Can you give me the broken impermanence?

The farther you are from Su Town, the more desolate the surrounding area will be, with overgrown grass and no human habitation.

As the sun sets, the outline of the towering mountains in the distance becomes more and more blurred. I am afraid that after nightfall, it is easy to mistake it for a ghost wandering at night at first glance.

Song Qingming strode ahead, wanting to reach the beggar's village before dark, so as not to spend the night in the wilderness with the sky up.

Xie Yu followed behind him unhurriedly, showing no sign of hurry.

After walking a few steps, Song Qingming wanted to turn his head to look at Xie Yu, and finally couldn't help but stop and turn around and asked, "I wanted to ask you before, the weather is very good these few days, why are you still holding an umbrella?"

Xie Yu glanced at the white paper umbrella above his head, then looked at him with a smile: "I don't like the sun being too strong."

Song Qingming looked at the half-hidden sunset on the top of the mountain, and murmured in his heart, he deserves to be a son of a rich family, more expensive than a sick child like him.

He turned around and continued to walk forward, but there were many questions in his heart.

Xie Yu looks like a kid from a rich family, why is he wandering around the world alone?And where did Xie Yu's ability to catch ghosts come from?

Song Qingming had a lot to ask about Xie Yu, but he didn't even explain his own affairs clearly, so how could he have the nerve to ask Xie Yu to the bottom.

After a while, they finally saw a dilapidated village.

Dozens of thatched huts gathered disorderly into a village, surrounded by wooden fences, and a long white cloth was hung at the entrance of the village, fluttering in the wind, like a white banner calling for spirits.

Strangely, the whole village was shrouded in white mist.

Song Qingming walked back to Xie Yu, looked at the shadowy village in the distance and said, "I think this village is very dark, are you sure you can deal with it?"

Xie Yu chuckled: "Don't worry, I will protect you if I risk my life."

He spoke very seriously, making Song Qingming feel uncomfortable for a while.

Song Qingming didn't understand the idea of ​​risking his life.

Human beings are selfish by nature, even if they are kind-hearted or like them, when disaster strikes, the first thing they think of is themselves, father and son, mother and daughter, brothers and sisters, husband and wife friends, without exception.

He felt that Xie Yu was just talking nicely.

Even if Xie Yu would run away alone when Xie Yu said he was in trouble, Song Qingming would not be angry, this is human nature.

But this man wants to make exaggerated promises.

Thinking about it, Song Qingming said in a deep voice: "You don't need to risk your life. I said that I don't like to owe others. You should not do a good job like this kind of debt that I can't afford. If it is really life-threatening, I will I hope you will take good care of yourself first, lest you and I will not be able to settle accounts when we go to the underworld in the future."

After speaking, Song Qingming pulled the strap of the bag and continued to walk forward.

The two walked into the village of beggars. They wanted to find a place for the villagers to settle down, but there was no one in the village.

Cobwebs hung in front of every house, and some houses were half collapsed, making it impossible to live in them. There were broken porcelain on the ground, stinky rice beside the broken porcelain pieces, and a group of restless flies flying around.

As if to reflect the name of the beggar village, every place here has a dilapidated atmosphere.

"Is there no one here?" Song Qingming murmured.

Xie Yu glanced at the sun that had disappeared, put away the umbrella, and said softly, "There is someone."

Song Qingming looked at him: "How do you know?"

Xie Yu didn't answer, but walked forward, and Song Qingming hurriedly followed.

After a while, he saw Xie Yu stopped in front of a thatched cottage with closed doors and windows, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered in the room, and when Song Qingming was about to say that there might be no one, Xie Yu kicked the door open.

Song Qingming looked at him with his mouth wide open, and held his chin for a while: "You, you are too rude..."

Halfway through the speech, his eyes fell on the corner of the room.

The room was full of dust, and an eight or nine-year-old child stood in the corner, with loose hair, clothes full of holes, and a dirty face, but a pair of bright eyes, looking at them vigilantly .

Song Qingming walked in: "Child, do you live in this village?"

Seeing him approaching, the child was like a hedgehog, and immediately erected his thorns all over Song Qingming, and said fiercely: "Don't come here!!"

Song Qingming stopped immediately.

Listen to the voice is a boy.

He has always been at odds with children, and he didn't know how to communicate with the little hedgehog in front of him.

Song Qingming scratched his head in embarrassment, then looked at Xie Yu: "Do you know how to deal with children?"

Xie Yu walked to his side, took out a piece of silver from somewhere, and handed it straight to the little boy.

"Give you."

Song Qingming: ...

Looking at such a large piece of silver, he thought to himself that this person must be crazy rich, why do he settle everything with silver?

Song Qingming was just about to say that this is not an adult who would not eat gold and silver, when he saw the little hedgehog pounce on him like a hungry wolf, snatched the silver from Xie Yu's hand, then held it in his arms, and shrank again. Go back to the corner, afraid that they will snatch it back.

Well, money can make Mo Tui ghosts, not to mention the child's clothes, it seems that the family is suffering and suffering, and it is reasonable to love money.

Song Qingming knelt down and asked, "You took this brother's silver, so you should answer my question just now, aren't you a villager here?"

The child hesitated for a while, shook his head, then frowned, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly nodded again.

Song Qingming was confused, and still didn't know whether the child was from the village or not.

"Who are you?"

The child finally opened his mouth, blinked his big innocent eyes, and swept across the two of them.

Song Qingming: "I just passed by. I heard that your village is haunted, so I came to see it."

Upon hearing the word haunted, the child's face changed drastically.

"You guys must leave immediately..."

The child's voice was very low, and Song Qingming couldn't hear clearly for a while: "What?"

"leave here!"

The little boy suddenly shouted, which startled Song Qingming.

He was about to educate the child in a deep voice, and wanted to say something politely, but before he could speak, he heard a child's laughter outside the thatched hut.

Laughter that was as crisp as a silver bell echoed in the white mist.

"The sky is terrified, the earth is terrified, there is a night crying man in my family, a passing gentleman reads it three times, and sleeps until dawn..."

It was supposed to be an innocent child's voice, but now it fell into my ears, only the eerie, ghostly voice that reminded me of my life.

Song Qingming stood up and asked with a tight throat, "Xie Yu, did you hear the voice outside?"

"Yeah." Xie Yu responded lightly, "I'll go out and have a look, don't move here."

Song Qingming nodded.

Just as Xie Yu took a step, the child behind him suddenly rushed up and hugged his hand tightly, saying in a trembling voice, "You can't go!"

While talking, the child dragged Xie Yu to another corner of the room.

After getting closer, Song Qingming could see clearly that there was a square wooden door on the ground, and it seemed that there should be a cellar underneath.

Pointing to the ground, the child lowered his voice and said, "Hide below."

Xie Yu waved the child's hand away: "You guys hide well, I'm fine."

The child shook his head vigorously: "You will die, you... will definitely die."

Hearing the word death, Song Qingming's heart skipped a beat.

Xie Yu looked indifferent: "It's okay."

With that said, he was about to turn around and go out.

Song Qingming grabbed Xie Yu's wrist subconsciously: "Let's hide for a while, you didn't hear that the kid said they were them, and you don't know how many ghosts there are outside, what if you can't beat them?"

Xie Yu looked down at the hand that was holding her, and the corners of her lips curled up calmly.

"Are you worried about me?"

Song Qingming was stunned for a moment, then shook off his hand vigorously, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be sentimental, I don't believe in your ability, and I lost my life for nothing."

He doesn't worry about anyone but himself.

Avoiding Xie Yu's sight, Song Qingming bent down to pull the wooden door on the ground, but it didn't open after two attempts.

He hadn't expected the cellar door to be so heavy.

There was a child watching beside him, Song Qingming felt a little embarrassed.

Just as he was thinking about how to end it for himself, a hand with well-proportioned and slender phalanges appeared in front of his eyes, covering the back of his hand, grasping it tightly, and then pulling open the cellar door together with his hand.

"All right."

Xie Yu's voice was close to his ear, gently and softly, he found a gap in Song Qingming's body, and burrowed in with all his strength.

Song Qingming pulled out his hand in a panic, and quickly distanced himself from Xie Yu: "Don't get so close to me all of a sudden."

Xie Yu just smiled and said nothing.

Let the child go down first, then Song Qingming also climbed down, Xie Yu was the last one.

There is a strong rotten smell in the cellar, which makes people very uncomfortable. After the door is closed, it is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Such an environment brought back memories of Song Qingming's childhood.

"Song Qingming, why are you still not dead, you oil bottle?!"

It was clearly the voice in memory, but it seemed to be in my ears.

He leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes.

It's all black anyway, and it's no different with eyes open and eyes closed.

Suddenly someone approached him, right in front of him, so close that Song Qingming could smell the cold fragrance of that person.

Xie Yu: "You look sad."

Song Qingming was shocked.

It's so dark, Xie Yu can see the expression on his face clearly? !

This person is really amazing.

He turned his face away coldly: "I said, stay away from me."

Xie Yu lost his voice, but Song Qingming knew that this guy hadn't retreated at all, and was still looking at him in front of him.

"Shh, don't talk, he's coming."

The child reminded with a suppressed voice.

After the voice fell, the cellar fell into silence.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

I don't know what it was, smiling strangely outside, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the cellar door.

Song Qingming's body tensed up, and all his thoughts flew to the door.

After a while, the cellar door creaked and opened a gap.

A pair of green eyes were lying in the gap, peering into the dark cellar.

"Hehehe, whose child is crying?"