "Open the chicken coop."
Nanfeng originally wanted to do that, so he went over with his robe and opened the chicken coop.
The blind man didn't lead Nanfeng to jump over the wall again. The two walked out from the back door. Nanfeng wanted to close the door, but the blind man didn't let him.
"Master, what was that just now?" Nanfeng pulled the blind man away very quickly. The blind man asked him to get into the kang tube to keep the room as it was. The purpose was not to let anyone know that they had been there, but he didn't know why. The blind man let the dog out, which ruined the blind man's plan. The blind man asked him to let the chicken out, and refused to close the back door. The purpose was to create the illusion of attracting thieves. He didn't care why the blind man did this. He was curious. It's what I just found.
The blind man frowned slightly and did not answer immediately.
Nanfeng didn't ask any more questions. The thing just now was about the size of a palm and not heavy. It was not like gold or silver. It might be useful to the blind man, but it was of no use to him. The most important thing now was to ask the blind man what skills he was willing to teach him. , this works for him.
Just when Nanfeng was hesitating whether to speak now or wait until he returned to the inn to ask, the blind man spoke, "That's a piece of tortoise shell..."