The villain, the big brother and the master are HE [Wearing the Book]

With a "squeak", the door was closed.

Song Yan stood less than an inch away from the door, and the bridge of his nose was only a few fingers away from the door. He lowered his eyes in deep thought, and his eyes were full of unknown emotions.

"system."

[Host, I am here. 】

Hearing the system's voice, Song Yan's face softened a little.

This floor of Tiandi Pagoda is intended for him to comprehend the law of time, but how to trigger it is still unknown. Perhaps this inn is the most critical link.

If he remembered correctly, when he first entered the inn, the waiter said five spirit stones for one night, if it was always daytime, wouldn't he be able to live forever?

Just as Song Yan was about to turn around, he suddenly heard the footsteps of a second person downstairs who obviously did not belong to the waiter. He approached and stopped, and then the wooden chair was pulled out, rubbing against the ground and making a harsh sound.

He subconsciously breathed lightly.

After an unknown amount of time, the thin and immature voice of a child downstairs passed through the crack of the door and reached Song Yan's ears, faintly crying.

"Brother, go and take a look, just take a look, save grandma."

"There are customers in the shop." Xiaoer's voice was flat.

"But grandma—" the little girl's crying voice stopped suddenly, "You just don't want to go with me, guests, business, what can be more important than grandma?!"

Xiao Er didn't answer.

Song Yan stood behind the door, heard the little girl whimpering for a while, pushed the stool hard, and ran out again.

The first floor of the inn returned to silence.

Song Yan thought for a while, and just as his hand touched the door, the waiter's calm voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Guest officer, do you have anything to do?"

For a moment, Song Yan thought Xiao Er was watching him from behind him.

He paused, then calmly withdrew his hand, and replied, "Nothing."

"Oh." Xiaoer's tone was flat, "Call me if you need anything."

Song Yan didn't answer, but when he heard Xiao Er's clumsy footsteps walking away, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

He didn't seem to have heard anyone approaching just now, how did the little girl walk to the door of his room silently without him noticing?

Song Yan kept an eye out, and his spiritual consciousness was always paying attention to the movement in the entire inn, but there was something in the inn that kept hindering him, so that his spiritual consciousness could only wander around the room where he lived.

Sitting in the room for a while, Song Yan felt that his state had returned to its peak. The law of life and death that he had comprehended on the first floor of the Tiandi Pagoda had improved slightly, but it was a bit difficult to go further. Besides, there was another floor Things were looming, as if there was a thin barrier, making it difficult for him to comprehend and advance.

He opened his eyes, got up and came to the window, and pushed open the dilapidated and dusty window.

The window looked like it hadn't been opened for a long time, and there was even mold on the window sills, and his hands were covered in dust.

When the window was opened halfway, it suddenly stopped moving, and what came into view was a large black wall, giving people a sense of depression.

It turned out that behind the inn was a small two-story building, so the windows in his room could not be opened at all.

Song Yan suddenly felt a sense of irritability, he frowned and closed the window, pushed the door and left the room.

Downstairs, the waiter was standing in front of the table, wiping the table with a black rag in his hand. Hearing the noise from upstairs, the waiter raised his head, staring straight at Song Yan with his dark eyes.

"Guest officer, what's the matter with you?"

Song Yan ignored Xiao Er's gaze and replied, "It's nothing, let's go for a walk."

Xiao Er grinned: "Then be careful on the road."

After watching Song Yan go out, Xiaoer lowered his head and continued to wipe the table with the dirty rag in his hand, but the table became more and more dirty, leaving a long black mark.

He stopped and looked up at the door.

The door was empty, Song Yan had long since disappeared.

"It's best not to run into them." Xiaoer murmured, not knowing who he was talking to.

……

on the street.

A few hours ago, the old man selling sugar paintings was still painting on the street spoonful after spoonful of sugar. The children lined up in a long line, watching the old man's movements silently and quietly.

The old woman selling sachets disappeared, which made Song Yan a little strange, but he didn't get too entangled and continued to move forward.

The whole street was lifeless, not even a shout.

After walking a few steps, Song Yan suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled gently. He lowered his head and met a pair of dark eyes.

"Brother." There were still tears on the young girl's immature cheeks. She raised her head, and Song Yan's figure was reflected in her black eyes, "Can you save my grandma?"

Song Yan stared at her for a while, and just when the little girl thought Song Yan was going to agree, she slowly uttered two words.

"cannot."

The little girl stopped crying for a moment, her face froze, she lowered her head stiffly, still holding Song Yan's sleeve in her hands.

"Brother, please save my grandma."

With a cold face, Song Yan let the girl tug on his sleeve and cry, and when the little girl was tired from crying, she stretched out her hand to pull out her clothes, and walked away mercilessly.

It's not that he is cruel, it's just that in the Tiandi Pagoda, everything he saw may not be real. On the surface, the girl is an innocent and poor child, but she can't tell what her real face is.

After throwing the little girl away, she didn't keep up, so Song Yan continued to stroll on this street, and after walking around in a circle, he found a bunch of white paper money on the stall of the old woman who sold sachets.

And the people around them sat in front of their booths as if nothing had happened, without moving a step.

The little girl who disappeared just now suddenly appeared behind him: "Brother."

"Help my grandma please?"

Hearing the title of grandmother, Song Yan finally remembered where he had heard this voice before.

This little girl was the one who sought help from the waiter in the inn.

Song Yan pursed her lips and asked, "What kind of relationship do you have with the waiter in the inn?"

"He's my brother."

"Brother?"

The little girl confirmed: "Brother."

Song Yan asked again: "Then what is the relationship between your grandmother and the old man who sold sachets at the previous stall?"

The little girl was confused: "Grandmother usually likes to make some handicrafts and sell them."

Song Yan knew it clearly: "Then take me there."

The little girl looked at Song Yan in surprise, but there was not much joy in her eyes. She led Song Yan to a narrow alley, and came to the gate of a simple tile-roofed house in the innermost part.

"It's here." The little girl pushed open the door and called out, "Grandma, I'm back."

no respond.

The little girl panicked, leaving Song Yan behind and hurried inside, her short legs running fast.

Song Yan thought about it, but still followed.

The tile-roofed house is very simple, and some of the roof tiles are broken, and it will leak when it rains.

The little girl's grandmother was in another room. Song Yan followed the girl into the room. There was only one kang in the room, on which was a tattered straw mat. The old man was lying on the straw mat, full of The wrinkled face is extremely serene.

The old man is dead.

Unbelievable, a few hours ago, he was selling sachets on the long street. He seemed to be alive and well, but after a short while, he died peacefully on the straw mat.

Song Yan asked in his mind: "System, how long has it been since I met this old man?"

[Four hours. 】

If Song Yan remembered correctly, when he asked the mother-in-law, the mother-in-law said that she had set up a stall for three hours.

Judging from the time of her death and the time when the little girl went to the inn to look for the waiter, the old woman should have died not long after returning home from setting up the stall.

The girl's sobs echoed in his ears, Song Yan raised his head, just about to comfort the girl, but saw the girl's dark eyes staring straight at him, with tears in them.

"Brother, can you save my grandma?"

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, instantly covering Song Yan's whole body. He calmed down and turned around to leave the simple tile-roofed house. When he saw the scene at the door, he stopped in his tracks.

At some point, a large group of people had quietly gathered outside the door, all of whom were familiar faces.

The leader is the waiter in the inn. Beside him, the old man selling sugar paintings, the children queuing up to buy sugar paintings, and the stall owners on the long street are all standing at the door, with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at Song Song. feast.

From behind came the sound of the little girl's approaching footsteps: "Brother, please bring my grandma back to life."

The waiter stared straight at Song Yan and said, "Guest officer, save her."

The people around Xiao Er had dull expressions and flat tones, as if they were repeating what Xiao Er and the little girl had said.

"Let's come alive."

"Come to life."

Song Yan took a step back and watched helplessly as corpse spots appeared on the face of the old man who was still selling sugar paintings at that time, the eyes of the children in line began to bleed black blood, and a thin line of blood appeared on the carotid artery on the neck of the waiter. , the blood spurted out.

He turned around and saw the little girl behind him with sunken eye sockets, blood dripping from her forehead, and deep strangle marks on her frail wrists, approaching Song Yan step by step.

The body of the old woman on the kang began to rot, her old face had protruding cheekbones, blue spots all over her face, and she emitted a foul smell.

Survive.

We want to survive.

The dead people surrounded Song Yan with staring blank eyes and shouted.

[Host, host! 】

Seeing Song Yan's eyes blurred, the system anxiously called in his mind, trying to wake Song Yan up.

The red tail ring on the little finger of his left hand suddenly became hot, and Song Yan was pulled out from the sound of shouts. He woke up suddenly, and sacrificed the Fuchen sword in his hand.

The hazy feeling was dispelled, the barrier that hindered him was broken, and his mind was clear.

"Back in time."

The cold voice spread throughout the small room, and the footsteps of the people who were approaching suddenly stopped.

"Back in time!"

Song Yan shouted again, and the people around him suddenly disappeared, and the cramped and oppressive feeling disappeared, and the dilapidated and messy tile-roofed house became clean and tidy.

He saw the little girl just sitting on the kang playing with the windmill by herself, jumped off the kang as if she didn't see him, and ran out the door holding the windmill.

Song Yan followed directly.

The little girl jumped up and down the street and ran towards the sachet stall. Before she got close, she saw a lot of people around the stall, pointing at the center.

A sharp scolding sound mixed with anger came into his ears.

"Old man, I asked you to pay the booth fee to give you face, and you dare to talk back? Do you know whose territory this is? You really don't know what's good or bad!"

The surrounding people echoed one after another.

"Yeah, but it's just a booth fee, and we paid it all."

"Pay money to keep you safe, there is no way, Grandma Chen, you have broken the rules by setting up a stall here by yourself, and we all think that you are an old man on weekdays, and we have not said anything, but this does not mean that you are right ah."

"Which one of the stalls here didn't pay the stall fee, we all paid, why don't you pay?"

The old woman was protecting the booth tightly, and her old voice revealed despair: "Old woman, I really don't have any money. My rags are not worth much at all. Where can I pay the booth fee?"

At the beginning, the scolding voice snorted coldly: "Since you don't have any money, just throw it at me!"

"Don't smash it, don't smash it." The old woman blocked her small stall with her body, holding the wooden boards used to store things with her hands and refusing to let go, crying, "These are the sachets that the old woman embroidered one by one after staying up all night. The old lady's hard work, I won't set up a stall anymore, I won't put up a stall, these things can't be smashed."

The old woman watched the sachet she worked so hard to make all night being trampled on the soles of her feet, stained with mud, and burst into tears. The people who usually set up stalls by her side stood aside one by one, seeing the sachet rolling down on them. Stretch out your legs to step on your feet.

The old man selling sugar paintings stood at the corner of the street, his lips murmured, he dared not go forward, he tremblingly picked up a spoon and continued to paint his own sugar paintings, while the children who had lined up in front of his stall just squeezed into the crowd, looking at the crying old woman Giggling, some even spitting at her and making faces.

The little girl stood blankly outside the crowd, cried out loud, dropped the windmill in her hand to the ground, turned her head and ran away.

"Brother, brother, save grandma!"

The author has something to say: I have finished the exam, and I will update it every day. If there is no accident, it will be on the sixth day until the end!Thank you little angels for your company!

感谢在2021-06-2323:37:48~2021-06-2923:51:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 online dating rollover guide;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿羊66瓶；希60瓶；月月舒51瓶；林雾散20瓶；德善、懒懒的书虫、Xing~5瓶；清栀芝、九2瓶；沐纸、小猫、房子里的人1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!