The third uncle always wants to elope

Wu Tomaoyu couldn't stop shivering, and shivered, "This damn place is so cold!"

Wu Nian'an didn't dare to take a step forward, and comforted him on the spot: "It's so late, even ghosts have to rest, why don't we stop disturbing others and go elsewhere to see what we find, you're right Come on, Master."

"Huh? Master?"

He didn't hear a response, he looked back strangely, and found that there was no one behind him, he was horrified, and thought to himself that it was impossible for his master to be captured by those lonely ghosts just after a while.

When he was scared back by the horrifying thoughts in his mind, Wu Tomato beside him pointed forward speechlessly for a while.

Not far away, there was a figure walking alone in the dark night with a lighted book, it was the protagonist of the horror story in Wu Nian'an's mind, Wu Tomaoqing.

Seeing that his master was still here, Wu Nian'an had some support in his heart, and he was greatly relieved, but when he saw clearly what he was doing, he couldn't help but gasp again. The heartbeat seemed to stop suddenly.

It turned out that when they were guessing and hesitating, Wu Toma had already stood in front of the lighted house early in the morning, knocking on the wooden door repeatedly.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one responded, and Wu Tomaoqing's face became obviously impatient, and his strength increased a lot. It is no exaggeration to say that the final strength can completely smash the door into a big hole for air leakage.

The remaining two people didn't have the slightest doubt. If no one opened the door in the next second, this dilapidated wooden door might be retired tonight.

Finally, they were all waiting for the door to open for a second, and when they couldn't bear the pressure and fell to the ground, there was a faint sound of slow and heavy footsteps inside the door, and the closed door creaked open from the inside.

Wu Tomato hurriedly followed, and Wu Nian'an, who was staying in the same place, was no longer covered by people, and felt that the air around him was a little colder, so he walked quickly with a timid face.

The person who opened the door was an elderly man with ragged clothes and a hunchback. His face was covered with large and small age spots, and his eyes were cloudy. Against the dim light of the fire folder in Wu Tomaoqing's hand, he looked a bit eerie.

Seeing his face, something seemed to flash through Wu Tomqing's mind quickly, but when he stared closely at the old man's cloudy eyes, a sense of strangeness surged in his mind again.

"Who are you looking for?"

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, his throat seemed to be scraped by a blade, and it sounded a little harsh.

Although this old man looks terrifying, he is a real person after all!

The two people behind Wu Tomaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the heavy stone in their hearts.

Wu Tomao Qing was about to speak, but Wu Tomao stopped him, fearing that he would say something shocking and scare others.

Hastily opened his mouth before him, and smiled kindly: "Old man, we are on our way late at night, passing by here, would like to ask if there is an inn here, can you show us the way?"

After looking at his kind smiling face, and then at the two people walking beside him, the old man rolled his white eyes slowly, and finally opened the door slowly, and said slowly: "There is no inn here, if you I want to find a place to rest, if you don't mind, I can let you spend the night here."

Hearing this, Wu Tomaoyu's eyes lit up. Although the place is dilapidated, it's better than living in a ghost town, and it just happened to ask for some information. His mind was spinning quickly, but he hurriedly thanked him: "Then thank you." Don't worry, we won't live in vain."

He took out the taels of silver from his pocket, and was about to take out a few ingots of silver and hand them to him.

The old man waved his hand, did not answer or respond, and let them in sideways, saying: "Come in."

After finishing the three simple words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his energy, and coughed a few times unbearably, as if he was about to cough and faint in the next second.

Wu Tomato put away the money in a hurry, stepped forward and patted his bony back.

'Squeak - ah -'

The wooden door made another old sound, and the door was slowly closed from the inside, and the whole street returned to calm.

The inside of the house is more dilapidated than it looks outside, and the legs of the table with the teapot are half missing. The old man poured them a cup of muddy tea, and there are a few tea leaves floating on the muddy tea. The inside of the house is only illuminated by a kerosene lamp. , it was dim and unclear, and the shadows of several people swayed vaguely on the ground.

Wu Tomato looked at the surrounding environment, hesitantly said: "Old man, do you live here alone?"

The old man sat down beside them, his freckled face was even more intimidating under the light.

"Yeah, if there is a place to go, who wants to live here."

These words should have been expected by the few of them a long time ago, but they still couldn't bear to see the fear and helplessness in the old man's cloudy eyes.

Wu Tomato: "If you want to go out, I can ask Mr. Liu in Liuzhou City to arrange a place for you."

But the old man shook his head.

Shaking his head was expected by Wu Tomaoyu, but what was strange was that when the old man heard this, his eyes were full of stagnant water from the beginning to the end, without any emotional ups and downs.

Could it be that he is still willing to stay in this ghost place?

"I can't go"

The old man sighed heavily.

Hearing this, several people had different expressions, and Wu Tomato began to ask again: "Did something happen here?"

Hearing his words, the old man looked at them inquiringly, and asked, "Are you foreigners?"

Wu Tomato nodded with a smile, and said, "Yes, we people from the capital are here to do something."

I tell a lot of lies on weekdays, and this lie is as simple as drinking saliva, and it comes as soon as I open my mouth.

The old man saw that they were well dressed and stately, so he guessed that they might be the sons of the aristocratic family in the capital.

"Go back quickly when you're done, this is not a place for people to stay."

The old man's face returned to calm again, and he warned them word by word.

Wu Tomato hurriedly responded, and after a while, he brought the topic back again intentionally or unintentionally, "Old man, we saw your house along the way, where did the others go?"

Hearing this, the old man was silent for half a stick of incense, and then said hoarsely: "They... are long gone."

"Not here anymore?" Wu Tomato looked at the old man with some doubts in his eyes. Although he knew what was going on, Wu Tomao had a clear intuition that the old man probably knew something inside that they didn't know.

The old man looked at the flames on the table unconsciously, and murmured: "Yes, they are already dead, this is an empty city, and I will die soon, but I don't know if that person can let me go... "

Wu Tomaoyu hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Who is it? Where is it?"

"Yuyin Book..."

The old man who almost blurted out hurriedly closed his mouth, and looked around in a panic. When he found that there was nothing suspicious, he was slowly relieved, turned around, looked at them sharply, and said, "Who are you?" who?"

Wu Tomoma hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, I just asked more questions out of curiosity, don't take it to heart, old man."

The old man frowned and looked at his flustered expression. He didn't speak. The atmosphere around him was a bit oppressive. After a long silence, the old man slowly stood up from the table and said in a hoarse voice: "It's getting late, why don't you go to bed earlier?" , Although my place is dilapidated, there are still a few vacant rooms, so I have to wrong you all for one night."

Wu Tomoma hurriedly said: "You don't have to be polite, it is the greatest gift that you can take us in."

The old man was just about to say a few polite words, when he suddenly heard a few strange screams in the room, and after hearing them clearly, he realized that they came from Wu Nian'an's stomach next to him.

Several people turned their heads to look at him, Wu Nian'an's pale face was instantly embarrassed, he covered his stomach, and said: "I can't help it, I haven't eaten at noon..."

A smile flashed in Wu Tomaoyu's eyes, and he was about to speak, when suddenly there were several strange voices in the room.

Wu Nian'an hurriedly covered his stomach and said, "It's not me this time!"

Several people shifted their gazes to Wu Tomaoqing who was silent at the other end.

Goto Tomato: "..."

Wu Nian'an and the old man: "..."

Wu Tomato: "You have been bigu for several years, why?"

Wu Nian'an didn't think so much, and said happily: "Master, you and I really have a tacit understanding, even our stomachs are hungry together."

The dilapidated room is rarely so lively, and the old man's eyes flashed with joy, and he took out two big white steamed buns from his sleeve, handed them to them, and said, "I don't have anything here, I made it myself. If you don’t dislike it, you can fill your stomach.”

Wu Nian'an, who was hungry and dizzy, couldn't care less about whether to dislike it or not, even if it was rotten bark in front of him, he would probably pick it up and gnaw a couple of bites.

While gnawing, he did not forget to hand the steamed bun in the other hand to Wu Canqing, and said in a daze, "Master, do you want to eat?"

Wu Tomaoyu shook his head and laughed, turned to look at Wu Tomaoqing, but found that he was staring at the steamed bun in Wu Nian'an's hand.

Wu Tomato: "What? Don't tell me, you really want to eat!"

His words interrupted Wu Tomaoqing's train of thought, he turned his eyes away and didn't speak.

Wu Tomato frowned and looked at his strange expression, twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, but finally said nothing.

When he was about to take a break, Wu Nian'an said that he wanted to sleep in the same room with Wu Tomao Qing, but it was useless to pull Wu Tomoma.

In the end, Wu Tomaoqing was annoyed by the noise, so he cast a cold look at him, and Wu Nian'an was so scared that he ran away without a trace.

The room where Gotoma slept felt like it hadn’t been blown for a long time, the room was full of dampness, the beams were short, and the bedding on the bed also had an unpleasant smell.

...

It was late at night, the old man and others had already rested, only Wu Tomaoqing sat on the bed and meditated with his eyes closed.

There was a sound outside the door, and then Wu Tomato's voice came from outside the door.

"Miki, are you asleep?"

There was no response in the room, Wu Tomato thought he was asleep and was about to leave, but the door opened from the inside.

Wu Tomaqing's expression was clear, his clothes were tidy, his hair was not messed up, and he didn't fall asleep.

"what's up?"

Wu Tomao laughed twice, squeezed in from Wu Tomqing's side, and said: "Today I see that you seem to have discovered something, and I'm a little worried, so I'm here to ask."

Wu Tomaoqing closed the door, there were no stools in the room, Wu Tomaoyu sat on the bed as soon as he entered the room, Wu Tomomaqing saw him get on the bed, he didn't go there again, stood by and watched his movements.

Wu Tomato crossed his legs and said slowly, "Come on, it's just the two of us now."

Wu Tomao Qing was still carrying the misfortune knife on his back, and he was not too tired. The light at the head of the bed shone on his green shirt. Although his figure was not tall, he was as straight as a green bamboo in a mountain stream. On weekdays, there always seems to be an airs of seriousness and an insurmountable sense of distance.