Little Mr. is one hundred years old

In the dark tomb, there was a loud snore.In the corner, there was a red lamp. Beside the lamp, squatted a thin figure. He carefully cut the flower with scissors. After cutting, he covered the lampshade, put down the scissors, and quietly turned his head to look at the huge sarcophagus. After confirming that the owner in the sarcophagus was asleep, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he got up from the ground and slowly floated out of the main tomb——

The main tomb, the side tomb, the front tomb, the cloister, the tomb passage... He is very familiar with this road.

All the way from the tomb passage to the stone door of the tomb chamber, he went straight through the tomb door.

The figure that appeared under the moonlight was wearing a black gown with long braids, just like Qing Dynasty's dress—and his pale complexion could not hide his delicate and delicate features, especially those unusually agile eyes.

This is not the first time he has sneaked out of the tomb to play - it is boring to stay in the tomb all the time, he likes to come out to see the outside world, to see what the villagers are doing, sometimes secretly when people offer sacrifices Eat those things—anyway, the ghosts around here are either eaten by the owner or driven away, and he will do it for him if there is no ghost to enjoy... Normally, he is invisible, but sometimes he will play tricks and show up to scare people ...

If he hadn't been serving the master at that time, he might have been eaten by the master...

I haven't been out for the past few days, and the outside...is about to turn into water...It seems that it has been raining...

The moon shone down, and the shadow in the water flickered, as if it had been cut into pieces.

At this time, he smelled a smell, the smell of incense... and a lot... His eyes lit up, and he licked his lips - there was something delicious again.

He followed the scent and came to a house - he remembered that this house was a big family in the village, and there were a lot of delicious food during the sacrifice... He almost visited all these houses in the village , but what he can remember are those who have delicious food...

Huh?nobody?

He went all the way through the gate, but he didn't see a single person, not even a cat or a dog, which was really strange—but he saw a table of things placed in the main hall—scent candles and offerings were all available.

Anyway, no one could see him, so he went in to eat openly - braised pork feet in braised sauce, sweet and sour carp, twice-cooked pork, lion head, steamed cured meat...all his favorite foods...he would definitely not eat these in the tomb something.

He sat on the chair with a big face, and started to eat—it was delicious... The cooking skills of the big family are good, and it would be great if there are often sacrifices in the future...

He ate contentedly, and drank a jug of wine on the table. After he finished enjoying the incense, he wiped his mouth and was about to leave when he heard coughing from a room inside...

After thinking about it, driven by curiosity, he still decided to take a look—the door was ajar—but even if it was closed, it couldn't stop him from going in.

He walked through the door, the light in the room was off

, only the curtains were drawn, and the moonlight shone in from the outside. There was a man standing in front of the window with his back to him. He seemed to be unwell and was coughing...

Is it from this family?

He slowly floated over, trying to see the person's front clearly. When he was about to approach the person, he suddenly felt something blocked in front of him. He was bounced back and sat on the ground, accompanied by Tiny bells.

The man turned his head—but because of the backlight, he still couldn’t see his face, but his eyes were very bright in the dark—

With a "click", the light turned on, and the dazzling light made him quickly cover his eyes. After getting used to it, he took his hand away, only to see that there was a red line in front of him. Standing behind a small bell—he looked up, and saw that person standing in front of him—his dress was different from those in the village...his face...was pretty...

only……

Does he seem to be able to see himself? ! ! !

When he looked down, he actually appeared!Why... Could it be the red line...

Seeing the hand stretched out to him - slender and powerful, but a little pale... It seems that the body is not very good...

He avoided the man's hand, shrank back himself, Carp straightened up—then made a grimace at the man—it was really a grimace, the face was completely distorted, the eyes were blood red, and they became as big as copper bells, The mouth also became a bloody mouth, the fangs were exposed, and the tongue became longer...

If ordinary people saw him like this and ran away in fright, they would definitely scream out—however, that person didn’t react at all, and looked at him calmly—he thought about it, and his neck stretched enough For several meters, it circled around that place several times like a snake's body, until it got close to him, but the man still didn't respond...

He suddenly felt bored, retracted his neck, and his face returned to its original appearance——

"You... aren't afraid?" he asked the man.

The man shook his head and looked at him: "Qing Huan, finally, I found you."

"Qing... Huan?" He widened his eyes in doubt: "You are calling me?"

"Yes."

He immediately said, "My name is not Qing Huan."

"Then what's your name?"

"I..." He was stunned—yes, what's his name?He doesn't know, and the master never calls his name...he doesn't even know what his own name is...

"Your name is Qing Huan, Bai Qinghuan." The man said with certainty.

"We know each other?" He looked at the man dubiously.

"Yes."

"But I don't remember."

"You don't remember now, I will help you retrieve your memory." The man reached out to him again: "Qing Huan, I'm here to take you back."

"Go back..." He looked confused: "Where are you going back?"

"go home."

"Go home..." He was about to say something more, but he felt a throbbing pain in his head, as if someone was chanting a spell—"Master, master is looking for me...I'm leaving..."

"clear……"

The man wanted to say something, but the ghost in front of him dissipated like smoke—he clenched his fists, coughed a few times, and shouted to the door: "Come in."

The three people outside the door came in quickly.

"Did he drink that wine?" he asked.

"Half drunk."

He nodded: "That thing doesn't last long, we have to track it down and find it as soon as possible."

"Yes."

At this time, the ghosts who had rushed back to the tomb were kneeling in the main tomb to plead guilty——

"Master, I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have run out without authorization."

There are several red lanterns floating in the tomb, and the lanterns are burning will-o'-the-wisps.The tomb was brightly lit, and on the huge coffin, sat the "man" wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, with flower feathers on his head, a pair of court boots on his feet, and a complete court bead on his neck... He He looked about fifty years old, but his complexion was so pale that he had applied many layers of powder, his face was too stiff to make any expression, only his gray eyeballs could move—it turned out to be a zombie.

He opened his mouth and let out a piercing "roar" sound—it seemed to be a warning.

The ghost on the ground kowtowed: "Master, I really know I was wrong."

The zombie on the coffin jumped up, jumped from the coffin in front of the ghost, sniffed the scent: "Hoho——"

The ghost raised his hand and smelled it: "Smell? There is no smell..." Could it be that the smell of the food he just ate is still there...