Jinyiwei work report

The door opened, and the light from the outside illuminated the room. In front of you was a small hall with an Eight Immortals table and a chair on the left and right, but no one was there.

Song Yingbai probed in, "Is there anyone there?"

Looking to the west, there was a room with a closed door. Looking east, he suddenly saw a thin woman standing at the door of the east room.

She was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, her hair was simply tied in a bun, and a simple bone hairpin was inserted. She was in her twenties, with unspeakable sorrow in her eyes, and she was so thin that a gust of wind could blow her down. .

"Madam, we are not bad people. My friend is injured. Can I stay overnight?" Song Yingbai said politely, touching his body. Fortunately, the broken silver stuffed in the secret pocket was not washed away, "We will pay for the accommodation. fee."

After hearing this, the woman raised her finger to the opposite room.

Song Yingbai thanked her repeatedly, retracted her body and said to Li Zhen, "That's great, this kind lady allows us to stay."

But when he helped Li Zhen into the room, he found that the standing woman had disappeared. Song Yingbai thought she had entered the room, so he didn't want to talk to the two men.

He asked Li Zhen to sit on the chair next to the table of the Eight Immortals first, and he went to push open the door of the west room. The door was very heavy, and there was a harsh sound when it was pushed.

The oncoming dust, no one has visited this room for a long time, and it is not a bedroom. There is a small couch by the window, and a loom and embroidery frame are placed in the center of the room, which are also covered with dust.

Song Yingbai simply wiped the couch with his sleeve, went out and helped Li Zhen in, let him sit down, and he went to the small hall to move a chair, "Madam, I will borrow a chair for use."

The room opposite didn't answer, Song Yingbai took it as her consent.

He was almost exhausted, and he just wanted to sit down as soon as possible, without thinking too much, he moved the chair back into the room, sat across from Li Zhen, leaned back, and breathed out comfortably, "I can finally sit for a while. "

Li Zhen was also lying there resting, without speaking for a long time.

When it was almost time to rest, Song Yingbai said: "I'll go and ask her if there are any herbs in her home. She lives in this kind of barren mountains, and she will inevitably encounter all kinds of poisonous things like snakes and centipedes."

Li Zhen looked at him, hesitant to speak.

Song Yingbai wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up and went to the opposite room, "Ma'am, my friend was bitten by a poisonous centipede. I wonder if your family has any medicine powder for treatment? Can you help us, thank you very much."

The house was silent.

"Ma'am?" Song Yingbai raised his vigilance and knocked on the door. It didn't matter if he knocked, he immediately found that the door was covered with dust from the door panel to the threshold, and there was no sign of it being opened or closed at all.

He broke out in a cold sweat immediately, looked down in panic, and saw that the floor of the house was covered with dust, only his and Li Zhen's footprints, no third person's footprints at all.

With courage, he slowly opened the door, and with a creaking sound, he saw a withered female corpse lying on the bed at the end of the room. The quilt was covered under the armpits, and the clothes were exposed, just like that lady.

At this moment, Song Yingbai didn't feel terrible, but felt desolate. Why did a woman die alone in this wilderness, didn't she have a husband and relatives?

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Song Yingbai closed the door.

He immediately went back to the West Room, closed the door, told Li Zhen what happened, and finally asked, "Shall we leave?"

"If according to what you said, she has already allowed us to stay, and we don't bother her later, it has nothing to do with it. I don't think she has any malicious intentions, and it will definitely rain tonight, so we have nowhere to go."

Song Yingbai had to admit that they really had nowhere to go, even if there was a house with female ghosts, they had to make do with it, it was better than being in the rain outside.

"...Then I'll go and see if there's anything to eat." Although Song Yingbai was afraid of ghosts, hunger was also terrifying.

Li Zhen's cheeks were slightly flushed due to the heat, and he said hoarsely, "If you are afraid, I can sit in the living room with you."

"...No need, I'm not afraid at all." Song Yingbai bit the bullet and left the house.

The pots and stoves in the kitchen were covered with dust, and when the lids were opened, they were empty.

There was leftover rice on the bowl shelf, which had already rotted into a pile of dry white hairs, and the rice in the rice bag was too rotten to eat.

When he returned to the West Room, Li Zhen's condition didn't look good. He leaned on the small couch, closed his eyes, frowned, and his breathing was a little short. It could be seen that he was suppressing the pain.

He looked out the window. Although the clouds were low, it would not rain until it was completely dark. He probably still had an hour.

"My lord... I'll go to the back mountain to see if I can catch a wild rabbit or something."

Li Zhen glanced out the window, "Don't go."

"No, there is no food in this house. You have to eat to be able to resist. If you don't hunt anything before dark, I will come back." Song Yingbai said: "It doesn't matter if you are alone?"

"...I don't care, but you, don't go deep into the forest, if you don't find it, come back immediately." Li Zhen said: "Don't meet the hairy man."

Song Yingbai nodded, turned and left, and when he stepped out the door, he heard Li Zhen say: "...you are much better than I imagined."

It was exactly what Li Zhen praised him last time, Song Yingbai turned back and smiled and said, "My lord, I really remembered this time!"

Li Zhen nodded with a smile.

Song Yingbai raised his eyebrows proudly, closed the door, and walked out quickly.

As soon as he went out, Li Zhen turned to one side, no longer holding back, covered his mouth and coughed non-stop, and when he took his hand away, there was black blood on the palm of his hand.

He fell back to the small couch, put the back of his hand on his hot forehead, and felt the approach of death for the first time.

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In the forest, it is easy for people to lose their sense of direction and time. Song Yingbai didn't dare to go too far. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he bent down, looked around and listened to all directions, looking for prey.

Suddenly, he found a gray fluffy fur protruding from the back of the tree trunk. He looked at it and raised his sleeve to release the arrow, but unfortunately it was deflected and shot on the tree trunk.

How could Song Yingbai give up, chase after him, and fired two more arrows, finally nailing the rabbit to the ground.

He walked over, picked up the rabbit ears, and a pot of steaming rabbit stew had already appeared in his mind.

While rehearsing how to stew the rabbit in his mind, he walked back. Gradually, the corners of his mouth, which were happy because he hit the prey, slowly dropped.

He couldn't find his way out.

He walked quickly to a tree trunk with a mark, which he carved while walking just now, but at the same time, he also found that the trunk next to him, the trunk in front, and all the trunks in his sight had been marked.

His head swelled suddenly, is this ghost hitting the wall?

He gritted his teeth and took the arrow to poke the back of his hand. The pain made him gasp, but the illusion in front of him did not disappear.

He stood alone in the same place, surrounded by big trees with the same mark, covering the sky and the sun, endless.

Getting lost in the woods can only lead to death, and he is not simply lost.

But he can't panic, the more he panics, the faster he will die.

Having said that, just when he stabilized his mind and told himself not to panic, he heard movement behind him getting closer.

He suddenly remembered the hairy man Li Zhen had mentioned.

His scalp was tingling.