hearse drift

After running all the way back to the yard, Zhu Yicheng stopped and supported the wall to calm his breath: "Huh... I was scared to death. What is that shadow? Could it be that Mr. Gui is a strange species?"

"What kind of strange species?" Zhao Xiaotong recalled the scene he saw just now, and guessed: "Maybe he was possessed by a ghost."

Having said that, Fang Li still had doubts.

"The butler also has problems," Fang Li recalled. "When he walked into the backyard, he could see that his legs and feet were very agile."

He always remembered that after the butler entered the room, the shadow on the window returned to normal.

The old housekeeper is already very old, so could he be the insider of Awen's incident back then?

With such doubts in mind, Fang Li looked at the butler a few more times during dinner.

The old butler had gray hair and a kind smile on his wrinkled face.

It seemed that the housekeeper didn't know about the few of them sneaking into the backyard in the evening.

Fang Li tried his best to avoid the possibility of staring at him, and observed him between grilling rice.

He didn't know if it was due to psychological factors, but he always felt that there was a subtle sense of disobedience in the old housekeeper, but when he looked carefully, he really couldn't see anything.

This feeling is not quite the same as what Mu Jin and Fu Zeren gave him when he was in Tianshen Town. Mu Jin and the others are a kind of deja vu, because they used to be real people.As for the old butler, there was nothing human about him. Fang Li could be sure that he was an npc, and an unpleasant one at that.

He was fascinated by the question, when there was a crisp sound next to him.

Xiao Ke stood up in a panic. She just thought the glass cup on the table was very beautiful, and couldn't help but want to touch it.

As a result, when he got up, his sleeves swept all the dishes in front of him to the ground.

The bowl shattered into pieces, and the soup splashed all over her.

Xiao Ke stood by the side with an embarrassing face, until the old housekeeper came over thoughtfully and handed her a handkerchief.

"Miss, please follow me here to clean up."

He made a "please" gesture in the direction of the back room, where there was a screen.

The four beauties are painted on the screen. I don't know which painter it is from. The charm of the four beauties is vividly painted.It seemed that the four beauties in the painting were about to walk off the painting in the next second.

Just looking at it, Xiao Ke swallowed back the refusal before she could say it.

"Okay, trouble."

She followed the butler and left the hall. The others just thought it was a little episode just now, and continued to enjoy the food on the table after the butler led the people away.

Zhu Yicheng was also eating. At noon, he couldn't eat because of the old housekeeper's gaze. At night, he was beaten back to his original shape by the delicious food.

"Why don't you eat?" Seeing Fangli put down his chopsticks, Zhu Yicheng took the time to ask him.

"Did you see just now..." Fang Li turned his head to look at him, hesitantly said: "Forget it, it's nothing, I'm full."

When the old housekeeper handed Xiao Ke a handkerchief just now, Fang Li finally discovered the irregularities in him.

No problem can be seen in other parts, because the hands that violate the most are the hands of the old housekeeper.

A man, aged, with the skin on his face like dried orange peel.For such an old man, his hands are as fair and smooth as a young man in his twenties without any wrinkles.

After Fang Li put the old housekeeper on the danger list in his heart, Xiao Ke came back.

She didn't look anything out of the ordinary except for being a little absent-minded.

Fang Li also noticed that when she sat down, her movements were a little stiff, as if she hadn't moved her body for a long time, and when she bent her knees, she could even hear the crackling of her bones.

After dinner, everyone went back to the house to wash and sleep.

When Zhu Yicheng entered the door with water in his hand, he caught a sharp glimpse of two furtive figures slipping out in the dark.

He told Fang Li about this discovery, and Fang Li said clearly, "I guess he went out to find clues."

There are many veterans in this dungeon, so when it got dark, I thought I might find something by going out for a walk.

"Aren't we going?" Zhu Yicheng asked.

Fang Li raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Do you want to go?"

"Forget it," Zhu Yicheng sat down by the window, "I don't want to."

Besides, didn't you see them all in the evening? The one with the shadow problem is Mr. Gui. When it dawns, we can start investigating from Mr. Gui.

Fang Li sat on the edge of the bed and thought for a while, then got up, and took out the note he got the night before from his bag.

"It's hard to speak when you have something in your mouth, and you can go home if you can't get out." He repeated the sentence on the note several times.

Zhu Yicheng said lazily from the side: "This sentence is about Awen and the scholar. Maybe the ghost has been waiting for the scholar to come back after Awen hanged herself."

Fang Li murmured, such an explanation was indeed somewhat reasonable.

"Go to sleep, you don't think about food and drink after you come in, I don't worry about you." Zhu Yicheng reached out and touched Fang Li's waist, "If you lose weight, brother Yuan can't blame me when you go back."

When mentioning Xie Baiyuan, Fang Li subconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth.

Part of the reason for his impatience was indeed Xie Baiyuan, he wanted to see that person sooner.

Xie Baiyuan is not in good health. If he can make a wish on the train, he hopes that his lover can have a healthy body.

Just like the wish he made in Water God Village back then, what he hoped at that time was that Xie Baiyuan would never get hurt.

So love is really a magical thing, it can make a contented person become "greedy".

Before going to sleep, Zhu Yicheng still said that if something happened in the middle of the night, Fang Li must wake him up.

Fang Li murmured, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a small snoring sound coming from beside him.

"..." This brat usually looks the least courageous, but when he actually entered the dungeon, he was the most nervous.

I don't know if this counts as a blessing for stupid people.

Fang Li sighed inwardly, covered the quilts on the two of them, closed his eyes and soon fell into sleep.

In the middle of the night, there was another strong wind blowing outside.

This year's winter seems to have come very early, the cold wind blows, and the pure white snow falls from the sky, piling up on the ground one by one.

Snow is extreme. It looks pure and innocent, but in fact it can hide the dirt most.

Fang Li shuddered, suddenly woke up from the cold.

He poked his head out of the bed and looked around with dazed eyes.

Strangely, he seemed to be back before his eyesight recovered, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly.

While his vision was disturbed, his hearing became particularly sensitive.

He heard a rustling sound from outside, it was very soft, as if someone was walking outside, but it sounded different from ordinary footsteps.

Soon, Fang Li realized that it seemed to be the sound of a person stepping on the snow.

The sound got closer and closer, and finally, it stopped outside their room.

The door of the room was opened from the outside, and the cold wind rushed in, making Fang Li tremble.

He seemed to see a white awning outside the house, with a thick layer of snow accumulated.

A person walked in from the outside, but he couldn't see his face clearly, only his thin figure.

As if the man brought in the ice and snow from outside, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a few points.

Fang Li tried to open his eyes. He felt that he should wake Zhu Yicheng up, but he didn't do anything.

His current state is very strange... His whole body is weak, and his upper and lower eyelids are inextricably fighting. The scene in front of him makes him unable to tell whether it is a dream or reality.

There is a dressing table in the room, and a bronze mirror is placed on the dressing table.

With his back turned to him, the man sat down in front of the dressing table and began to carefully trace his eyebrows in the mirror.