Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 6 Current version number: 79

Anyway, it was so sudden.

I didn't know how to answer for a moment, but seeing his slightly pale lips from the cold, I decided to close the door on my own.

The room warmed up a little.I said to Jing Nian, "I'll think about it, and I'll tell you when I think about it."

"hurry up."

"Stop using orders on me." I warned him.

"Didn't you say so? You're very useful." Jing Nian sneered, "Are you going to regret it so soon?"

"I don't regret it, it's just that you don't have enough authority. I will decide whether to obey what you say."

"Your decision is to keep the comfortable guest room and not to sleep in the firewood room?" He had already laid down on the thin pillow mat, squinting at me, "I don't have any extra quilts for you."

The floor of the woodshed was slippery and cold, and the only warmth came from the skylight. The warm light in Master Jing's room was only a few steps away.I remember that even a piece of rice paper exudes a nice fragrance of ink.

I asked Jing Nian, "After going to Tianyi City, will you be able to wear nice clothes and live in a big and warm room?"

He blew out the soybean-like candle, turned his back to me, and breathed lightly and long.

"Floating fame and gain, vain and hard work."

You and I are the foal in the gap, the fire in the stone, and the body in your dream.

Jing Nian wanted to go to Tianyi City, so I helped him. As for the reason behind it, there is no need to search, and there is no way to find out.Like the moss on the ground that has been on the ground for many years, an ugly opening was cut by the hatchet just now, separating a person and an object.

Although I promised Jing Nian that I have to think about how to prove that I can use it well, but after all, thinking is an extremely power-consuming process. After a long night, I choose to use the power for more practical purposes.

So I took a few steps back and leaned against the door panel, which was blown precariously by the wind.

The temperature has risen, and the unknown insects and rats in the corner are more active, making rough noises.Hay and firewood were piled horizontally, mold and damp lingered.Jing Nian was wearing a snow-white tunic, lying in the middle of this messy and dirty woodshed, like a sterile organism suddenly appearing in a petri dish, so out of harmony.

However, people here seem to refer to this sense of disobedience as "immortal".

I sat up straighter again, blocking the cold current that was trying to rush in even more.

Jing Nian who thought he was asleep suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

I randomly scratched the ground with a branch: 79.

The model is SWP (sweeper/clearer), and the current version number is 79.

"It's too hasty to use numbers in the name." He was silent for a moment, took the branch, and wrote three words one stroke at a time: Qi Shijiu.

"This will be your name from now on."

"I told you not to order me."

He ignored me, closed his eyes, this time he really fell asleep.

I also closed my eyes, entered the standby mode, and did not set the timer, because every hour passed, I could hear the sound of the gong.

In the winter of the twelfth lunar month, the head rises late, and the sound can be heard until the hour of Chen.

But it was not the sound of the gong that finally aroused me, but an eager knocking on the door.I opened the door and saw Qin Shuyu, who was always meek and anxious at the moment.

"Someone died last night."

"How come? Wasn't Young Master Jing fine last night?"

His face was heavy, and my last doubt hadn't been solved yet, and even more shocking news came: "It wasn't Young Master Jing who died."

I followed him to the outer courtyard, far away, the wind that had been raging all night and hadn't stopped brought a strong smell of paste, a dozen charred corpses were placed side by side on the snow, the flesh was roasted and melted, The bones are still as white as snow, blindingly white.

It was indeed a symptom of a person suffering from scorpion poison, but the speed was too fast, and it became a scorched corpse in just one night.

Qin Yu never said that the poison was contagious, how did they get it?

The corpses have already been counted, and they are all domestic servants. Their status is humble, and they are mostly bought with a few coins, so no one is crying, but they are a little horrified.Master Jing and Mrs. Jing held their noses, saying that the scorched corpse rots fast and must be disposed of as soon as possible.The servants tremblingly carried these unrecognizable corpses onto the chariot, ready to be transported out.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, no one knows if he will be the next one.

A few boldly cried out to Qin Shuyu for help, and asked him to see if he also had such a deadly poisonous scorpion in his body. Qin Shuyu's ears were soft, and he agreed to go to explore their meridians one by one, but found nothing , but made himself tired.

Uncle Xue's expression on the side was even uglier. He arrived in Jingfu early in the morning, with deep dark circles under his eyes, as if he didn't sleep well.It was originally going down the mountain to clear the poison, but more and more people died, and the scorpion was not found, so no one would be in a good mood.

When he was in a bad mood, he was going to have a fit, so he asked people to put down the car, "The noise of the wheels is so loud that it hurts people's headaches, so many people died, did no one notice anything unusual last night?"

When a person is burned alive, the pain experienced by the body can be imagined, but it is silent.Either he was extremely determined, or he died before he could call for help.

Uncle Xue glanced over dozens of members of the Jing family, but no one said anything.

No one knows it's normal, people's consciousness is isolated from the outside world during sleep, and I, the only one who didn't sleep, didn't notice it.

When he glanced over Jing Nian, he stopped stiffly, "Are you called Jing Nian?"

Jing Nian raised his head, slightly surprised, but didn't react too much, he just replied, "Yes, I have a cheap life, I have no relatives, no reason, and no name since I was a child. Later, I was lucky enough to come to the Jing family, and the master named me Nian."

"You...you..." Uncle Xue Feng's eyes widened and he coughed violently. Qin Yuyu quickly gave him a sigh of relief, "Uncle, are you feeling unwell? It's all my fault. I know that your old illness is still unhealed, so I shouldn't have invited you over." .”

"Does the Immortal know me?" There was some deep meaning in Jing Nian's eyes.

Uncle Xue waved Qin Yuyu's hand, indicating that he was fine, but his expression still drifted towards Jing Nian unnaturally, and he wanted to cover up, "How did I know a little servant?"

"What the fairy said is true." Jing Nian said calmly.

"Then—did you hear any strange noises last night? Or did you see any suspicious people?"

Jing Nian looked at me.

I stared back, finding fault, right?

Uncle Xue still asked: "Really?"

Perhaps Mrs. Jing was afraid that he would have a seizure, so she came over to apologize, "Xianchang, what can he know as a servant?" When she turned to look at Jing Nian, she turned her face like a book, "What are you still doing in a daze? Quickly push the car out to find someone It's unlucky that the place is buried."

I looked over and saw that the corpses were only wrapped in straw mats casually. Is this what Jing Nian said about life being cheap?

Uncle Xue gave Mrs. Jing a white look, "I think you are an old bastard, you are in a hurry to collect the corpse before you figure it out, why don't you find a pit and bury yourself?"

He looked like a fairy, but what he said was very mean, Madam Jing's face was red and white.

"Immortal Elder, Auntie, you all calm down first." Miss Jing came out of the house in a plain suit, "After all, the dead are big, and it is really unbearable to just bury them hastily. Why don't you hold a simple funeral at the house and chant After praying, it can be regarded as comforting the dead, and then I will listen to the priest's disposition."

She sighed softly, with a pitiful face, "If you can, vote for a good family in your next life."

Uncle Xue's face finally calmed down, and his tone was helpless but he could only compromise, "After the funeral is over, we should dispose of the corpse, especially the spine, to prevent the scorpion poison from spreading. The dead are dead, but the living are still alive." For the big."

I half understood, they seemed to be discussing a very heavy matter, so I secretly asked Jing Nian: "Why do you say that the dead are the most important, and then you say that the living is the most important, what is the most important?"

Jing Nian didn't take it seriously, "It depends on who can fool me."