Chapter 4 Chapter 4 "How is it? Is he dead? ...

"How is it? Is he dead?" Li Baili stood at the door of the basement, looked down inside and asked.

"You're not dead yet. Do you want to come down?" the swordsman answered from below.

"Come up and pick me up." Li Baili squatted down.

"Okay." The swordsman came over from below, stood next to the ladder, looked up at Li Baili and said, "Come down."

Li Baili thought about it and jumped down.

The sword bearer opened his arms and caught him, and couldn't help laughing: "You are not afraid of death, but what if I can't catch you?"

Li Baihe patted her clothes and said from the side: "How can you not catch it? The worst that can happen is that you will break a bone."

When he said this, he turned to look at the swordsman and said with a smile: "Do you think I will die before you? That is absolutely impossible."

The swordsman stared at Li Baili blankly, his heart filled with complicated feelings, as if ants were crawling over his heart.

Li Baili patted his face, as if she saw that the TV was broken, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The swordsman came back to his senses, avoided his gaze, blinked and smiled, "Maybe there is something wrong with the heart."

Li Baili was a little worried. She put her hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat and frowned, saying, "There is no doctor here. What should I do if you die?"

"You can go out by yourself." The swordsman spread out his hands.

"Come on, I don't like going out, and I can't go out," Li Baili retracted her hand, expressionless, with eyes drooping, shaking her head and saying with no interest, "There are people everywhere in the world who have grudges against me. If I go out and get recognized by them, they will tear me to pieces. It's better for you to go out, it's safer."

The sword bearer nodded and pulled him to the bedside.

The injured person is lying in bed and is feeling much better than he did last night.

He struggled to sit up: "Thank you for saving my life last night."

The swordsman let go of Li Baili and put the person behind him. He looked at the injured person expressionlessly and said, "You're welcome."

"Gentlemen, are you here to see me off?" the injured man hesitated and asked cautiously.

"That's right," the sword bearer nodded, "but the way I'm sending you is unusual. You can't open your eyes, or I'll kill you. If you accept, I'll send you right away. If you don't accept, I'll kill you right now."

Li Baili stood behind the swordsman, her whole body hidden in the shadows. From the injured person's perspective, she couldn't see his face at all. At that time, she saw a trace of gold thread on the corner of his clothes, which was slightly lit by the candlelight.

He just smiled and said, "There's not much else here, but there's a lot of soil. It's easy to bury a person. If you agree and then regret it, the result will be the same."

The injured man shuddered, his face turned pale, and he quickly said: "I will never regret it. I will leave now, and I promise I will not open my eyes on the road."

"That's good," the swordsman looked at him expressionlessly, "Close your eyes, I'll take you away."

The injured man nodded repeatedly, closed his eyes, pressed his wound, and couldn't help but say: "But, what if I can't walk halfway and want to rest?"

"We'll be there soon, no need to rest." The swordsman said coldly.

Li Baihe saw that the injured man had closed his eyes, walked out, dragged out a bench in another direction, sat down and said, "If you really want to rest, just tell us halfway. There will naturally be a time for you to rest. We know this place better than you do. We won't let you get into any danger."

If I really didn't care whether he was in danger or not, I wouldn't have rescued him yesterday. Of course, there would be no need to heal him today and then leave him alone to get hurt.

The injured person heard the voice speak very freely and casually, as if he was at home. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is the villa halfway up the mountain really his home? Then what is his identity? ! Don't think about it, don't think about it. Don't know what you shouldn't know.

He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

The Sword Holder and Li Baili were both a little surprised. Looking at him, the Sword Holder asked politely, "Are you dizzy?"

What this actually means is: Are you going crazy because of the headache?

The injured person shook his head quickly, and actually made himself a little dizzy and wanted to vomit, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He just said, "I just felt a little itchy on my face, maybe there was a mosquito, so I swatted it, I didn't open my eyes."

"I know," the sword bearer said coldly, "I will take you away now, you get up now."

For some reason, the injured person felt that when he heard the other party say "stand up", it was as if he heard the emperor say to the minister, "You don't have to salute."

However, the rumor only said that the former emperor of the previous dynasty was imprisoned in the villa halfway up the mountain, and there was no news that there were two emperors here.

The injured man climbed up from the bed while wondering which route he might take and how long it would take to get back, when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards him.

Then a hand reached behind him, grabbed his collar, and dragged him out.

He quickly grabbed his collar with both hands to avoid being strangled, and whispered as he walked, "I can walk by myself."

"I know," the swordsman said with a hint of impatience, "You don't have to go the way you want to go. This way it's more convenient. We'll be there in a moment."

The injured man could only whisper, "Okay."

The Sword Bearer warned again: "Don't open your eyes."

"I understand." The injured man answered weakly but seriously.

In the blink of an eye, another gust of wind came.

The injured person could feel the wind ruffling his hair.

He couldn't help but pursed his lips and felt a strand of hair between his lips. Just as he was about to ask me if he could smooth his hair, he felt the hand holding his collar loosen.

He breathed heavily and ran his hands through his hair.

The sword bearer took two steps back, stood behind him and said to him: "We are already at the foot of the mountain, go home by yourself, I won't see you off."

Another gust of wind blew, and the swordsman disappeared.

The injured person tentatively opened his eyes slowly and found that he was indeed at the foot of the mountain. He was shocked and delighted, and quickly ran back to the village.

When he returned to the village, the villagers were already preparing for his funeral.

Because no one thought that he could come back alive after not returning for a night in the mountains.

At the entrance of the village, he saw soul flags dancing in the wind and paper money scattered on the ground next to the house. He hesitated a little, wandered around the entrance for a while, and slowly walked in amid the panicked and terrified gazes of the crowd.

Someone immediately ran to the village chief's house and knocked on the door.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

The village chief was panicked by the knock and quickly opened the door to ask, "What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?"

The villagers who knocked on the door were pale, panting, and panicked, saying, "The dead man is back. The friend of the man who was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall is back. The wronged soul who went up the mountain is back, back!!!"

The village chief gasped, his eyes widened, and he almost fell down.

The villagers rushed over to support the man, helped him sit on a chair, poured him some water and asked, "What should we do now? His friend is still kneeling in the ancestral hall."

The village chief came to his senses and said, "Go and pull the man out of the ancestral hall and don't let him kneel. Be careful that the ghost sees us and troubles us."

Ghosts that died suddenly at a young age might be more powerful.

But he can't blame us for not saving him.

That place is so dangerous. It was already too much for them to sneak in. How could we save them? We can only blame him for his bad luck."

The villagers nodded and ran out again.

When he ran to the ancestral hall, the injured person had not yet arrived.

But the young man kneeling in the ancestral hall facing the ancestral tablets was still shedding tears.

The villagers grabbed him up and dragged him out of the cafeteria, yelling, "Ancestor, stop crying. The person you're looking for has returned. Go see him. Wipe the tears from your face and don't make him worry. You've finally returned. Let's talk about something happy."

The young man had been kneeling for most of the night, his legs had already gone limp, and there was a large bruise on his knee. He was suddenly pulled up, his vision went dark, and he could not utter a word. He could only follow him as he was dragged out.

I even tripped at the door.

When he tripped over the threshold, he happened to hear the villager say to him, "You're back." He was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

But the villagers' subsequent words proved that he was not wrong.

He suddenly grabbed the villager by the collar, threw himself on him, pressed him against the wall, and asked with his eyes red from crying: "What did you say? Say it again, he is back, who is back? Is he really the person I am looking for? I don't believe that you didn't allow me to find him, and you didn't save him, how could he come back alone? How dare you lie to me?!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He took out the broken porcelain pieces that he had collected when the bowl was broken, and pressed them against the villager's neck. He applied a little force, and a little blood flowed from the villager's neck.

The villagers shouted immediately, "It's really him! He's really back. If you don't believe me, go out and see."

The young man was skeptical, frowned, pressed the broken porcelain pieces in his hand hard on the villager's neck, and cursed: "If I find out that you dare to lie to me, I will either stab you to death or burn your house down."

"I know, I know. Just go ahead." The villagers nodded repeatedly.

The boy picked up the broken porcelain pieces, turned around and ran out.

At first he ran unsteadily, not quite used to walking, but he soon became proficient. After all, that was how he ran back in the first half of the night last night.

Although his body was still very tired and his knees were more painful than last night, his spirit seemed to have been injected with a stimulant. He was extremely excited and not sleepy at all.

Anyone who sees him will think he looks more like a ghost than a ghost.

He ran to the road in the village and ran into the injured person who was looking for him.

The young man was stunned for a moment, his mouth open, unable to calm down. Tears fell from his two red eyes. He staggered back two steps, holding on to the wall to barely stand. Before he could say a word, he burst into tears.