He is unfamiliar

The next day, in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.

Bai Linchuan was sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a scroll of the Heart Purification Mantra spread out on the desk. He lowered his eyes slightly and silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra.

Mo Xue rested his head on Bai Linchuan's legs, poking his chest from time to time, and pulling his hair from time to time.

Bai Linchuan's eyelids twitched, his face turned stern, and he remained unmoved.

Of course Mo Xue noticed Bai Linchuan's dissatisfaction, so he became even more reckless. He lifted a strand of Bai Linchuan's hair and put it on his mouth. Suddenly, he kicked his legs backward, tilted his face back, and lay completely between his legs, pushing away the hand on his knee.

Bai Linchuan lowered his eyes, and suddenly a smiling face appeared in front of him. His hair hung on Mo Xue's mouth, forming a beard. Mo Xue looked at him with bright eyes.

"Xianhe, smile."

Bai Linchuan's breathing stagnated, and he clenched his knees tightly. "What do you want to do now?"

Mo Xue spoke slowly, his beard twitching in the wind, and Bai Linchuan couldn't help but turn his head away.

Mo Xue said, "I also want to learn the recording talisman, but I've searched all the books and haven't learned anything as powerful as this. It's just an ordinary seal talisman that falls apart as soon as the talisman paper is torn."

Bai Linchuan raised his eyelids and looked at him, "That's my own creation." He stroked his sleeves, placed his hand on Mo Xie's abdomen, rubbed it twice, and continued to recite the Heart Cleansing Mantra silently. Since he didn't want to leave, then let him stay here. Bai Linchuan generously didn't bother with Mo Xie.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xie glanced at the pen and inkstone on the table, "Is the seal character written here? Senior Brother is really amazing."

Bai Linchuan glanced at him and continued chanting.

Mo Xue suddenly smiled, and with one hand he flung the scroll away, sending it fluttering to the ground. He propped himself up with his hands and sat back down on the table, facing Bai Linchuan.

"You!" Bai Linchuan frowned slightly and looked at Mo Xue helplessly.

Mo Xue looked directly at Bai Linchuan, scanning his expression, and asked, "Why didn't you use the jade slip to threaten me to go down the mountain with you?"

Bai Linchuan looked back at Mo Xue, "If I threaten you, will you come with me?"

Mo Xue smiled and said, "Indeed not. There is nothing to see in Guyang Village. I grew up there when I was young and I hate that place to death."

His eyes were dark, and with a tilted mouth, he tilted his head and looked at Bai Linchuan, "I hate this table too."

Bai Linchuan suddenly lowered his head. It was Mo Xue's feet that were slowly and unceremoniously wrapping around his waist. Bai Linchuan looked slightly surprised. It was still early outside, just after noon, and the sun was bright. Several rays of light streamed in through the window lattice, shining on the desk and the scattered scrolls, and the words on them gradually became blurred...

"..." Bai Linchuan closed his eyes helplessly. Just because he wrote the musical notes here, if he couldn't get the ink to cut it, it would be destroyed.

The scorching breath is getting closer...

Thanks to the Heart Purification Mantra over the past few days, Bai Linchuan's sanity has recovered a lot. It is daytime, and he has not forgotten to observe etiquette, so he is not as crazy as he was at night.

The two men were overlapping each other, Mo Xue was kneeling on Bai Linchuan. His clothes seemed intact, and the heavy hems of his clothes were overlapping and spreading like petals, and the two bodies were inseparable.

Pen holders and scrolls were scattered on the ground, away from where they belonged.

Two people who shouldn't be there appeared on the table. Mo Xue leaned his back against the edge of the table, causing it to tremble. A section of jade-white calves stretched out from under the folded clothes.

Mo Xue suddenly moved, and Bai Linchuan frowned in unbearable pain.

Mo Xue stared at him, his icy face melting, and suddenly he smiled and said, "Crane...Crane..."

Bai Linchuan leaned over and kissed Mo Xue's lips, then pressed him down on the table. He looked at Bai Linchuan, who was dressed seriously, and grabbed his collar, pulling and biting it, making it wrinkled and messy.

After the two of them struggled for a while, Mo Xie fell unconscious in Bai Linchuan's arms.

Bai Linchuan held him and placed him on his lap. The two of them sat against each other, hugging each other tightly. Mo Xue's head rested in his arms, drooping dazedly, his soft cheek hanging on his chest, and he had lost consciousness.

This is of course because Bai Linchuan fed him something, and he would not wake up in less than twelve hours.

When Mo Xie fell asleep, all his aggressive behavior disappeared, leaving only softness and obedience. He closed his eyes and breathed evenly from his chest.

Bai Linchuan suddenly couldn't resist and lowered his head, licking his eyebrows affectionately. He loved his dark eyes, which always shone with two lights. His full of calculations were fully revealed through these eyes, although... most of the time he was calculating against him.

He took advantage of Mo Xue's unconsciousness and kissed him unscrupulously from his eyebrows all the way down, burying his head in his neck, taking a full breath, filled with the warmth of his body.

He suddenly looked at the rays of light that shot in, spreading over them like a blanket of light.

He tried to ask the gods why all the people in the world happened to meet him and fall in love with him.

This dark soul, like the abyss, slowly unfolded towards Bai Linchuan, and he was irresistibly trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.

What kind of miserable and dark past did Mo Xue have? Bai Linchuan felt a sense of emptiness as if he was unfamiliar with him and couldn't grasp him.

Suddenly, he missed his hot body temperature so much, so... he filled him again.

…

From then on, Bai Linchuan was no longer able to calm down in front of this desk, let alone meditate or pick up a pen.

After Mo Xue regained consciousness, he frowned before opening his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Bai Linchuan walking towards him and standing beside the bed.

Mo Xue kicked Bai Linchuan right on the calf, "What did you do to me!"

Bai Linchuan blinked guiltily: "Nothing."

Mo Xue frowned, "Then where is this?"

Bai Linchuan looked slightly surprised. They were in an inn. There was only a bed and a square table in the room. It was airtight and even the windows were tightly closed.

Mo Xie snorted coldly, "I feel disgusted just by smelling this air."

Bai Linchuan opened the window and the wind from outside blew in. They were in an inn, the inn in Guyang Village.

Mo Xue glared at Bai Linchuan, "Even more disgusting." He fell helplessly on the bed, "You are despicable."

Bai Linchuan nodded calmly, "I'll learn from you..."

Mo Xue looked disgusted and cursed, "You didn't have to come here. Don't regret it after you find out everything."

After Bai Linchuan waited for him to put on his shoes, the two of them left the inn together.

This is the only inn in the entire village. Bai Linchuan brought Mo Xue here last night. There was no light on the road, so he knew nothing about the outside world.

When you walk out onto the street, you’ll see people coming and going, neighbors chatting, vendors shouting, it’s very…normal.

Mo Xue looked up at the corner of the street, took a breath, and slumped his shoulders dejectedly, "Still as annoying as ever."

Bai Linchuan looked at Mo Xue curiously. In his opinion, this was just a normal village.

A couple passed by with their daughter. The wife was carrying some fresh vegetables she had just bought, and her daughter was clamoring for fish for dinner.

The three of them walked away gradually with happy smiles on their faces. Almost everyone here was like this; misfortune had never befallen them.

Bai Linchuan and Mo Xue walked from the beginning to the end of the street. The village was small, with only one relatively busy street. Vendors sold vegetables and fruits on the roadside. Most of the houses were simple wooden houses with simple courtyards. Only one or two were mansions, with plaques hanging above their doors.

Mo Xue woke up a little late. It was already evening and the sunlight was gradually dimming. The street vendors closed their stalls and the houses on both sides lit up candles, illuminating the entire street.

At the end of the street, there is a house that looks out of place. It is deep and dark, the wooden boards on the wall have rotted, and there are several holes in the window paper, which let in wind.

Mo Xue took another look over here, and Bai Linchuan stayed here based on his intuition.

An old man across the street happened to be feeding his chickens. Seeing two strangers standing in front of the house, he shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Bai Linchuan turned around, his face was handsome and full of righteousness.

The old man continued, "Young man, someone died there, so no one lives there anymore. What are you doing here so late at night?"

Bai Linchuan nodded slightly, "Has anyone died in there?"

The old man walked forward with his old legs stretched out, holding yellow rice in his hand to feed the chickens. The chickens didn't eat the rice and followed the old man with a clucking sound.

The old man said, "That's right. My house is right across the street. I woke up early that morning. You wouldn't know it, but blood seeped out from the crack in the door and formed a pool. If you look closely now, you can still see the blood seeping through the wooden threshold. It's still red."

Bai Linchuan asked: "And then?"

The old man said, "Then I yelled loudly, and all the villagers came. Two strong men pried open the door. I was still able to move forward, and I was shocked when I saw what was happening. Several people even vomited.

Old Liu lay dead on the ground, his head facing inward, his eyes fixed on the doorway, a large knife lodged in his chest. "It's about this long," the old man gestured with his arms outstretched.

There are usually few knives this long. Bai Linchuan asked, "Are you sure?"

The old man said, "The smell of blood was so strong that even my chickens remember it."

Mo Xie interrupted, "It's been so long, you must have slaughtered your chickens twice."

On the ground, a red-crowned rooster raised its head proudly, its two black eyes looking at Mo Xue, its beautiful black and red tail raised high. Suddenly, it stepped forward, bared its yellow fangs, and bit Mo Xue's clothes.

The old man turned to look at Mo Xue, "How do you know this happened more than ten years ago?"

Mo Xie kicked the rooster and kicked it away skillfully. He cursed, "It's almost the end of the year, let's kill this chicken first."

The old man was interrupted by him and said, "That won't do. I want to keep this chicken for my chicks."

Bai Linchuan pulled Mo Xie behind him, changed the subject, and asked, "Who died?"

The old man came back to his senses and said, "The one who died was the man of this family, named Liu... We all called him Lao Liu. This incident was very strange at the time.

He came from out of town, and I helped him build this house. Later, he got married, had children, and lived in harmony with his family. Lao Liu is easygoing and has never argued with anyone. He even helped me slaughter a pig, and I gave him a pound of pork as a gift. It was top-notch pork belly..."

Mo Xie sighed, "It's good meat, but it's a pity that you can only judge a person by his appearance but not his heart..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and the old man could not hear the second half of his sentence.

Bai Linchuan ignored Mo Xue's interruption and asked, "Didn't you find the murderer?"

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he seemed reluctant to talk about this matter. "He was not found. The village gathered everyone to raise money for him, bought a coffin, and buried him in the back mountain. That was it..."

Bai Linchuan frowned slightly. A man had died innocently, yet no one was investigating the murderer, and no one was afraid. He asked, "What about his wife and children?"

The old man waved his hands and said, "It's gone, it's gone..." His loose eyelids drooped little by little.