The villain is being forced to whitewash again

The dark night is covered with a moon hook, and the corners of its clothes hang down on a few dry branches. A few bats are chewing on this dead silence. It is obviously the hot summer when the plants are flourishing and competing for nutrients, but Banding Village can see patches of trees everywhere. Brown and yellow dead leaves fell all over the dirt floor, one pile after another.

Strange-shaped stones are inserted in the pile of rotten leaves, deeply sunken in the lines beaten by wind and rain, and engraved with three big crooked characters——Banding Village. A smell that makes people can't help pinching their noses and not wanting to breathe.

Banding Village was not a village at all, but a mass grave where hundreds of lonely ghosts wandered. It is indeed very convenient for people to solve the funeral problems of their relatives without spending a single coin.

I don’t know how long ago a large-scale plague broke out. The bandits were the masters of the house. Many infected refugees fled to die. This mass grave, which is not close to strangers, became their temporary refuge. Well, the bandits are also very concerned about the knowledge of Feng Shui, why bother to get into trouble for a group of sick people who don't have much money to earn.

It is strange to say that this ghostly place is really evil. Hundreds of people who are about to die live here and survive the plague. The children born by women are even healthier than people outside. It is full of swamps, poisonous spiders, snakes, scorpions, and all kinds of corpses that are suspected of cheating.

The people who survived were in awe of this strange land, but then strange things happened frequently. The broken corpses of adult men floated on the water and in the fields. Others found the mass grave a cursed prison of terror.

Some people say that because the gods of this land took away the sacrifices they enjoyed, almost all the adult men died, leaving only the minors, so there were many more graves without tombstones in the mass graves, and the blood The breath is always lingering in this village, and the children's eyes are often fixed on the strangers who appear in the village. It is not a sign of friendly greetings, but silently calculating the age of the other party, like weighing how many catties they weigh when cutting meat A few taels.

It's been a long time, until finally one day the hidden secret was revealed, a large number of criminal arresters came here to dig pits and graves, and a large number of criminals were arrested. The land has been governed and turned into a place similar to places of interest.

Those curses seemed to disappear suddenly, but the surrounding environment was still terrible. Swamps, poisonous spiders, snakes, scorpions, and all kinds of corpses suspected of cheating corpses, no matter how much pen and ink was used to write deceptive words on the tabloids It can't cover up these ghost things, and it can only be comforted to say that it is a unique feature. At least the doctors here have been trained to take it for granted.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, as if drunk, and a few dead leaves on the ground, brown and yellow, flew into the air and slowly floated to the eaves of an inn.

It sits alone in the middle of a large piece of land, occupying such a small place, and there is no house around it that is more dilapidated and shabby. Two red lanterns are swaying on both sides of the eaves, and the faint candlelight is shining through. Faintly illuminated the four characters of "Yunlai Inn" hanging high above the gate.

A brown dead leaf floated in, swayed, and finally landed on the tip of the waiter's nose, who was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. He felt his nose itchy, thought it was a bug, and subconsciously stretched out his hand Hurry up.

He wiped his babbling mouth twice, and changed his position to sleep soundly for a while. The next second, a fly swatter slammed into his face, so frightened that he fell back and forth before his eyes could be opened, and only heard a loud noise. Ring and whoops.

"Damn it, what bastard dared to disturb grandpa's waking dream, look at me..." He got up from the ground angrily, grabbed the sleeves of his arms and rolled them up, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was dumbfounded land.

"What's wrong?" The fly swatter lightly hit the palm of his hand one after another, the boss laughed, his smile was very kind, and he seemed to be a good talker.

"Haha...no...it's nothing." He smiled embarrassedly, and felt aggrieved as he touched his red buttocks, "but why did you hit me, boss?"

The boss slapped his ass again with a fly swatter, and he was so frightened that he quickly covered his butt and dodged, his posture was so proficient that it seemed that the avoidance had been engraved in his genes, "Why did you hit you? How can there be a waiter like you? You have to lie on the table, and you don't look like you have any rules!"

He whispered: "I'm not too sleepy, anyway, there are no guests now, so... just lying down for a while is not a big deal..."

The boss frowned, "No, I was seen by someone, and those who didn't know thought we were a black shop waiting for pigs to come in and kill customers!"

He poured bitterly: "...isn't it just a black shop? It's so dark at night that I can't bear to light a few candles. If I were a customer, I wouldn't dare to come in..."

"What are you muttering about? It's closing time, why don't you hurry up and get up to work!" The fly swatter slammed on the table three times, frightened him so that he immediately took a white cloth on the table and put it on his shoulders, Clutching his red buttocks, he quickly ran away from the boss, "I'll go right away! I'll go right away!"

"...That's about the same." The boss snorted a few times, then turned around and went back to do the accounting.

He wiped the table in the store with a dirty white cloth in his hand, and sighed how he had such a miserable life in his life.

Hastily finished the superficial project, then reluctantly went to the other side, slapped the table, and said to the only alcoholic in the store other than the two peanut-eating ruffians, rather unhappily: "Hey, don't fall asleep, get up and move!" We're closing now!"

The old drunkard was woken up and raised his head, his white hair was piled in a mess on his head, his clothes were torn, he was short and fat, and he stared in a daze on a red and wrinkled face.

He thought the other party hadn't heard clearly and repeated, "Did you hear? We're closing!"

The old drunkard's eyes were wide open, and his mouth made a strange grunt, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time and make a loud bang in the raised dust.

Urged by him impatiently, he limply stood up, staggered into the table like a sleeping pig, and immediately spilled all the wine on his face, until the old alcoholic snored, he still With a dumbfounded look on his face, he didn't respond.

When he came back to his senses, he was so angry that he angrily wanted to pull the swollen and ragged old alcoholic off the table without even wiping off the drink on his face, but when he got close, he was overwhelmed by the stench on his body. His eyes were so smoky, he pinched his nose and quickly backed away.

This smell...is like the stinky socks that have been left for three days soaked in vinegar and smoked overnight on the cesspit. It makes people want to bend over and vomit out the overnight meal in their stomach.

He looked disgusted, this old alcoholic looked over 60 years old, his hair was all white, and his face was full of wrinkles, why didn't he know how to clean himself up?Those who didn't know thought the stinky socks were fine.

Although disgusted in every possible way, he could only get the other party, who was drunk into a puddle of mud, outside the store, pinching his nose while dragging the other party's waist, and moved step by step towards the gate of the inn with difficulty. His calves trembled as he walked.

He is also in his 20s, but he feels like pulling a big mountain when he grabs him, and it looks like it is still Mount Tai. After a while, he is so tired that his forehead is sweating and he is panting. An indescribable stench got into his nose, making him feel chilly. He quickly turned his head and covered half of his face with his sleeve. He had no choice but to ask the boss not far away for help.

"Boss! Help, this old drunk is too heavy, I can't lift him at all, please help me."

The boss counted the books without looking up.

"Shaojijiwaiwai, I'm busy. I don't have the time to take care of this. What's the use of you if you can't handle such a small matter. Drag him out quickly."

He couldn't help muttering: "...you're stingy, you deserve bad business..."

The boss frowned, and tapped the abacus in his hand on the table, and the beads crackled, "Why is it buzzing like a mosquito? You can't move faster!"

"I know, I know!"

Reluctantly dragging the old drunkard, he continued to walk towards the gate with difficulty. When he finally reached the gate, he slammed his buttocks and sat on the ground, not even bothering to think that the white cloth that had just wiped the table was dirty or not. , picked it up and wiped the sweat off his forehead, otherwise there would be sweat dripping from his eyes.

He straddled the two arms of the old drunkard, pulling him to continue to lead him out of the gate, when suddenly he felt a gloomy back, and lowered his head, two shadows crossed his feet, long and thin, standing faintly Outside the back gate, there was no sound of footsteps.

In the middle of the night, there were not many guests in the inn, except for the boss and him, there were only two ruffians left. These people were far away from the door and couldn't see him at all. In a flash, there was a story about wandering ghosts in Banding Village in the past. The many descriptions of the face without eyes, the female ghost with long hair and long tongue, those horror stories of kindness and resentment exploded in the chest, and the cold shivering involuntarily came from the hands and feet.

He was too frightened to move, his lips turned white, he wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, but it was impossible to maintain this movement all the time, so he could only turn his head stiffly, hoping that the reality was not what he imagined like that.

He only heard a thunderbolt from the sky, and he saw two things covered with cloth blocking the door, dripping sticky white liquid under the pale thunder and lightning.

"Ahhhhhh! Don't eat me! You must have found the wrong enemy. We really don't sell human meat buns in our inn!" Things only dared to sneak a look through the gaps in their fingers, only to find that one of them had already stretched out his hand, this glance almost made the heart in his chest stop beating.

"Don't eat, don't eat me! Please, please!" He was about to cry, and the thing's hand reached his shoulder, and a helpless voice sounded, "...we I don't want to eat you, I just want to ask if your inn still provides accommodation services?"

Ah, are ghosts looking for a place to stay in this world nowadays?He was stunned for a moment, and only then did he think of raising his head to observe carefully, only to find that the two things had taken off their white appearance, and they were actually just two rather ordinary cloaks.

Zhao Yuan kicked the cloak out of the gate, patted the ashes on his body, and complained: "...The environment of this Banding Village is too bad, there are swamps everywhere, and there are inexplicable white spiders on the trees. If it wasn't for the cloak that was tightly covered all the way, I guess my body would have been as dirty as if I had rolled through the mud."

Only then did he realize that these two people were not ghosts at all, and the sticky white liquid dripping down was nothing more than spider silk on the branches in the swamp. He took a deep breath and almost scared himself to death just now.

Zhao Yuan walked in, "Xiao Er, do you have hot water here?"

He got up from the ground, showed his professionalism and immediately said enthusiastically: "Yes, there are guests, do you want to stay? It's a coincidence that you two rushed, we just have two vacant rooms left here."

Zhao Yuan said: "I'll take us to see it later, you go and prepare hot water first, I really can't stand the uncomfortable force on my body."

"No problem, I'll prepare right away, you two wait a moment." He hurriedly ran all the way to prepare.

Qin Shi looked at the figure that disappeared behind the curtain, and said helplessly: "...Looking at his appearance just now, I almost scared my soul out of my mind. Do we two look so ghostlike?"

"Maybe it's because he thinks you look scary." Zhao Yuan was looking at the environment of the inn, his face was full of disgust, and he raised his finger that wiped the table closest to him, tsk, it was full of dust.

It's obvious that you, who often dissect corpses in the morgue, look scarier, right?Qin Shi couldn't help complaining in his heart.

At this time, the old drunkard who was lying on the ground sound asleep made a fuzzy sound of grinding his teeth, and turned over like spreading pancakes, as if he would not wake up even if he was sleeping like a dead pig.

Qin Shi asked in confusion, "Why is there an old man lying here?"

Zhao Yuan found it troublesome and said: "I can smell the stink of alcohol from a distance. I guess he is a drunkard who is drunk. Leave him alone. Let's find the person who delivered the letter to Bei Gongchen first."

As soon as he heard the words Bei Gongchen, the old drunkard on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the ground, and stared straight at Qin Shi and Zhao Yuan with his eyes full of defense and suspicion.

"...you... who are you? Why do you have my letter to Bei Gongchen in your hand?"