The night pushed away the last red light of the setting sun.

There are several lights of households in the town at the foot of the mountain. The eaves are low, the narrow streets are uneven bricks and stones, muddy puddles, and the sky is dark. Occasionally, a few barkings from a certain alley are heard.

Wow, wow, wow—

The dog barked wildly, and the misty streets were covered with yellow paper in the middle hole, which was stuck to the ground, and then trampled by the falling donkey hooves.

Lu Liangsheng and Taoist walked into the town with the old donkey. The window lattices with light were extinguished one after another, and they could hear the sound of the window lattices creaking in the darkness.

"What's going on? It's too early to rest at sunset?"

The Taoist looked around and was a little confused. After a moment, he punched him in the palm of his hand: "Is it because this town is haunted?!"

"I don't know, there is an inn in front. Let's go and stay in the hotel first and ask the store. If there is a ghost, I'll help the people here."

After resting here for a night, if there is a ghost who really causes trouble, helping the residents here to eliminate harm, it will not take many hours to do it.

There were lights in an inn ahead. Looking from a distance, it was a little pale. A shop guy was closing the door. Hearing the sound of a copper bell, he couldn't help but raise his face. A scholar with a white robe with apricot pattern came over, and there was a Taoist priest with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks bearded beside him.

The guy held the inn gate and poked his face out and asked in a low voice:

"What's the point of doing with you guys?"

When he approached the inn, Lu Liangsheng saw the big red lantern at the door, but it was two white paper lanterns with a big word "子" written on it.

It seems that there is something wrong at home. Although it is inconvenient, the town is not big. I guess it is only this inn. Lu Liangsheng still asked:

"I wonder if I can stay?"

"Two guests, no, the shopkeeper has had fun at home and has not opened for business these two days."

The guy looked up at the night sky, as if he was a little anxious. After saying this, he ran into the door. The Taoist grinned and rushed over and slapped hard: "So what about the funeral? I don't care about it, just have a bed!"

While shouting, Lu Liangsheng looked up and looked at the night sky along the shop guy's sight just now. The moonlight was cold, and a dark cloud slowly drifted away and covered a corner.

Nothing strange is that.

After thinking about it, he called Sun Yingxian, who was still calling the door there, pulled the old donkey and simply continued walking forward to see if there were any other inns.

From Jinzhou to Huaiyizhou to the north, they almost spent the two of them in the mountains and fields, and occasionally stayed in hotels, but that happened a few days ago.

"Isn't it just a funeral? We don't have to worry about moving the ground and having a bed."

"Maybe others are taboo."

After saying that, the street was almost gone, and there was no second inn in the dark. Lu Liangsheng smiled, turned over his sleeves and turned his back. It seemed that he would sleep outside for another night tonight.

"Old Lu, look at the other one is on the spot, let's go and borrow some sleep."

Following the direction the Taoist looked at, an old man was moving a bench in under the eaves of the street at the end of the street.

"Brother-in-law!"

Hearing a sudden call from him, the old man was startled, and instinctively stepped into the threshold and hid behind the door, poking out half of his face.

Seeing that they were two strangers, I felt a sigh of relief.

"Who are you two? Why do you call the old man?"

Although he spoke, he was still hiding behind the door, and he was almost like he would close the door if he was wrong.

"Of course, it's a good man."

The Taoist slapped the yellow cloth bag and rushed to the eaves of the house, arching his hand casually.

"I just want to discuss with my father-in-law whether I can borrow a sleeping place."

The lights in the house shone out of the door. The old man with his head wrapped around his head squinted his eyes and looked at the Taoist's appearance. His fat Taoist robe was wrapped around his thin body, like a monkey wearing clothes, and his hair was casually tied up, and he didn't look like a serious monk.

Wave your hand quickly.

"No, no, I don't have a bed for you."

"This father-in-law."

When the old man was about to close the door, Lu Liangsheng, who was leading the donkey outside the eaves, loosened the reins, stepped forward and bowed, and opened his mouth first.

"This Taoist priest traveled a long distance to Helingzhou. He passed by Guidi. He originally wanted to invest in the inn in front of him, but there was a funeral for the house and we had no place to go. When we saw that the father-in-law had not closed, he came to disturb him. The Taoist priest slept in the open for several days and was infected with a little cold. His tone was so bad that he was really sorry."

As he said that, he blinked at Sun Yingxian, who glared back and coughed a few times.

Hearing a few loud coughs, the door opposite opened a little more. When the old man saw that the person who was talking was dressed as a scholar, his tone was gentle and polite, he stepped back and took the oil lamp on the table and looked out of the door, took a look at the two of them and the donkey behind him. There were pots and bowls hanging on the bookshelf, and nodded and opened the door completely.

"Come in, the old man believes in you."

"Thank you, my father-in-law."

Lu Liangsheng bowed and held the old donkey and followed the old man around the eaves to the small door on the back. The old man held the oil lamp and watched him tie the donkey to the tree in the yard.

"Where did you two come from?"

"Yeah...Golden State."

Originally, he wanted to talk about Jiangnan, but because he didn't know his attitude towards the southerners, Lu Liangsheng casually talked about Jinzhou, tied the reins and patted the old donkey twice, gave a look of no nonsense, and followed the old man to the front room.

"This young man is careful when he enters the house, the threshold is a bit high."

When entering the house, the old man gave a special reminder and lowered the oil lamp to illuminate the scholar's feet. Lu Liangsheng paid attention to this threshold. The threshold is a bit different from the old wood, but the color on the upper section is darker and it is obviously nailed to it.

"Brother-in-law, why is your threshold so high?"

The house is spacious. In addition to the kitchen and this room, there are two doors not far away. There is a wooden ladder leading to the attic on the right wall. It's just a few years. I think it would be a family with a lot of money in a few years, or more than ten years ago.

The oil lamp was placed on the table, and the lamp was swaying. The Taoist took the teapot from the old man and poured two glasses of water. The old man walked over and brought the bench over and invited the two to sit down.

"Not only my family is tall, but also several nearby villages, and the threshold for every household is high."

The Taoist became interested in the strange things among the people. He liked to listen to them quite a bit, so he poured a glass of water for the old man and handed them over.

"What's there to say?"

"Oh, what can I say? It's not a warning..." The old man's voice stopped, hesitated for a moment, and looked at the door leading to the outside, and there was no plug in the door.

After a while, he spoke: "You two are foreigners. Are you here for the first time? There were many caravans here before, but now they rarely come. You two young people really don't ask before you come."

"Why are you haunted? A male ghost or a female ghost? Look at what I am like?"

Sun Yingxian shook his Taoist robe, then took out a few pieces of talisman paper from the yellow cloth bag and patted it on the table: "Where are ghosts? Take this Tao and keep it for you to be obedient."

The old man looked at the Taoist, then at the yellow talisman on the table, and shook his head: "It would be fine if it was a ghost, but Taoist priest, that thing...ah, the old man doesn't know how to talk about it."

Lu Liangsheng frowned slightly. He was not a ghost, could he be a demon?

"Don't worry, just say it. Anyway, I'm passing by, just listen to strange stories. If you meet a master outside in the future, please help you solve the disaster."

The oil lamp sways, and moths are flying around the bean-sized lights at night, and the old man sighs.

"Then I'll just treat you to chat with you to relieve your boredom. The young master and the Taoist priest didn't know that the town was still fine before. Since the war, the war has been in chaos. After the fall of Qi, strange things have come out. The radius of twenty or thirty miles around the town is around the radius of twenty or thirty miles. Any dead people who do funerals at home and stop in the mourning hall suddenly get up in the middle of the night and suck the guards."

The dead man got up? This is the first time Lu Liangsheng has heard of it for so long that he has heard of it. Could it be that he is a zombie?

His eyes turned to the Taoist, who understood, and his fingers quickly calculated under the table, and then quietly shook at Lu Liangsheng, which roughly meant:

There is no corpse-raising ground where yin energy gathers around here.

Seeing that the two of them had little surprise expressions, the old man thought they didn't believe it, so he sat there and smiled bitterly.

"I didn't believe the old man before. The houses they live in are now, but they were built in time at that time. There was also a virtuous wife in the family. One son. Ten years ago, the old wife died of illness. The son saw that I was old and weak and refused to let me keep my soul..."

The voice paused, and continued to speak slightly.

"... But when I woke up in the morning, my old son looked blue and his body was already stiff, and his wife was sitting under the tree in the yard outside the room."

The night outside was dark, and the three of them were talking around the shabby square table, and the barking of dogs in the town occasionally sounded, and the wind blew from the end of the street.

The white lanterns on both sides of the inn shook gently with candlelight.

Rush rust...

The branches and leaves of old trees in the backyard of the inn swing across the eaves, and the dusk lights in the room with white cloth were illuminated. In the middle of the main hall, a figure wearing a mourning dress was lying on his face, with white cloth covered with faces.

Apart from a curtain, the shop guy slept on a temporary pieced wooden board covered with a quilt, instead of the shopkeeper's watch, staring at the mourning hall with candles behind the curtain with trembling trembling.

Huhu...

The wind squeezed into the crack of the door, and the candlelight was clearly extinguished. The white cloth covering the face of the corpse in the mourning hall was lifted up and down in the wind.
Chapter completed!