Chapter 321 Jinjiang
The guests sat around the table, laughing and talking to each other about how they had just successfully fooled the villagers, while eating the food the villagers brought.
The original fatigue was temporarily suppressed by the current excitement. The sense of security brought by the food entering their stomachs also relaxed their just tense spirits.
The light from the old-fashioned light bulbs is dim and soft, and the house is filled with a warm feeling of laughter and joy.
Only Ye Li and the general were sitting far away by the window, with their arms folded across their chests, away from the guests. Even the aura around them was cold and stern, keeping people at a distance.
The guests were actually interested in inviting these two to come together. After all, they were very grateful to Ye Li and the other man for protecting them.
But everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward under such pressure.
As An Nanyuan took a step in that direction, he saw Ye Li glance at him coldly, as if warning him not to run around.
He was frightened and silently withdrew his foot and returned to the table.
An Nanyuan: QAQ This person’s aura is too terrifying. Perhaps only Brother Yan can get along with this person without changing his expression.
Ye Li retracted his gaze and stared at the opposing general again, as if he wanted to see several holes in his body.
If it weren't for this guy, he and Shi Xun would have almost returned to Binhai City by now, and they would be able to return home soon, stay in the same room with each other, and do many interesting things...
Instead of looking for corpses in a place like this!
The general didn't even raise his eyes, but just quietly guarded the window and listened to the sounds outside.
Like a wife in ancient times waiting for her husband to return.
When he heard faint sounds of conversation outside, the general immediately stood up from his position like a spring and rushed directly to the door.
The guests who were eating just now felt a gust of wind blowing past them. When they looked subconsciously, there was only an open door and a dark space outside.
They were extremely confused and had no idea what had just passed by.
After a moment of surprise, Ye Li immediately realized what was happening outside the window, and rushed out angrily.
Never give the general a chance to be alone with Shi Xun!
Show off in front of Shi Xun?
Don’t even think about it!
Yan Shixun and Yan Wang walked side by side. Just as they stepped onto the path leading back to the village house, in the blink of an eye, they saw the general standing quietly in front of them.
Without the coldness and sharpness as when they first met, the warrior who had taken off his armor and was wearing casual clothes also had a gentle and calm look of peace in this world.
He stared at Yan Shixun quietly, with a smile on his lips, and even his eyebrows softened, as if Yan Shixun was the only one left in his eyes.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that General Zhan would be waiting for him here.
"Why are you here?"
He went up to her and asked curiously, "What happened?"
The general shook his head slightly, and a gentle smile was hidden under his steady voice: "It's dark at night, I'm afraid you'll get lost, so I'm here to take you home."
Yan Shixun paused.
No one has ever said that to a powerful ghost buster.
Normally, when Yan Shixun walks at night, the one who needs to worry about his safety is not him, but the ghost.
It was as if he had returned to his youth a long time ago, when Li Chengyun had once gathered up his sleeves, stood at the entrance of the alley, and waited for him to come home with a smile on his face.
A smile slowly spread in Yan Shixun's eyes.
He appreciated the gesture.
But before Yan Shixun could walk up to the general and say anything, a gust of wind blew by, and Ye Li's figure appeared beside the general.
Ye Li's face darkened, and he looked at the general with an extremely terrifying expression. He even put his hand on the general's shoulder, as if holding his lifeline and telling him not to act rashly.
"It seems that you don't trust Shi Xun very much."
Thinking about the conversation between the two people he just heard, Ye Li was furious, but because Yan Shixun was by his side, he could only barely suppress the idea of fighting with this guy. He asked with a fake smile: "Do you think that Shixun doesn't even have the ability to protect himself?"
Yan Shixun was still preparing to step forward to speak for the general, but in the eyes of the King of Hell, Ye Li was almost clearly intending to destroy the general's image in Yan Shixun's mind and to sow discord between the two.
Yama:…………
He looked at Ye Li with complicated eyes, feeling that he had known this person for the past thousand years in vain.
How come I didn't realize before that the Lord of Fengdu actually has this side? It seems that ghosts and gods in love are also unreasonable.
——Especially when facing the crisis of another person snatching your lover away.
But the general was extremely calm. He didn't even glance at Ye Li. He kept staring at Yan Shixun without even changing his expression.
"Because I'm here, Shi Xun doesn't have to think so much. I'll take care of everything."
The general's eyebrows softened and he chuckled, "If he wants to be a kid, that's fine."
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "This is really a bit difficult. There are so many people over there waiting for me to send them back to Binhai City. What are you thinking?"
After hearing Yan Shixun's answer, Yan Wang, whose heart had been raised high, slowly let it go.
...Okay, very good, you are worthy of being Yan Shixun. I didn’t understand.
The general raised his eyebrows, not expecting Yan Shixun to give such an answer.
Ye Li was happy.
He nonchalantly let go of the general, took a few steps back to distance himself from the opponent, and sneered softly.
Ye Li: Do you know how hard it is to woo Shi Xun? How can you move a treasure that I have been hiding for so long to finally open up to you with just a few words? Ha.
"Let's go, Shi Xun."
When Ye Li passed by the general, he even glanced at him with disdain, as if he were a winner, and then smiled and said to Yan Shixun: "You must be tired from running around one thing after another. Eat early and take a rest. Don't worry, I'll keep watch."
Yan Shixun had no idea that the two people opposite him had just ended a tit-for-tat fight. He just nodded and told Ye Li about the abandoned charity cemetery on the other side of the mountain.
As for the guests who saw this scene through the open door in the house: "…………"
Although they had long been aware of how Ye Li and Yan Shixun got along with each other, this did not prevent them from once again being amazed at the difference in attitudes between ghosts and gods.
Don’t say that ghosts and gods are cruel, it’s just that they are not the ones who treat you kindly.
"Shi Xun, do you think there is something wrong with that charity cemetery?"
Ye Li didn't care about whether the cemetery was a cemetery or not, but he cared about Yan Shixun's opinion. If Yan Shixun said that he didn't like the ruins, he could just raze them.
When a hundred thousand ghost soldiers trample upon the ground, no matter what evil spirits and monsters are hiding underneath, they will be turned into a handful of dirt and won't be able to do anything anymore.
Yan Shixun shook his head and felt doubtful when he recounted the story told by the village chief.
"Even in that era, it was not normal to have such a large number of deaths in charity."
He whispered, "I saw wolves here, and a few gathered at the charity cemetery. Or maybe the charity cemetery over there was abandoned, and there were still bones left inside, which attracted the wolves to go there to eat the dry bones and rotten meat. Or maybe it's possible."
Yan Shixun paused for a moment before expressing his guess: "Could it be that the mass death back then was not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster?"
"Someone deliberately trained wild wolves to kill nearby villagers, and then pretended that the dead bodies were resurrected, but in fact it was the wild wolves that were biting the villagers. So after many years, the wild wolves still habitually gathered there, following the instincts they were trained to do, generation after generation?"
However, Yan Shixun knew very well that even if he guessed the truth, he had no way to verify it.
Besides, the villagers who experienced this incident have long since died, and no one knows what the truth was hundreds of years ago.
No one needs it.
When looking at the abandoned charity cemetery from the top of the mountain, Yan Shixun did not sense the presence of any wronged souls or ghosts, as if the people who died in the charity cemetery that year were not dissatisfied with death.
So after the habitual deduction, Yan Shixun put the matter aside and returned to the village house amid the laughter and welcome of the guests.
Although considering the temperature at night, Yan Shixun did not let everyone spend the night in the car.
However, the village where they were staying had a long history of criminal record and could not be fully trusted, so Yan Shixun asked everyone to gather in one house and rejected the village chief's suggestion to vacate a few more rooms for them.
This house built outside the village was ostracized by the villagers because the owner was a widow. However, it was obvious to the naked eye that the young man in charge of repairing the tire was a practical man who built the house big and sturdy enough to withstand the cold wind on winter nights, and it was full of life.
However, no matter how big the room is, it would seem a bit crowded with so many people sleeping in it.
But no one was dissatisfied. Instead, the guests felt much more at ease sleeping in this crowded manner.
The people they care about are right beside them, they can see each other just by looking up, and even their sleep becomes sweet.
After everyone finished their meal, the fatigue that had not been completely recovered from being on the highway for just a few hours came back along with the food shortage.
After the excitement of successfully fooling the villagers, I felt sleepy and yawned.
They quickly washed up and got into the quilt brought by the village chief.
In order to get the money back from Yan Shixun, the village chief put all his effort into preparing things, for fear that Yan Shixun would not give them the money if he was not satisfied. Therefore, whether it was food or bedding, they were all good things collected from various households in the village.
The quilt still has the smell of being exposed to the sun, and it is so soft that it makes people feel happy.
As soon as An Nanyuan lay down in the quilt, he sighed deeply with happiness and didn't want to move anymore.
"I suddenly thought, if I buy a big house in the future, it would be wonderful for all of you to come to my house and sleep on the floor together like this."
An Nanyuan said with emotion: "This way I won't have to worry about encountering ghosts anymore. With other people sleeping next to me, I won't have any wild thoughts at all."
Bai Shuang asked in surprise, "You won't be able to sleep with Director Zhang, who has a ghost-like physique?"
An Nanyuan: "...I'm sorry, I was reckless. Let's forget about it."
Then he might be able to do it in one go and scare him to death.
Song Ci sneered, disdainful of his proposal: "Why do I have to live in your house? Is it because my 1,000-square-meter house is not big enough, or can't afford a bigger house?"
An Nanyuan: Damn, is being rich so great? It’s really great… I’m so envious!
Zhao Zhen, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, quickly walked over and lay down, separating An Nanyuan and Song Ci to prevent the two from continuing their quarrel.
Yan Shixun also came over holding his quilt.
It was rare for him to be so relaxed outside. With his coat draped aside and the top four buttons of his black shirt unbuttoned, he instantly changed from the tight and casual feeling that facilitated movement to the leisurely feeling like at home.
Perhaps, it was because Ye Li was by his side that he could rest assured and leave the safety of himself and his group to Ye Li.
"Get some sleep."
Facing everyone's surprised eyes, Yan Shixun asked calmly: "Aren't you tired?"
"No, it's just the first time I saw Brother Yan resting with us."
Nantian said sincerely: "That's great. Brother Yan looked so tired before that his face didn't look good. If he can take a rest, he will feel much better."
The other guests who secretly cared about Yan Shixun also nodded repeatedly.
Yan Shixun was amused. He patted Nantian lightly, then lay down on the big bunk.
Suddenly, sleepiness came over me along with warmth.
Before closing his eyes, Yan Shixun glanced at Ye Li.
Ye Li nodded after receiving Yan Shixun's message. He leaned over, gently kissed Yan Shixun on the forehead, and whispered, "Go to sleep, I'm here."
Other guests who were treated as air: burp.
Whether it is Ye Li, the general, or the King of Hell, these three people strictly speaking do not need to rest at all. It is just right to let them keep watch at night.
The three of them were all far apart from each other, sitting or standing behind the door or by the window.
After Yan Shixun, the midpoint connecting the three of them, fell asleep, they no longer had any thoughts of communicating with each other.
Especially Ye Li and the generals, they wished that the other side would disappear immediately.
However, this kind of standing position surrounded the guests from all directions, providing tight protection, allowing the guests to feel safe and fall asleep with a smile on their face.
Soon, the only sound left in the house was the sound of even breathing.
Ye Li sat beside Yan Shixun, watching his lover's sleeping face, with a gentle look on his face.
His slender fingers gently brushed across his lover's cheek, and when his fingertips passed over her eyelashes, it felt like being scratched by a large cat, and the itch went all the way to the bottom of her heart.
Ye Li's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his palm finally fell on Yan Shixun's hand. He interlocked his fingers with his sleeping lover, and would not allow anyone to snatch his treasure away.
The general's eyes were deep and cold, but due to Yan Shixun's different perceptions of the two of them, he could only stand by the window and watch the scene quietly without moving forward.
While the guests were sleeping soundly, many people suffered from insomnia.
At the village chief's house, several villagers sat around the table, sighing with sad faces.
"This deal is really not worth it. Not only did I not make any money, but I also lost so much money."
"Who says it's not true? My family has put in a lot of effort to get the money back. We even took out new bedding that has not been used yet."
"Come on, whose family isn't like this? It's all the fault of Ma Laosan's family. Why are they shouting nonsense? If they hadn't said that there was a car passing by the village, we wouldn't have run over and ended up running into such a tough guy."
A few people sighed and wanted to find another way to make some money, but when they thought of the ferocious people in that car, they backed off.
"How about we wait until they fall asleep in the middle of the night and then go over and kill them?"
One of them looked greedy and whispered, "I saw that many of the things they brought were made of gold! They must be very valuable."
As soon as he said this, the village chief immediately recalled the fear he felt when facing Yan Shixun. He was immediately furious and slapped him: "Bullshit!"
"You have the life to rob, but you also have to have the life to spend! Those people keep talking about dead people, how dare you mess with them? Are you tired of living?"
The slap was extremely loud, and it landed on the man's bald head, with a sound as crisp as slapping a melon.
The others were suddenly afraid to speak.
Although they had never seen Yan Shixun alone after he returned from the mountain, and did not quite understand why the village chief had such a big reaction, they had no choice but to endure it since it was the village chief who said so.
Several people whispered to each other to discuss solutions, but they all gave up one by one. They smoked their pipes by the dim candle, with a glass of wine at hand, and looked sad until the second half of the night.
The village chief shook off the cigarette ash on his body and shook his head in regret: "I spent all day hunting geese, but I didn't expect to be blinded by a goose. I really encountered such a beast that I can't afford to offend. Oh, what bad luck!"
"It's already late at night, you should go home quickly and don't waste my candles."
The village chief kicked them one by one in dissatisfaction: "Get out!"
A few people said goodbye to the village chief with a grin and prepared to go out.
But at this moment, a scream suddenly came from not far away, breaking the silence of the night.
“Ah——!!! Ghost! The dead, the dead are resurrected!!!”
The woman's voice was so sharp and filled with deep fear that it almost blew away the night.
Several villagers were so frightened by the shout that they trembled all over. They were also infected with fear and felt uneasy, not knowing what had happened.
But slowly, one of them noticed something was wrong.
“This sound…”
He hesitated and trembled, "It seems to be my wife?"
The others heard it and recalled the shouting just now. They were also shocked: "Oh no, it seems to be true!"
"Hey! My wife!"
The man slapped his thigh anxiously and ran towards home.
The others followed him.
But not long after he ran out, he heard shouting again.
Male and female.
Coming from different directions of the village.
The biggest thing in common is that every sound is filled with creepy fear.
What made several villagers panic even more was that they found that those voices were familiar, like... their own family members.
They were suddenly panicked and staggered and crawled towards home.
But before we got home, someone noticed something unusual.
In the distance, half hidden in the dark village road, a thin figure with his head lowered stood quietly.
It was too far to see who it was. The villagers squinted their eyes to look at it for a few times, but the more they looked, the more nervous they became. They shouted and cursed: "Who is it! Who is playing tricks there? Whose family is this kid from?"
The man did not answer, but just stood there silently, with his head drooping and his arms hanging naturally, so stiff that he did not look like a living person.
The village chief looked at the figure and suddenly remembered the story he had just told Yan Shixun.
——The dead will come back to kill other people.
He was so frightened that he turned pale and turned around to run away from the man.
However, they did not expect that when the village chief ran, the people who were originally standing still also started running and followed closely behind the village chief.
Seeing this, several other villagers who also wanted to run away subconsciously looked at that man.
But the moment they saw the man's appearance clearly, everyone couldn't help but scream in fear.
“Aaaaaaa——!!!”
The bloody smell spread, and the fog gathered and dispersed...
Yan Shixun suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead with sharp eyes.
Like a ferocious beast that has been awakened, its sharp claws are ready to swing at the enemy at any time.
What woke Yan Shixun up was the sense of crisis that was clearly transmitted even in his sweet dream, as well as the faint screams he heard.
When Yan Shixun turned over and sat up, Nantian rubbed his eyes and slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, asking curiously: "Did I just have a nightmare? Why do I feel like someone is shouting?"
Nantian, who was a little dazed in his sleep, couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality.
But Yan Shixun had already thrown back the quilt, stood up quickly, grabbed the coat next to him, put it on, and prepared to go out to check.
There were three figures guarding the flickering candles. Both Ye Li and the King of Hell seemed to be indifferent to it and no one was nervous.
Ye Li did not stop Yan Shixun's actions. Instead, he took big strides forward, walked side by side with Yan Shixun, and even reached out to help him open the door.
Before Yan Shixun strode into the village, the first thing he smelled was the bloody odor coming with the wind.
The winter wind soaked through my clothes.
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