Bone

Chapter 11

Hongling Mountain City is located in the southwest, and it is the transit main city connecting several big cities. Caravans and caravans come in and out day and night, and it is very prosperous.

It was almost noon, and the sun was pouring down on the city's head and face, scorching the heads of passers-by like weaving, and the shops selling iced herbal tea on both sides of the road were hawking endlessly.The horses in the trailer snorted and kicked up a few wisps of fine smoke, which was slightly baked by the sky and fell back to the ground.It's just that for some reason, although it is a lively scene, there is a bit of anxiety and depression for no reason.

In front of a snack shop by the city gate, there were two people sitting opposite each other.

One was wearing a green dress and was holding a silver fan to cool himself down, while the other had a shabby black paper umbrella stuck around his neck, sitting on his side in a very lazy posture, as if his bones had been pulled out.

If he were to use a black umbrella on a sunny day, he would be afraid of the heat, but there were dozens of snacks in front of him, all of which were steaming, and it burned his eyes just by looking at them.The man didn't seem to notice it at all, holding chopsticks in his left hand and spoon in his right, bowing left and right, sending things into his mouth non-stop like a whirlwind of clouds.

The waiter who delivered the food has been helping in the store since he was a child. He has entertained countless guests, and it is rare to see this battle. He carefully put the freshly cooked wonton soup on the table, "Crepe wonton, eat well!"

He quickly withdrew to the side.

Qin Nianjiu glanced at the waiter, then looked away, scooped up a crepe wonton with a spoon, and put it into his mouth.

The wonton filling is made of pork and shrimp with lard, and some pepper is sprinkled in the clear soup, which tastes really good.He couldn't taste the pork, shrimp and pepper. He just felt that it was a pity that this thing hadn't been eaten 67 years ago.

There was only a cup of hot tea in front of Tan Fengyue, and she looked at his eating with a headache, thinking that this person might be a starving ghost, and said helplessly, "...eat slowly."

He just came from Rencanrendeng Luosha privately, and he still has such a good appetite, he is really a genius.

The wontons were full of soup, Qin Nianjiu was scalded until the tip of his tongue was numb, he hissed his tongue and said, "It's so delicious—"

He has spent 67 years in the borderlands, without sleep or food, without a sense of hunger, let alone the satisfaction of swallowing food that is so satisfying.

"You don't know, I stayed in that ghostly place for so long, and no one gave me something to eat." He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, deeply moved, "I can't move other people's sacrifices, I can only do them." look at..."

As he said that, he looked at Tan Fengyue gratefully, "It's still my ancestor, give me a meal."

"..."

After deducting a few words, why did it suddenly become his treat?

Tan Fengyue looked at Qin Nianjiu, and regretted why she took him directly into the city instead of letting him starve to death.

There are a few small pots of seasoning on the shiny wooden table, which are for guests to use as they please.Qin Nianjiu lifted his eyelids, reached out and took all the small jars, added one to the wonton soup and tasted the same, then raised his hand and added more than half a jar of chili salt, until the clear soup turned into turbid soup, he drank it without changing his face More than half a bowl.

What he did this time made Xiao Er on the side terrified, but he was a guest after all, so he didn't dare to say anything more, silently shrunk to the corner, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes.

Qin Nianjiu didn't notice the strange eyes of other people, but felt that every taste was novel, as if he had never tasted it before, so he couldn't help but wonder, "Hey, what do you think I did in my previous life?"

To say that he is a master of heaven, it is not that he has never eaten.

Did this person leave his sense of taste in the vagina?Tan Fengyue half-covered her face with a silver fan, and concealed the disgust in her tone very well, "I'm not a cook anyway."

"..."

Qin Nianjiu glared at him, calmly set aside the empty bowl of wonton soup, and brought another bowl of almond paste to him, looking for something to chat with, "Hey, your fan must be a magic weapon, does it have a name?"

Tan Fengyue was slightly taken aback.

Since he was conscious, this fan has been with him. He only thought it was convenient to hold it, so he used it as a weapon, but never thought about it.

He looked down at the fan in his hand, and suddenly lost his mind, as if a few hazy frames flashed in front of his eyes.

In the picture, a hand stretched out and handed him a silver fan overflowing with colors, the voice was vague, "...give me a name..."

Qin Nianjiu looked at Tan Fengyue in a daze, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, "May I ask you, does your fan have a name?"

The picture overlapped with the reality, and Tan Fengyue heard her own voice blurt out, "Remove my heart."

In the blurry picture, I seemed to laugh, and raised my eyebrows, "——that's called breaking my heart."

In reality, he frowned with a solemn face, looked at the brand new silver fan in his hand, and repeated it with some uncertainty, "...this fan is called "Xiexin."

Qin Nianjiu didn't notice his abnormality, and politely praised "good name", but silently slandered in his heart: Why does this man look pure and clean, but he gave Weapon such an unscrupulous name, is he trying to tear down some girl's house Heart?

After another thought, I felt that I was thinking too much, "breaking the heart" should be a cruel meaning-but it didn't match his style of doing things, how can anyone perform with a silver fan while acting like a gentleman? The tiger is heartbroken...

He was surrounded by himself, thinking hard, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Er by the wall and rubbed his eyes again, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Hey, look at that Xiao Er, isn't there something wrong?"

I thought this person had gone crazy from eating, but I didn't expect him to still be a little sober.Tan Fengyue came back to her senses, she was amazed in her heart, her face remained calm, "There is something in his eyes."

Although it is very shallow and small, it is not obvious, but you can vaguely see it, it is white shadow.

Looking closely at the city people on the street, many of them are also like this.However, they didn't seem to be aware of the abnormality on their bodies, and they would blink and rub their eyes vigorously from time to time.

"...Why did the people from Hongling City start?" Qin Nianjiu bit the tip of the spoon in wonder, "It's no wonder that the old man in yellow didn't leave. He probably noticed something was wrong and wanted to use that broken talisman Get another one?"

The warm and sweet almond paste was rippling in his mouth, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his index finger on the table, "Curse is to recite the cause and effect, once you make a move, you will curse the people of a village and a city, even if it is The Heavenly King and Lao Tzu's method, can't bear the backlash of this karma..."

—Backlash?

He paused with his fingers, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he grabbed Tan Fengyue's wrist without thinking, "What if it's just a backlash?"

Tan Fengyue was drinking tea with her cup downcast, when he choked on her, spilling half a cup of hot tea.

Having harvested two eye knives, Qin Nianjiu gave a dry laugh, withdrew his hands embarrassingly, and straightened his sitting posture, "...cough. Think about it, if it's a backlash, everything will be right? The situation Strange, no trace of spells..."

Tan Fengyue took the silk and pressed the corners of her mouth that was reddened by the tea, "Let's not say that those who suffer from eye diseases are ordinary people, and how can they be backlashed if they can't cast spells; Although the Beiyi city and the village are close together, they are still two groups of people separated by a certain distance. Could it be that they can still get together and cast spells together?"

"……indeed."

Qin Nianjiu fell into deep thought.

His intuition told him that this idea was right, but it really didn’t make sense... He propped his face slightly worried, and raised his hand to add some spicy oil into the almond paste, which made the eyelids of the little second who was idle on the side twitch. look.

The original milky white sweet paste was stained, Tan Fengyueguang felt a little nauseous even looking at it, but Qin Nianjiu ate it with gusto, and was ready to add some other seasonings, when suddenly he was violently beaten Push the back of your head.

The force of the person pushing him was so great that he was almost pushed into the bowl, but Qin Nianjiu stopped his movement in time to save his face from being covered in oily almond paste.He turned his head in surprise and met an unfamiliar face.

The person who came was a thick-browed man dressed as a yamen servant, with a square face wrinkled together, he pushed Qin Nianjiu fiercely, and said like a thunderbolt, "Your parents are dead! Do you still have the heart to eat here? !"

He exerted a lot of strength, but his voice was quite low.

He was greeted so inexplicably when he came up, Qin Nianjiu looked at him blankly, "...?"

The thick-browed man looked at his abnormal expression, spat a curse word, grabbed him bitterly, dragged him outside, and cursed in a low voice: "Where did you go to the wild? If something happened at home, don't worry." Don’t you know?! Ah?!”

"no……"

Qin Nianjiu was dragged by him, and managed to stabilize the black umbrella with great difficulty. He looked at Tan Fengyue in a daze, but saw Tan Fengyue unhurriedly took out a few copper coins and put them on the table, got up and followed, and did something to him Mouthed: "Chen Wenyu."

What's going on, something happened to Chen Wenyu's house?

Seeing Tan Fengyue's attitude of being calm and not impatient, Qin Nianjiu had no choice but to let him drag him along in a daze, and was dragged all the way to the front of a mansion.

The mansion in front of me had tall doors and double eaves, very imposing, but not even a single human voice could be heard, just like the Xibei Village I saw last night, exuded a strange dead air, and seemed a bit out of place in the bustling and bustling city.

The thick-browed man let go of his hand, then shoved him angrily, and asked in a rough voice: "What have you been doing for the past two days?!"

Thanks to Qin Nianjiu's good temper, he didn't get angry when he was pushed around, he just said how did I know where Chen Wenyu was, and he answered vaguely, "...to collect the rent."

The thick-browed man didn't speak for a while after hearing this, he clenched his thick palm and hit him hard, "Your boy is lucky, but God opened his eyes and didn't let the Chen family die..."

He spoke without beginning or end, but the meaning in the words was clear, Qin Nianjiu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You said Chen——what happened to my family?!"

"What's the matter, what's the matter! You have no home! You are still lying in the Yizhuang!" The thick-browed man looked at him angrily, angrily and sympathetically, and sighed heavily, "Master Chen was a big man in his lifetime. Good man, why did this kind of thing happen to you... The Chen family is the same, why is it so unlucky! First... Alas, that's all, please be sorry."

Qin Nianjiu couldn't help being stunned.

He had carefully examined Chen Wenyu's appearance, his blessings were long, and he should be able to enjoy the blessing of four generations living under the same roof. How could he have died at the hands of Luo Sha, and even his family was wiped out?

The way of heaven is running, it should be watertight, what went wrong?

Seeing him in a daze, the thick-browed man thought he had been hit too hard, so he patted him on the back unbearably, "The government... can't care about this matter, you... hide if you can, at least you can hide." Can survive."

Someone in the distance called Wang Er, and the thick-browed man turned his head to answer, and slapped Qin Nianjiu's back again, "I still have to go on patrol, you go back and tidy up and prepare for the funeral... ...If you need any help, just go to the government office and find me."

Seeing the thick-browed man walk away step by step and sighing three times, Tan Fengyue swayed over slowly with a fan, and said with emotion, "You are not a disaster."

How did things go wrong?

"..."

Qin Nianjiu really couldn't refute the sarcastic remarks, so he stared at him weakly, "The Taoist in yellow, the nebula disease, the Chen family's extermination... Which one should be dealt with first?"

Tan Fengyue looked at him for a long while, and secretly thought that it was interesting.

It's all other people's business, he obviously can ignore it, just go away and just concentrate on his bones, why he has to bear all the burden on him.

Thinking in this way, he put away the folding fan, and pointed the tip of the fan at the closed gate of the Chen Mansion, "Come closer."