Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

"Axue, why do you think Mr. Baohe hasn't come back yet?" Seeing that it was past noon and Mr. Baohe hadn't come back, Liu Zian couldn't help feeling a little anxious, "Didn't you say that the funeral should be done before the sky is bright? It's getting dark now gone."

"Although the days are short now, it's only after noon, so how can it get dark so soon?" Fang Xue found it very funny to see Liu Zi'an wandering around in the yard, "Besides, the street The mourning and joy stopped, and I am afraid that the husband will have to work for a while before he can come back."

"But it's been a long time." Liu Zian said sullenly while lying on the table, and then he stood up abruptly as if he suddenly thought of something, "You don't think Mr. got lost on the way back, did you?" ?!"

Fang Xue's expression turned cold when she heard this. Although she didn't get along with her for a long time, she had really experienced Mr. Baohe's stray syndrome, and it was indeed a bit evil.

"However, if uncle is really lost, we can't find him with the strength of the two of us." Fang Xue saw Liu Zian raised his leg and was about to walk out the door, so she quickly grabbed his sleeve and said , "Why don't you listen to him and wait for him obediently here. Otherwise, if we go out on the front foot and he comes back on the back foot, shouldn't we be in a hurry?"

Liu Zian scratched his head and felt that what Fang Xue said made sense, but he was still worried about Mr., so he said, "Why don't I go out and look for it, and you wait here for Mr. to come back?"

Fang Xue was actually a little worried, so she nodded in agreement when she saw what Liu Zian said.

However, as soon as Liu Zian arrived at the gate, he bumped into Mr. Baohe who was returning in a hurry.

"Did something happen?" Mr. Baohe asked Liu Zian as he was in a hurry and thought he was in a hurry.

"Sir!" Liu Zian threw himself on Mr. Baohe, knocking him staggeringly, "I thought you got lost again."

"How can it be so easy to get lost..." Mr. Baohe said in awe, "And you are waiting for me here, even if I really get lost, I will try my best to find it back."

Liu Zian wrapped his arms around Mr. Baohe, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder and said "um".

"Okay, let go. I was afraid that you were in a hurry, so I ran back without eating. Is there any food at home?" Mr. Baohe gently broke away from Liu Zian's arms and asked.

"There are still a few pieces of mooncakes that Mr. Xing sent last time." Fang Xue said, and secretly gave Liu Zian a wink, implying that this is a good opportunity for him to beg Mr. Baohe.Liu Zian understood, and happily went to the kitchen to get food.

"Moon cakes...it's going to be fifteen soon." Mr. Baohe suddenly felt emotional, "It's the day of reunion."

"Uncle." Fang Xue called out, her eyes were red for some reason, "Today is fifteen."

"Is it today?" Mr. Baohe was a little embarrassed. To be honest, he was so busy and dizzy during this time that he really didn't pay attention to what day it was today.

"Yeah." Fang Xue nodded.

"Then it's time to clean up..." Mr. Baohe recalled the agreement and said.

"Where are you going?" Liu Zian came back from the kitchen to get some food, just in time to hear their conversation.

"Ghost Bridge. When we met last time, we made an appointment with Mr. Bai to meet there on the night of the full moon." Mr. Baohe was so hungry that he picked up a piece of mooncake and said while eating.

"Sir, eat slowly." Liu Zian poured a glass of water for Mr. Baohe, and handed it to him, "Then Mr. Xing, don't you want to eat?"

"It's not short, but there's no time to eat when you're so busy." Mr. Baohe took the water and took a big sip, "Don't be idle, both of you, go and pack your things. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat when we come back from the ghost bridge." We have to get back on the road.”

"Sir, why did I hear someone say that the woodcarver surnamed Bai is dead." Liu Zian told Mr. Baohe the news he heard from the restaurant some time ago.

Mr. Baohe frowned, and was about to say something when Fang Xue looked straight at him.Her lips were trembling, and tears were welling in her eyes, as if anyone who said a word could burst into tears in an instant.

"I've heard about this too, but I haven't heard it mentioned in Xingfu...Maybe it's a misinformation from outside?" Mr. Baohe paused, then continued, "Anyway, let's go and have a look first. Whether Mr. Bai is still alive or not, we will know when the time comes."

Although Liu Zian didn't really want to go to the ghost bridge, he also knew that Fang Xue had been looking forward to this day with all his heart these days, so he compromised.

The sun was setting and the fog was filling the air.The three of them walked cautiously along the beast path, taking care not to trip over the roots of the trees protruding from the ground.

Looking at the almost identical scene in front of him, Liu Zian seemed to have returned to the past in a daze.

"Sanqi..." He murmured the name.

"Brother Zi'an, what did you say?" Fang Xue felt that she heard Liu Zian muttering something just now, but she didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing." Liu Zian said.

He can't say that he thought of the scene of the first murder...

"If you can't let it go, go and worship him later." Mr. Baohe said as he walked, carefully pushing aside the messy branches for the people behind him.

Liu Zian glanced at Mr. Baohe in astonishment, and thought to himself, why is Mr. Baohe like a roundworm in his stomach, he knows what he thinks? !

"Who do you worship?" Fang Xue asked.

"Another old friend." Mr. Baohe replied.

Fang Xue nodded and didn't ask any more questions.In fact, all she can think about now is Swiss francs, and she can't tolerate anything else.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the three of them saw the shadow of the covered bridge in the thick fog.It extends horizontally into the air from one side of the cliff, and finally hides in the depths of the mist.

"Where does this bridge lead to?" Fang Xue murmured.However, the sound was too small, and soon drifted into the wind, and no one heard it.

"Ahh—!" Liu Zian sneezed, "Sir——, let's just stand in the air and wait for him—?!"

"What else can I do—? Do you know of any shelter from the wind near here—?" Mr. Baohe also felt that the wind here was a bit too noisy, but there was no better way.

"There's no wind on the bridge—!" Liu Zian remembered that when he stepped on the covered bridge, there was no wind on the bridge.

"What—?" Mr. Baohe felt that he heard Liu Zian say that he was going to the bridge just now... It must be because of the strong wind that he misheard.

"I said——there is no wind on the bridge—" Liu Zian repeated what he had said.To be honest, he just felt that the wind was terrifyingly noisy, and the movement was like thousands of birds flapping their wings at the same time.

"Go to the bridge—!" Mr. Baohe's eyes inadvertently glanced at the way they came, his face suddenly changed, he shouted, and then quickly rushed up the bridge and disappeared into the thick white mist.

Fang Xue was standing at the head of the bridge just now, and when she saw Mr. Baohe getting on the bridge, she followed.Now, among the three of them, only Liu Zian was left standing in a mess in the wind.

"Why do I have a feeling of being abandoned..." Liu Zian said in peace.

However, before he had time to feel sad, Mr. Baohe rushed out of the white fog again, took his arm and ran towards the bridge, saying as he ran, "Are you deaf, kid?! Get on the bridge quickly!" !"

When he got to the bridge, Liu Zian was already out of breath. He didn't know why Mr. Baohe came to the bridge in such a hurry.

"Sir, why are you running so fast! Besides, aren't you afraid of the ghost on this bridge?"

Before Mr. Baohe could open his mouth, he heard the sound of "ta, da" footsteps in the distance, and then a hoarse voice said: "Everyone, I have been waiting here for a long time. I hope the little guy I sent to lead the way didn't scare you."

Mr. Baohe's complexion suddenly became even uglier.

The little guy who leads the way? ! !That is a large group of vampire bats! ! !Look at their menacing appearance, if they run slower, they will die! ! !

"Do you think the person here is Mr. Bai?" Fang Xue tugged Liu Zian's sleeve and asked softly.

Liu Zian shook his head, to be honest he didn't understand the situation.When he came last time, there were obviously only people who drowned in that accident on this bridge.

"Hey! Who are you talking about?" Liu Zian asked.

There was no answer from the other side, but the footsteps continued. "Tap, tap, tap" is particularly abrupt on the silent bridge deck.The three of them involuntarily slowed down their breathing, staring at the white mist in front of them.

Faintly, a figure appeared in the thick fog ahead, it was the woodcarver.It's just that compared with the previous days, the woodcarver looked much older and haggard, skinny, like a mummy.

"You are..." Mr. Baohe looked him up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on the two wooden vases in his hands.They had seen one of them before, it was the "Wooden Carving Girl" he carved for the old city lord; the other was so dark that the raw material could not be seen, but the person who carved it knew it was the old city lord.

The woodcarver grinned, grinned his glaringly red lips in a strange manner, and said, "I can't give this to you, they are all my treasures." As he spoke, he caressed the two vases of woodcarving with his fingertips.

Liu Zian felt a little chilly, and felt that this person looked like a pervert.Especially the red lips, they are exactly the same as those of the painter Bai!Wait...red lips? !

Liu Zian suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened in horror, he pointed at the woodcarver and was speechless for a while.

"you you……"

"Zian! Mr. Baohe gave him a soft drink, and turned to the woodcarver, "Mr. Bai, we only want to know about the sachet."

"Okay, okay, I was just about to tell you about this." The woodcarver said.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the four of them fell into a bewildered silence.

"You said it!" Liu Zian couldn't hold back at first, "You asked us to come here, but you didn't say anything, what on earth are you going to do?!"

The woodcarver glanced at him and said, "It's a long story, how can I tell you if you don't ask me?"

After hearing this, Liu Zian and Mr. Baohe looked at Fang Xue together.

"Well, how did you get this sachet?" Fang Xue asked a little timidly.

"Others gave it to me, and asked me to pass it on to his little lover, saying that it was to let the other party stop waiting for him."

"Then why didn't he come and tell me in person? Did he not want to see me?"

"I don't know if he wants to see you or not, but judging by his appearance at that time, he probably wants to see you, but he probably won't be able to walk in front of you."

……

After some conversation, the three learned that the woodcarver in front of them was actually the painter Bai who had disappeared that year.At that time, he wanted to commit suicide, so he died, but a strange person happened to pass by and rescued him.Afterwards, the passer-by heard Bai Shi narrate what the old city lord had done, and felt extremely indignant, so he gave him a booklet, which described this "heart carving" craft.

Of course, this heart carving is far from as simple as he showed in the old city lord's mansion. It is said that those who really master the art of carving hearts can turn dead things into living things, so that everything has a heart of its own. Feelings of joy, anger, sorrow, and fear.However, Master Bai was eager for revenge at the time, so he didn't study it carefully, and only learned one branch of it, which is "changing hearts".

The so-called "heart-changing", as the name suggests, is to take out the heart of a living person, and then put in the heart carved by oneself. In this way, the person whose heart is changed will not die immediately, but will become a clone of the heart-carving person .However, this method of "changing hearts" is easier said than done. At the beginning, Master Bai arrested several groups of strong young men, but failed so many times before he succeeded in this case.And Fang Xue's lover was one of those people he captured.

"Then... Swiss Franc now..." Fang Xue asked cautiously.She now has an almost instinctive fear of the man in front of her.It's no wonder, who would feel weak when he saw such a perverted murderer standing in front of him?

"I'm really not sure what's going on now, but he wasn't dead when I left. He thought I was his comrade in arms, so he entrusted the things to me." Painter Bai replied.

"Then, can you tell us where he is now?" Mr. Baohe asked a crucial question.

"Again, I'm not sure where he is now, but when I left, he was in the Emerald Palace."

"Emerald Palace?" Mr. Baohe has long claimed to be well-informed, but he has never heard of this "Emerald Palace".

"The Emerald Palace has no fixed location, it is constantly moving..."

There was a little light in the sky, and it was almost dawn, and the originally solid bridge began to rattle.

"Sir, it's almost dawn..." Liu Zian reminded Mr. La Baohe by tugging on his sleeve.

"You take Axue back first, and I'll be there later." Mr. Baohe tried his best to speak in a calm voice.To be honest, he was also afraid that the bridge would sound like this, but if they didn't know the exact location of the Emerald Palace, then what's the point of their coming here?

"Okay." Liu Zi'an paused, and replied, with lowered eyes, unable to see the expression.

It may be due to the extra force exerted on the bridge by the running of Liu Zian and Fang Xue when they left. Mr. Baohe only felt that the bridge shook more than before, and he had to hold on to the railings on both sides to barely Stay in shape.

"Why don't you tell me a general location, such as where it often appears." Mr. Baohe said extremely fast, but his body remained motionless as if standing still.In fact, he had an illusion at the moment, always felt that as long as he moved a little, the bridge would collapse in an instant, and then they would all fall into the abyss.

"This, probably in the desert." Painter Bai leaned leisurely on the railing, as if he couldn't feel the vibration of the bridge at all, thought for a while, and replied.

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