Daoist, I am not fragrant!

"I saw the weather was bad just now, and when I was rushing to find an umbrella, I got separated from the steward who was leading the way. I was anxious to find a place to hide from the rain. I didn't expect to meet you again, Daoist."

Zhong Tang smiled and bent his eyebrows, the rain flowed down his drenched black hair, and also flowed over his pale cheeks, making people very affectionate for no reason.

Li Bizhi stood in front of the door, his eyes stayed on his face, then he looked away, and said in a cold voice: "This place is not suitable for sheltering from the rain."

Zhong Tang laughed again, his reddened eyes slightly raised, he looked at Li Bizhi and said seriously: "The Daoist is here, so why should there be any inappropriateness?"

At this moment, Huang Li'er poked his head out of his embrace and meowed softly. The man and the cat stood in the rain, looking up at Li Bizhi.

After a while, Li Bizhi turned sideways, made a way in front of the door, and left behind three words that seemed to have no warmth: "Come in."

Zhong Tang entered according to his words, and shut the door from the unstoppable rain. When he looked again, he saw that old butler Song had already fainted in the corner from fright. He didn't give any more care, got up and walked back to the old man Zhao's body, and lifted the white cloth with one hand.

Even though the shroud had been dispelled before, when the shroud was lifted, Zhong Tang still felt as if he could smell a strong rancid stench, and immediately saw the mutilated and bloody corpse of old man Zhao under the white cloth.

There is not a piece of intact flesh in his whole body, the blood-stained tendons and wrist bones are just exposed, the lips are no longer on the vainly opened mouth, and the tongue between the teeth has been ripped out.

People who were still alive a few days ago are now only a few skeletons with flesh, piled on a white cloth without dignity.

Li Bizhi frowned and went to explore, ignoring the stain of blood, as if he wanted to find something on the corpse.

At this moment, in the originally dark hut, the warm light suddenly dimmed, and Li Bi raised his head subconsciously, meeting Zhong Tang's eyes illuminated by the oil lamp.

"Here, I found it on the table just now, let me help the Taoist priest take care of it." Zhong Tang's tone was very light and normal, as if he hadn't seen the horrible corpse in front of him at all, just holding the small oil lamp, With the hem of his clothes up and down, he followed Li Bizhi lightly, and looked at him slightly sideways.

Li Bizhi looked back in silence, and Zhong Tang realized that although he didn't nod his head in agreement, he didn't drive him away either, so he simply made a bigger movement, and bent down to inspect the old man's body together.

"It's true that you can make a living person into such a state..." Zhong Tang looked at the wounds on the corpse that were almost full of rotten flesh. Because, but it’s not a wild beast, it’s more like—it was pecked out by some sharp thing.”

As soon as his words fell, Li Bizhi pulled out half of a black feather that was soaked in blood and shriveled dry from the back of old man Zhao's head.

"It's a bird."

Zhong Tang's gaze paused on Hei Yu for a moment, and he said with some ambiguity: "Sure enough..."

Huang Li'er seemed to dislike this thing very much, and made a low whimpering sound in his throat, pulling at Zhong Tang's skirt and not letting go

"Surely what?"

Zhong Tang was stunned for a moment, this was the first time Li Bizhi had spoken to him so actively, but when he raised his eyes, Li Bizhi continued to examine the corpse, as if he did not ask that sentence.

But Zhong Tang still raised the corners of his lips, comforting the yellow raccoon in his arms and said: "It's nothing, but when I saw the wound just now, I guessed it was pecked out by a bird's beak. confirmed that."

But after Zhong Tang finished speaking, Li Bizhi had no intention of responding anymore, and the room became quiet again.

But Zhong Tang didn't intend to stop there, his eyes moved, his brows gradually took on a somewhat sad and ashamed look, and tentatively sighed: "Speaking of birds, I don't know how long it was last night, but have you ever heard of them?" What did you dream about?"

Li Bizhi paused when he was probing his body, then shook his head indifferently: "No."

"But I... have a dream."

Zhong Tang got closer to Li Bizhi, the flame in his hand seemed to want to lick his blue sleeve.

"At first I dreamed of a big black bird, but I didn't know what it was. In the blink of an eye, it took the shape of a human being. It wanted to...do that wrong thing to me. I would not do that, but He turned his head and—”

Li Bizhi glanced sideways. At this moment, Zhong Tang, in the halo of the oil lamp, seemed to be stained with the vermillion color of that night again. His thin lips parted and closed, saying:

"But it turned into the appearance of a Taoist priest."

Li Bizhi's heart seemed to be burning with something, he wanted to look away, but Zhong Tang took half a step closer, raised his face slightly, his moving lips were almost touching his profile.

"Daoist, is this also the cause of this bird?"

As Zhong Tang said this, his still black hair slid down behind his shoulders, making his figure even thinner.

It seemed as if he could hold her in his arms as soon as he raised his hand.

Even the shadows of the two people blended together vaguely under the light of the oil lamp.

"Clatter——" The chains, which even the green robe could not cover up, suddenly made an ear-piercing sound, dragging heavily on Li Bizhi's mind, causing him to retreat in response.

Although the three steps were not far away, they widened the distance between the two.

"The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper," the heavy rain diluted the silence between the two, and Zhang Shunzi suddenly yelled outside the door, "Are you inside?"

Zhong Tang lowered his eyes, but soon he smiled at Li Bizhi as if nothing had happened, and then shouted outside the door: "Yes, I'm inside."

When Zhang Shunzi heard the voice of his own shopkeeper, he immediately pushed the door open and walked in, shaking the rainwater off the umbrella vigorously, and kept saying, "Shopkeeper, I'm just free for a while, where did you come from? I'll look for it." long time--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Li Bizhi who was also standing in the room, and subconsciously wanted to back up, but he didn't back up, and he saw the male corpse next to the two of them again. The drake who choked his throat let out a hoarse and distorted scream.

"what--"

The heavy rain didn't stop until nightfall, and lamps were hung up in the villa one after another, but it always made people feel a little unwell.

In the yard inside the west gate, Mrs. Li had just rushed back from the outside. Even with an umbrella, most of her autumn-colored shirt was wet, but fortunately, the red lacquer box she held in her hand was not stained at all. rainwater.

Mrs. Li was about to walk east when she happened to run into Fang Xi, the servant next to the Second Young Master. She immediately stretched out her hand and said, "Xi Zi, come here."

Fang Xi is the most likable person on weekdays. When he saw Mrs. Li, he immediately ran over with a smile: "Mother-in-law is busy lately? I haven't seen you for a while."

Mrs. Li sighed and nodded: "Yes, yes, but I'm going to be too busy."

"However, it's all for our second young master's happy event. No matter how busy I am, I'm happy."

"Who isn't?" Fang Xi repeatedly echoed, thinking of his master's happy event, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face: "Is there anything my mother-in-law wants to do? Just say it."

When Mrs. Li heard what he said, she smiled with deep meaning in her eyes, and put the red lacquer box in his hand: "Here, old lady, I want you to go for a run, do you want to go?"

Before Fang Xi could speak, Mrs. Li continued, "Don't think I'm ordering you, old lady. It's here. It's our new wife's wedding dress, which has just been changed...You just send it to the east courtyard. Just give it to the girl Xian beside her."

When Fang Xi heard this, his face turned red and even his eyes lit up. Holding the box in both hands, he kept saying, "This is really... Thank you, mother-in-law."

"Hey, why are you thanking me instead for helping my old lady with my errands? This is unbearable." Mrs. Li said with her eyes narrowed with a smile, shaking her head.

"Thank you, thank you." Fang Xi smiled from ear to ear while holding the box, but he was really impatient, and his mind almost flew away.

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Li quickly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Hurry up, I don't need to chat with my old lady here."

Fang Xi nodded vigorously, and trotted away despite her slow pace.

Grandma Li looked at his back as he went away, and couldn't help smiling again. She had long seen that Xizi and girl Xian were in love with each other, and her wife was willing to help such a good thing.

By the time Fang Xi rushed to the east courtyard, it was already completely dark, and the path beside the rockery was full of flowers and plants, so no lanterns had been placed. Even though he had traveled countless times, walking in the dark still made him stumble. several times.

This year's rain is a bit different, even the wind after the rain is unnaturally cool, blowing over in bursts, making Fang Xi shiver uncontrollably.The flowers, plants and branches blowing around are also whirling and intertwined, secretly, even if there is something hidden, I am afraid that it will not be seen.

I heard... the old man Zhao's body was hung in the shadow of a tree in this way, and it took a long time to find it.

Fang Xi shivered again, muttering to himself, thinking about this at such a time, he couldn't help speeding up his steps, wanting to walk quickly to the east courtyard where the lights were lit in front.

He walked around another rockery, and through the lush branches and leaves, he could vaguely see some lights.

Fang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, held the box tightly in his hands, and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, he suddenly saw in the shadow of the trees on the west side, there seemed to be a figure walking towards him.

But it was too dim, and when he took a closer look, there was nothing left.

Fang Xi's back began to feel cool. He wanted to walk faster, but his legs were so soft that he couldn't produce any strength, and he almost stepped on the ground and swayed.

And even though he couldn't see it, he felt more and more that there was a person standing in the dark shadow of the tree... No, it might not be a person.

Fang Xi was extremely nervous, cold sweat covered his forehead at some point, he stumbled as he walked, and that dark shadow followed him.

There were only a few steps left, and the lights of the East Courtyard were close in sight. Fang Xi's throat kept trembling, and his footsteps were extremely chaotic.

But at this moment, a breathing sound sounded behind him.

Follow him closely, as if right next to his ear.

Fang Xi almost fell to the ground. He grabbed the red lacquer box in his hand and threw it behind him desperately, but suddenly he heard a terrified female voice: "Ah, brother Xizi, what are you doing!"

The author has something to say:

The night without overtime, I was so moved that I wanted to cry

Question: Did you succeed in seducing the Taoist leader today?

Goblin: still no (goodbye)