You are like a star, I am a businessman

After walking through several streets and alleys, I finally saw two lights appearing in front of me. They were very faint but also very strange. Why was the light red? Han Jiao, Cang Wu and his group all walked towards the lights. Jiao always felt that the light was weird, saying it was plain, but it had an inexplicable attraction, which made people walk towards the light unconsciously.

Sure enough, there are ghosts.

"You feel it too?" An Yimo beside him suddenly said something, and Han Jiao was startled. Does this person have mind reading skills?How does he know what I'm thinking.

An Yimo is helpless, this person's emotions are written all over his face, it's hard for him not to know...

Rong Zhen who was next to him said: "Mr. Han, don't panic, Yi Mo just saw that you look weird, ask to see if it is consistent with what we think."

Han Jiao thought to himself, oh, so that's the case. If he really has the ability to read minds and read out my purpose, then I'll be doomed. Luckily.

Qin Xuan said: "However, I have a senior brother who can read people's minds. Anyone and anything is transparent in front of him, and there is nothing to hide."

Han Jiao was shocked! ! !There really are such people, so stay away.

"Then who is that senior brother who dares to ask Palace Master Qin who can understand people's hearts?" Han Jiao asked.

"It's my third junior brother, He Su of the Cangwu Han Palace." Rong Zhen replied.

"If there is a destiny, I really want to pay a visit, hehehe..." Han Jiao smiled awkwardly and said something against his will.

Rong Zhen smiled slightly and said, "Yes."

A group of people continued to walk, and slowly got closer and closer to the lights. When they got closer, the four big characters on the top of the door frame were very conspicuous. They saw that the plaque was drawn with a cinnabar pen, revealing a little bit of weirdness in the dark night. , there are two red lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate, and the candles inside are in full swing.

"It turned out that the red light was actually coming from the lantern. I didn't notice it when I was far away." Han Jiao raised his head, and then looked at the words on the plaque.

"An Yimo, do you know what this word is?" Han Jiao turned to ask An Yimo, An Yimo pondered for a while, and then replied: "This is not a word from the Central Plains, but from the Nanyue Yi tribe."

"Oh? The Yi people? The people of the Yi people are not staying in their territory. What are they doing here in Sichuan and Chongqing?" Han Jiao was curious.

Qin Xuan said: "Speaking of Nanyue, I suddenly remembered that according to ancient books, the Nanyue Yi people have a kind of sorcery that can bring people back to life."

Han Jiao seemed to be a little interested, and asked, "Bringing back to life is a good thing, why did it become a sorcery?"

Qin Xuan replied: "It is true to bring the dead back to life, but if you go against the sky, you will definitely pay the corresponding price."

Han Jiao: "What price?"

Qin Xuan: "It takes hundreds of people's heart and soul as seals for the magic to work."

Han Jiao was startled, and said, "Blood in my heart! Such evil spirit! In this way, the hundreds of lives in Sichuan and Chongqing City could not have been caused by the Nanyue Yi tribe! But mere mortals, where did the evil spirit come from?"

An Yimo said: "I'm also wondering where this devilish energy comes from. This is just a guess and we can't make a conclusion."

Han Jiao looked up at the plaque and said, "Do you know what these four characters are?"

An Yimo: "I don't know."

Han Jiao: "...Okay, let's go in first, the wind outside is a little bit cold."

Han Jiao walked up the steps, came to the closed door, knocked a few times, and heard footsteps coming from the room, and there was indeed someone inside!After a while, the door opened a gap, revealing a teenager's face, and said in a trembling soft voice, "Who are you?"

Han Jiao knew him very well, so he immediately put on his eight-teeth signature smile, and said with a chuckle, "You don't have to panic, we passed by this place late at night, but we couldn't find an open inn. We saw that there were lights here, so we came here." Excuse me, I want to stay for one night."

The boy opened the door a little wider and said, "This is the inn, come in."

Han Jiao felt a little embarrassed. What's the matter with the illiterate eyes of the young man? You, a member of the Yi tribe, came to the Central Plains to open an inn, and you still don't use the Central Plains characters. Blame me?No wonder there is business in your store.Seeing that the inn was deserted and empty, Han Jiao secretly thought.

Rong Zhen took out a money bag from his inner sleeve, handed it to the young man, and said, "My friend, please open six rooms for us, thank you."

The young man took the silver tael, made a fuss embarrassingly, and said, "Here... all guests, there are only three rooms left in this shop."

Han Jiao said: "Three rooms are three rooms, exactly six people, one room for two, one room for An Yimo and I, is it okay?" Han Jiao poked An Yimo's arm, and An Yimo looked at him strangely. Glancing at Han Jiao, the latter smiled at him, but An Yimo did not refuse.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's the middle of the night. What if there is a ghost? I'm afraid." Han Jiao put on a timid and scared look.

...Why is this person so strange? It seems that he was the one who chopped the ghost with his bare hands before, An Yimo thought to himself.

"Okay, everyone, follow me upstairs."

To be on the safe side, Rong Zhen and Qin Xuan each share a room with a disciple of Cangwu.

Han Jiao opened the door first, and the two of them entered the room. There was no more furniture in the room except a bed, a table, two round stools, and a window. An Yimo sat on the round stool beside the table. Going up, he picked up the teapot and teacup on the table, and made himself a cup of tea. The tea was still steaming, and it was hot. An Yimo frowned and didn't drink it.

An Yimo saw Han Jiao who was lying on the bed first, and asked, "Does Mr. Han like to share a room with others?"

Han Jiao turned over on the bed, turned his face to An Yimo, and replied, "It's not that I like to be with other people, but I like to be with you." He looked at the person sitting upright, with the moonlight shining through the window. , according to the delicate face, the lines of the side face are softer than usual, what a fairy as clear as a white lotus and as bright as the bright moon, the fairy is still holding a cup of steaming tea at his fingertips.

Steaming tea...wait!Steaming! ?

Thinking of this, Han Jiao got up and rolled out of bed, and sat down beside An Yimo.

"I said An Yimo, you have already found out, this inn seems to have known that we are coming, the tea is freshly brewed." Han Jiao pointed to the teacup in An Yimo's hand and said.

Is this store a prophet, guessing that they will definitely come?Still so kind to make a cup of tea?Sure enough, this inn is not that simple.

"Next we have to be careful. I don't think they are trying to harm us, but more like a warning to let us not meddle in our own business."

Han Jiao pulled off An Yimo's sleeve, and rubbed his head against An Yimo's shoulder in a frightened manner.

"Look, An Yimo, fortunately we live in the same room. If a monster suddenly appeared in this damn place in the middle of the night, what would I do by myself?"

An Yimo: "..." You are enough.

Why does this person still have the habit of pulling people's sleeves, really.

An Yimo stretched out his free hand, and lifted up the sleeve that was about to be torn off by Han Jiao.

"Mr. Han, there is only one bed in this room. If you are tired, you should rest first."

"Then you can sleep with me, the bed is big enough."

"No, there may be monsters coming in the middle of the night, so someone has to keep vigil. I will help you guard it, and nothing will happen."

"Okay then." Han Jiao pretended to be reluctant and returned to the bed, but in fact he was so happy that he slept alone in such a big bed, just thinking about it would be great.

On the top of the moon, Han Jiao had many dreams, like a revolving lantern, but one dream was particularly profound, as if engraved in his mind, as soon as that dream appeared, he would wake up with a start. Waking up from the dream, in fact, he has often had this dream since he was a child, but the shocking scene in the dream still haunts him even now.

It was a hell on earth like a Shura field. The pale moonlight sprinkled on the ground, blood was red, and there were terrified screams everywhere. The people who screamed wanted to survive and fled in all directions, but they all fell down one by one, and the gate was sealed. , they cannot escape.The men in black were slaughtering wantonly with their long knives stained with their blood, like the dead returning from hell.

The child was crying hoarsely. The house he was facing was being swallowed by raging fire. The burning house was a ancestral hall, and there was a figure in the fire kneeling in front of the ancestral hall with his back to the door.No matter how much the child cried and yelled, he refused to come out.

Han Jiao could feel the child's fear in his dream, what kind of despair it was.Immersed in the scene, felt empathy, as if the child was Han Jiao himself, but Han Jiao was sure that this part of his memory did not exist since he was a child. He was an orphan adopted by Yin Si, the leader of Qingming, who grew up in Qingming. When Shan grew up, his only relative was his adoptive father.

But what happened to this dream that had appeared countless times, Han Jiao couldn't figure it out.

Looking at the bed curtain, Han Jiao gasped slightly, and it took him a long time to wake up from his dream.Turning his head to look at An Yimo, he was still sitting on the round stool, holding a book from nowhere in his hand, reading it.

Han Jiao asked, "How long have I been asleep? What time is it?"

An Yimo replied: "Less than an hour has passed." An Yimo turned a page of the book and continued: "You, have you had a nightmare?"

Han Jiao was startled, and asked: "Well...well, how do you know, what did I say when I fell asleep?"

An Yimo: "Well, I said it"

Han Jiao: "What did I say?!"

An Yimo turned his face and said to Han Jiao: "Young Master Han, don't panic, it's actually nothing, he just keeps calling two people's names."

Han Jiao was puzzled, name?

"what name?"

"Han Junshu, Jiang Yunping."

Han Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, but it was okay, he didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, fortunately, it was Jiang Ku's nickname, Jiang Yunping, Jiang Ku's actions were too high-profile, and everyone in the world knew that Jiang Ku was If a member of the Qingming Sect calls out unintentionally in a dream, wouldn't that reveal their identity, so what's the deal?It's just why I didn't realize that I still have the habit of talking in my sleep?

And Han Junshu...wait! !Who is Han Junshu? ?

Han Jiao's brows were tightly frowned, his eyes slightly lowered in thought, and he heard that it was a man's name, and he had the same surname as him, could it be... his father? ?Han Jiao shook his head, it's impossible, if it was really his father, how could he not have his father in his memory at all, but that dream was so real that it seemed to exist, did I forget something very important ? ?

"I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. Could it be that Jiang Yunping is the one Mr. Han likes?" An Yimo only asked who Jiang Yunping was, because he instinctively felt that Han Junshu was Han Jiao's father, so Didn't ask much.

"That's right, I've liked him since I was a child." Han Jiao replied, he didn't shy away from his feelings for Jiang Yunping, and admitted it generously.

Han Jiao keenly observed that when An Yimo heard the answer, his face paused and his eyes dimmed a bit.

Then he smiled, came to An Yimo's side, and continued: "Oh, why are you so concerned about my affairs, could it be.... Do you like Jiang Yunping??"

An Yimo silently supported his forehead in his heart, and said, "I don't know Jiang Yunping well."

Han Jiao's enthusiasm came to the fore, with the momentum to break the casserole and ask the end, and said, "Then why are you so sad?"

An Yimo coughed lightly, motioned to Han Jiao, and whispered, "Be quiet, there is movement outside."

Han Jiao was puzzled, so he stopped his voice and listened carefully to the movement outside. Sure enough, there were footsteps, although they were very slight, but they couldn't escape the ears of their cultivators. What's the purpose of sneaking around this late at night?

The slight sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, as if they were walking towards their room. Han Jiao got up and accidentally knocked over the cup containing the tea. At this time, the tea was already cold. The foam also made a hissing sound.Fortunately, Han Jiao kept an extra eye, and didn't drink it rashly just now because he was sleepy and thirsty.

Han Jiao looked up at An Yimo, and An Yimo was also looking at him. The two of them understood, and stood on both sides of the door. The door opened towards the inside, and the back of the door was a hidden and unobservable place for those who just came in. .

The footsteps were getting closer, Han Jiao pulled out the burning fire hairpin pinned in his hair, An Yimo held his hand on Chenli's sword hilt, and waited for the person outside the door to arrive.

The author has something to say: In this chapter, it can be seen that An Yimo has a little bit of affection for Han Jiao (funny face), but Han Jiao is a man with advanced cancer.

☆, the undead demon is present