When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei WuXian glanced around and made sure that the nonsense they were talking about was not heard by the passers-by before he let go of his hand: “I know.”

Lan Zhan: “…”

Wei WuXian sighed: "Forget it, you are still a child, I won't talk to you so much."

Lan Zhan: “…”

Wei WuXian took his hand and asked, "Where are we going?"

Lan Zhan stared at him and gradually lowered his eyelids. Where to go? He really hadn't thought about it yet. He ran out just because he didn't want to be caught by the big Lan Zhan who found a way. After all, if he was caught, he might disappear completely.

He didn't want to disappear, especially after feeling Wei Wuxian's eagerness.

He really didn't believe that Lan Wangji could find him so quickly.

Wei WuXian had no idea what he was thinking, but he sensed that his expression was growing gloomy, so he took the lead in pulling him forward, and the two of them wandered aimlessly on the streets of Yunping City.

Lan Zhan held his hand tightly, like an insecure child who was worried that he would run away.

I have to say that Lan Zhan with this consciousness is very good at creating a sense of contrast. He took off his outer shirt on the boat just now and was like a leopard waiting to hunt at any time, ready to go.

And now, Wei WuXian could see him lowering his head with his head drooping if he slightly turned his head. Besides looking a little depressed, he looked like a good puppy.

Unconsciously, Wei WuXian felt his heart soften. He really wanted to touch his head, so he touched it with his hand: “What are you thinking about?”

Lan Zhan looked up at him gloomily, as if he wanted to say something. After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't say it, so he lowered his head again.

Seeing this, Wei WuXian's heart trembled. After a few seconds, he heard him say, "Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian: “Hmm?”

“It’s okay.” After saying that, he took Wei Wuxian’s hand and walked forward.

The streets of Yunping City are prosperous, and are in no way inferior to the market in Lianhuawu. The bustling sounds of hawkers are endless.

The two had not eaten the whole morning. Lan Zhan pulled him into a restaurant. As soon as they entered, they saw that the restaurant was packed with people. Perhaps it was because it was noon and there were more people eating.

The two went to other houses and it was the same everywhere. As they walked, they came to a very familiar place.

The scene in front of me is dilapidated, the walls seem to be crumbling, and the building is surrounded by fallen leaves. Although it is in the city, it looks particularly desolate.

It is particularly out of place with the previous street scenery.

Next to this building there was an inn with its door wide open. Unlike the previous inn which was bustling with business, they stood here for a long time, but no one came in or out.

As soon as the two walked in, they saw a deserted scene. The waiter was standing in front of the counter with his head down, looking sleepy. Instead, an elderly man came up to them.

"Are you two here to stay overnight or to stay in the hotel?"

Wei WuXian looked around the inn. Although it was deserted with no guests, the furnishings were kept in perfect order and spotless. “Boss, your environment looks pretty good. Why is it so deserted? I see the street next door is packed with people.”

Speaking of this, the boss sighed deeply and was hesitating whether to say it or not. If he said it, he was worried that the customers would run away, but if he didn't say it, he would feel guilty.

Wei WuXian noticed his hesitation and jokingly asked, “Could it be that, Boss, your store is haunted?”

"You are joking, sir." The boss saw that the two men had extraordinary temperaments, and it was obvious that they were not comparable to ordinary people. After thinking about it, he said it was better. Customers also have the right to know: "It's not our store that is haunted, it's the dilapidated temple next door."

Lan Zhan: "What do you mean?"

The boss gave a general account of the situation.

"Back then, a group of immortal cultivators captured a demon here and buried him a hundred meters underground, saying that this would ensure peace here for a hundred years. But what others don't know is that although this place is peaceful, the residents living near this temple can hear the shrill cries inside every night."

Wei WuXian asked, “Has it always been like this since then?”

The boss scratched his head and said, "It seems so and it seems not so. Anyway, this happened a long time ago. It should have appeared within a week after the demon was suppressed."

Lan Zhan asked, "Why don't you report this to the immortal cultivation family stationed here?"

"We did. Our Yunping City belongs to Yunmeng, so we reported it to the branch of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan stationed here. But after all, we only had ghosts and miserable cries at night. Everything was normal during the day. Moreover, the crying in the temple was only scary at night. No one was hurt, so the matter was left unresolved."

"Later, the crying really affected our livelihood. Gradually, we had no customers. Many shops around here closed down. Now I am the only one who insists on staying here."

Wei WuXian asked: “Why don’t you leave? Aren’t you afraid?”

The boss said: "Of course I was afraid, but as time went by, I didn't really encounter any strange things, so I gradually became less afraid."

The boss took them to see his inn, which was cleaned up everywhere. "This is my ancestors' legacy. Business was always good in the early years. No one expected these things to happen. Besides, I'm old, and people always miss the past. Since no one died, I have nothing to be afraid of. I just want to guard this house until the end."

After saying these words, the boss looked at the two of them without any intention of keeping them.

Wei WuXian said, “Boss, let’s get a room.

The boss was instantly surprised when he heard this: "Aren't you afraid?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “To be honest, we just like sleeping in these stimulating houses.”

The boss gave him a thumbs up and said: "Young people are full of courage. How many rooms do you plan to buy?

Wei WuXian blurted out, “Two.” He originally wanted two so that it would be more convenient for him to do whatever he wanted, but Lan Zhan got there first, and their voices collided, “One.”

Boss: “Ah?”

Wei WuXian glanced at him and repeated, “Two.”

Lan Zhan: “One room.”

The boss was confused by the two of them and didn't know who to listen to.

Seeing that he was determined not to change his words, Lan Zhan glanced at him calmly: "Do you have money?"

“I…” This question really hit Wei WuXian’s vital point. He had no money, and his pockets were cleaner than his face. He was penniless. He just laughed awkwardly and said, “Let’s take a room. We can sleep together. I’m scared to sleep alone.”

"..." He really didn't realize it. The boss smiled and said, "One room is fine. Our bed is big, more than enough for two people to sleep in."