Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

No matter the content and name of the letter or the final date of signature, they were like a fire and thunder, directly smashing into Lin Xiuyuan's skull, making him almost unable to move.

Until the man at the side saw that his expression was different, he reached out to read the letter.

Lin Xiuyuan suddenly woke up, and almost instinctively stuffed the letter into his arms.

This was the only sanity he had left behind with all his might.

Never give this letter to Huaiyang.

Regardless of why the second leader has this letter signed by Qi Jue, just judging its purpose will not be good for Huaiyang:

After all, apart from him and the system, other people in this world should absolutely not know that the reference object is called Qi Jue in this world. If Huai Feng didn't know, then why did he hand over a letter from someone who has nothing to do with the old man? Become Li Gui's uncle?And not long ago, when the third family and Zhang Daxian and others were almost killed by the uncle, they came here alone just to deliver such a letter?

Are you sure this letter will change something?

Or is he sure that this letter will keep him safe, and even suppress the ghosts in the house?

Nothing is in their favour.

Lin Xiuyuan grabbed the hand that continued to fumble for the envelope, gently pulled up the blanket, wrapped the man and himself together, suppressed his voice and pretended to be dissatisfied: "You said to me to deal with it, that's mine."

The other party's eyelashes drooped, and his hands did not move.

Lin Xiuyuan was close to his ear, and the hot air puffed on the other's cold earlobe, as if whispering: "Let's rest."

Huaiyang's hand moved slightly, and in an instant it moved to Lin Xiuyuan's back. In this way, he seemed to be locked in his arms by a frozen body, with almost no place except for his fingers and toes. I can twist.

There were only faint breathing sounds around, and Afu and Agui in the innermost were nervously waiting for the knock on the door, and they were silent with each other.

The faint sound of the wind outside the house continued continuously.

Naturally, Lin Xiuyuan didn't really rest. He closed his eyes and listened to all the sounds inside and outside. After a long while, he opened his eyelids and looked out the window again.

It was already dark, and the window shone with hazy silver moonlight.

During the waiting time, Lin Xiuyuan called the system once and asked the other party about the letter.

The system had already captured the letter through the camera function, and they read it again on the interface.

The system said that it might be a character with the same name in the mission world.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't agree with this answer at all: "It happened to be the same name as the reference object? The letter from the same era, the same face, and the same name..."

The system seemed to be stuck and fell silent.

Lin Xiuyuan continued: "And it's not just about the name. According to the bandits, Huaiyang died six years ago, and the letter was signed more than six years ago..."

He intended to point out the problems in Huaiyang's identity, but when he talked about six years ago, he suddenly remembered something.

Lin Xiuyuan suddenly sat up from the couch, his movement was a bit loud, startling the two servants over there.

Ah Fu reacted quickly and got up quickly: "What happened?"

Lin Xiuyuan looked straight at the past: "How many years is the Republic of China now?"

"..."

Afu was stunned, Agui opened his mouth and answered the year nonchalantly. After answering, he felt that this question was very wrong, and asked, "Young master, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Behind the door, the young man on the low couch suddenly fell to the ground, blew out the candle, and then lay back on the couch, motionless.

"Less head of the house?"

Agui wanted to ask again, but Afu shook his head at him and whispered in a low voice: "Young master must be afraid and want to talk, don't be surprised, if he asks anything later, we'll just answer."

"……it is good."

Over there, Lin Xiuyuan was staring at the window in the dark, his face was numb.

After transmigrating to the mission world, he has memories about this world. Naturally, he knows how many years AD it is now, but he couldn't believe it at that time. He was too shocked, and even started to doubt his memory involuntarily, so he asked Ah Fu them.

Speaking of which, he himself hadn't noticed it before.

Six years ago in this world was actually the year when he died in the real world during the Republic of China.

He died six years ago, but he has forgotten everything about his life.

Lin Xiuyuan's mind had never been so confused.

No matter how much doubts and shocks there were, he didn't call the system to ask questions like before.

For the first time, he had doubts about this reincarnation mission.

Who is Qi Jue?

The man who bought the ghost house in the real world appeared in the portrait of a long time ago, and at this moment there is a ghost with the same face lying beside him...

At some point, a layer of cold sweat broke out on the forehead. He was about to wipe it off, but it was wiped off by an index finger through a glove in a blink of an eye.

Lin Xiuyuan looked up in a daze.

Chaos turned his gaze to the figure beside him.

The man was staring down at him.

That face, except for the red pupils in the eyes, was no different from the real Qi Jue who trembled when he approached.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and a second later, his wrist was pinched.

Huaiyang said in a hoarse voice, "You have to sleep before you touch me."

"..."

Of course I can't sleep now.

Lin Xiuyuan withdrew his hand, collected himself, and then looked at the ghostly handsome face, and made a decision at the moment - he had to catch the second master Huaifeng.

Unscrupulous, forced to ask about the letter and Qi Jue.

……

However, there was no knock on the door as expected.

All night.

Afu and Agui took turns sleeping for half the night, but Lin Xiuyuan didn't close his eyes at all, and when the sky was light, he opened the door and went out in a daze, saying he wanted to go back to sleep.

When he arrived at the brightly red dormitory, he jumped up and rolled in as if he had come home, and pulled open the bed curtain along the way, waving at the figure beside the bed.

After a while, the man lay on his side, encircling him like an enclosure.

Without saying a word, Lin Xiuyuan tore off his gloves, grabbed those cold and slender hands and closed his eyes.

This sleep was drowsy, and it was already afternoon when he woke up again. Ah Fu and Ah Gui had cooked dinner and knocked on the door to call him.

Lin Xiuyuan changed his clothes and went out to wash up, but he didn't have much appetite, so he wanted to go to the lotus pond in the backyard after eating something casually.

Afu and Agui had exactly this intention, three people would be safer than two people.

They took all the evil spirit items and led Lin Xiuyuan to the backyard.

That piece of lotus pond is not big, and there are indeed many aquatic plants, which are a bit exaggerated, and the depth of the water cannot be seen at all.

The three of them walked around the lotus pond, not to mention embroidered shoes, they couldn't even see a thread.

Lin Xiuyuan found a few long sticks, and poked them around the water to test them. The water level was not deep, and there was a lot of silt.

After tossing and tossing for a while, Afu and Agui, who was also stirring with a wooden stick at the water's edge, didn't pull out anything, but was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Lin Xiuyuan threw the stick and got up and said, "Stay away from here from now on."

Afu and Agui nodded at the same time: "We were in a hurry to tell you that day, just because we were afraid that you would not know where to run if you were the young master."

Lin Xiuyuan thought that he was definitely going to run this way, but with a look of fear on his face, he left first.

The three returned to the front yard, and Afu and Agui went to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner.

After entering the house, they only knew that the time after dark was dangerous, so they basically finished their dinner before dusk, and decided not to go out when it got dark.

While Afu and Agui were busy in the kitchen, Lin Xiuyuan went to the front hall with a basin of water.

The black wooden coffin was still placed in the center of the hall as before.

Lin Xiuyuan put down the water basin, went to the side of the altar first, stared at the portrait whose face was wiped off for a while, then turned around, calmed down, moved a high wooden chair swiftly, put the water basin on it, and stretched out his hand To push that heavy coffin lid.

He judged that when Huaiyang's ghost body was not around, it was basically recuperating in the coffin.

Sure enough, as soon as the coffin was pushed away, the corpse inside began to show resentment...

Lin Xiuyuan hurried over and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just here to scrub you."

His thinking is very simple, and ghosts are nothing more than that. If a corpse is not just a body, and can sleep and move, it is no different from a living person. A living person needs to be cleaned regularly, so of course this body also needs it.

Facing the gloomy gaze of the other party, he crawled into the coffin, smiled at him, and then hugged the stiff body and sat up.

When he hugged it, Qingzi's claws only moved slightly.

In those blood-colored eyes, the youthful smiling face was dimly reflected.

Perhaps because of the strong resentment of the corpse, there were no living things inside or outside the coffin, let alone bugs, but over the years, some dust would still accumulate in the corners of the coffin.

Lin Xiuyuan opened the entire coffin lid several times. He first wrung out the towel, climbed in and out to clean the coffin carefully, and finally took a bed bedding and laid a layer underneath.

Soft and comfortable to lie on.

The hideous and terrifying man looked at him silently with his eyelashes drooping.

Lin Xiuyuan talked to him non-stop while working.

"Do you have to go back here to sleep if you want to rest?"

"……Um."

"Huaiyang, you made so many clothes for me, why don't you make one for your body?"

"……Need not."

"Why don't you use it? See what the clothes look like? Forget it, I'll make them for you, but I'm not very good at sewing machines. You can teach me when the time comes..."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that? I really did it for you."

……

Touching Huaiyang's body will not faint. After Lin Xiuyuan wiped his body, he kept holding his hand and didn't leave. He sat side by side with him at the head of the coffin, with his back leaning on the wooden board.

Outside the hall is the golden afterglow of the evening.

Lin Xiuyuan put his arms around Huai Yang, looked at it for a while, then rested his head lightly on his shoulder, and said, "You feel cool, if it's summer, I'll definitely hug him and not let go."

The opponent's blood pupil shrank slightly, his thin lips moved, and suddenly said: "It's summer now."

"Have you forgotten the seasons? It's spring now, and you need to wear a few more coats when you go out."

After saying these words, he suddenly felt that the surrounding area was getting hotter.

The man's condensed eyes fixed on him: "It's summer."

"..."

As soon as he thought about it, he knew what was going on with the inexplicably changing temperature, and he got up slightly to look out, but luckily the scenery outside the hall didn't change much.

He didn't show any surprise, sat down and put his arms around the man again, muttering, "How can you still have this kind of ability? It's amazing."

Huaiyang glanced at him without saying a word.

He also kept silent.

After a while, the air became hotter and hotter, and a pair of claws clamped his hands: "It's summer."

Lin Xiuyuan turned his face away in a daze.

"It's summer."

He lowered his eyes, climbed over with both hands, and hugged the stiff body tightly: "Well, it's summer, I'm holding you, you're so cool."

The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his head drooped, resting on his shoulders.

"Don't leave me, Ohara."

The sky was getting dark, and most of the resentment in the coffin had dissipated. The young man suddenly bent down, pressed his blue forehead, and coaxed a ghoul like a child: "They say that if you touch your body, your ghost will linger. After touching it so much, you should be like a plaster that you can't even shake off!"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: --wait for the aurora --2 piece;

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