fall into enemy hands

In the dead of night, the sound of the wind whistling outside the carriage was as eerie as a ghost crying. Xia Fan was inexplicably afraid. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the wind or ghosts. Xia Fan twisted his body carefully and moved closer to Zhan Feng.

The evil wind blew into his ears again and again, Xia Fan really couldn't sleep, and even trembled, "What kind of sound is this?"

"wind."

"I don't sound like..."

"Then go out and have a look."

"Is the horse all right?"

"It's just the wind."

"What is the wind? The more I hear it, the more wrong it becomes..."

Zhan Feng still closed his eyes and remained motionless, "Wind."

Xia Fan rolled his eyes, "What wind? Zhan Feng?"

"..."

"Need me to throw you out of the car?"

"Not yet."

No matter how many chances Xia Fan was given at this time, he wouldn't say the word "go home".

Because the wind was blowing on his back, his body trembled and shivered.

Xia Fan twisted hard to Zhan Feng, Zhan Feng was squeezed between him and the carriage, it was really difficult.

"Stop squeezing."

"You..." Xia Fan left his back to Zhan Feng, "Are you cold? Hold me and I'll keep you warm?"

Xia Fan's back was tightly pressed against Zhan Feng's arm, and Zhan Feng could feel his back getting cold and his body trembling slightly.

Zhan Feng was really puzzled, "What are you afraid of, the wind? The sound of the wind?"

Xia Fan shook his head, "I'm not afraid, I'm just... a little cold all of a sudden."

Zhan Feng half propped up his body and pulled Xia Fan's body. Xia Fan's face turned pale, "What did you eat at night?"

Xia Fan gradually turned into a sieve, "I don't think... it's not a matter of what to eat."

Zhan Feng was helpless, closed his eyes and put his warm hand on Xia Fan's forehead to feel it carefully, it was very cold to the touch.

Zhan Feng looked at Xia Fan's face, hesitated for a while, and still stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms. He gently lifted his slender hand off Xia Fan's back, hesitated for a long time, and then gently put it down. This movement changed from slow as a snail to light. Slowly and gently, he patted Xia Fan's back one after another.

Xia Fan gradually stopped shaking, and nestled in Zhan Feng's arms, clutching Zhan Feng's collar tightly before falling asleep.

Zhan Feng frowned listening to the ghostly wind that was about to blow outside.

Xia Fan woke up peacefully the next day. Zhan Feng was no longer in the carriage. Xia Fan was subconsciously afraid, but he didn't hear the wind after listening carefully. Xia Fan immediately climbed out of the carriage to find Zhan Feng.

"What happened last night?"

Zhan Feng was feeding the horse, and glanced at Xia Fan's face, "You were frightened by the wind last night."

"That's definitely not an ordinary wind!"

No matter how bad it is, it's a tornado!

Xia Fan jumped out of the carriage and looked around. There was really nothing unusual, except that the woods were grassland and mountain roads. It was hard to associate it with the ghost crying wind that blew last night.

Zhan Feng fed the horse, "You don't need to be afraid if you don't run around."

What's the meaning?He didn't run around last night and almost cried, okay?

Xia Fan's expression was not good, and he sat down on the carriage, carrying out the unfinished gloom of yesterday.

Zhan Feng returned to the carriage, pulled up the reins and set up the horse, "This is the eye of the ghost town, commonly known as the ghost eye."

"what do you mean?"

"A place where yin flourishes and yang declines, but the yin qi is relatively strong and slightly gloomy, so don't worry about it."

"Do we have to go through here?"

"There is no other place, this is the only way to go." Zhan Feng looked at Xia Fan, "Don't walk at night, just stay in the carriage."

"Is it useful to stay in the carriage? This curtain is so thin, it will be blown through..."

Zhan Feng paused for a moment before answering, "I can set up an enchantment."

"Besides, things in the underworld can't touch people in the yangworld, it's just a bit colder."

Xia Fan just felt that his heart was flustered, and he didn't dare to run around. He obediently stayed in the carriage all day, and his whole body was wilted. At dusk, Xia Fan was even closer to Zhan Feng.

Zhan Feng looked at Xia Fan's trembling, hesitated for a moment, "Why don't you take you into the city to sleep?"

"There is an inn in the ghost town?"

"Of course there are people who live in such a place. Most of them are psychic Taoist priests or poor people."

"Can we get there before dark?"

"can."

"Okay, it's better to be safer!"

Zhan Feng hesitated to speak.