"Why is Xiaobao there?"
The boy patted Xiaobao on the back: "Ignore him."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He really wanted to rush up to the boy, hold his shoulders and shake them wildly and ask him, "How did I offend you? Tell me, I am no longer the same person I used to be, in every sense of the word."
But if he really said that, the boy would probably think he was a ghost that had taken over his body and would kill him with a sword.
Although the young man didn't allow it, Xiaobao still covered his mouth with his hands and secretly told Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, I ran in with everyone, but I couldn't get out."
"What about the others? Are they still in that haunted house?"
Xiaobao shook his head.
"Where are your family?" Fan Zhiyi also learned from him to cover his mouth secretly while interacting, and walked closer.
Xiaobao shook his head: "We have never seen Daddy and Mommy."
You're asking about a child's sad story.
Fan Zhiyi slapped himself hard in his heart, and then he heard the boy's dissatisfied voice: "You smell so bad, stay away from me."
Well, in order not to smoke Xiaobao, I'll step back.
They walked on the pitch-black road for an unknown amount of time. Fan Zhiyi felt that they had been walking in a straight line, but there was no exit in this straight line. Until he looked up inadvertently and saw a familiar wine banner, Fan Zhiyi felt as if he had seen it before.
He looked back and saw that the haunted house was still right behind them, as if they could return to the door by just taking a few steps back.
Fan Zhiyi felt that something was wrong. Could it be that they had encountered the legendary ghost wall?
However, there was one difference: the room on the right suddenly lit up. This was not comforting in the silence, but rather added a touch of eeriness.
"Do you feel like we've been to this place before?" Fan Zhiyi asked, not wanting an answer.
But the other party replied to him with a "nonsense" and then raised his hand to knock on the wooden door.
Thank you so much for scolding me.
The boy knocked three times, but no one answered. Then, facing Fan Zhiyi's stunned expression, he kicked the door open and said, "I want a room with two beds."
Fan Zhiyi leaned over to take a look. On the entire first floor, there was only one person sitting at the counter, but the lighting was dim and he couldn't see the person's face at all.
The whole inn gave people a very uncomfortable feeling, especially when they entered the door. Fan Zhiyi shuddered and then quickly closed the door.
I don’t know what season it is in this world now. He has been exposed to the wind for so long that he is almost freezing to death.
Every time the young man took a step, Fan Zhiyi followed suit.
Although Fan Zhiyi didn't really want to be disliked, his life was at stake, so what if he was a little thick-skinned?
"Um, please bring up some more hot water." He had seen in costume dramas or novels that ancient hotels required the waiters to make hot water themselves, unlike modern hotels that are fully equipped. He wondered if... well, how should I put it, would the hotels in the world of Exorcist have better conditions because of the fantasy elements.
Finally, Fan Zhiyi watched the young man take the doorplate and throw an unknown amount of money on the table, then began to walk up the stairs. Every step he took on the wooden stairs made a "creaking" sound due to years of disrepair, and seemed particularly heavy.
When Fan Zhiyi followed the wooden ladder and walked to the middle, he didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there were many people behind him staring at them, and rustling sounds came into his ears.
Fan Zhiyi was torn between his conscience and his desires, but he finally turned his head suspiciously to take a look.
Oh my god, all the lights downstairs were out. With the candlelight in the corridor on the second floor, I could see that in the darkness, there seemed to be many figures, but also seemed to be no figures. All the sounds stopped abruptly the moment he turned his head, as if he was hallucinating.
Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he ran up the stairs with a "bang bang bang" sound and was only one step away from the boy's back. He valued his life and was not afraid of being scolded. He had to go back alive because he had saved the money he earned and had not had time to spend it.
Alas, life is not easy.
He was a good young man, but he actually got transported into such a novel. How could it be easy for him? He didn't know the world view, the background, or even the protagonist!
Fan Zhiyi glanced at the young man in front of him. This young man had the aura of a king and a protagonist. Anyway, the right thing to do now was to follow him.
Their room was at the end of the corridor. The boy pushed the door open and went in to light the light. Then he put Xiaobao on the bed on the left and went to light the remaining candles.
Fan Zhiyi just stood aside, not knowing what to do and feeling a little embarrassed.
"Take it."
The boy threw something over. Fan Zhiyi caught it. It was a porcelain vase. He asked sincerely, "What is this?"
"Medicine for the wound," the young man said, "You sleep in the other bed."
What a good person! He even left a bed for him. Fan Zhiyi originally thought that he would have no choice but to sleep on the floor.
Taking advantage of the clear light, Fan Zhiyi finally saw that the young man who saved them had the very good appearance he expected, with red lips and white teeth, a handsome face, his hair tied up high, and wearing a white waistcoat that was convenient for movement. He looked very much like the young knight in Fan Zhiyi's mind.
And judging from his slightly immature face, he is only about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The boy's sword had been wiped clean and put back into the scabbard behind his back when Fan Zhiyi was not paying attention. Now the boy took out the scabbard and placed it on the table.
Seeing that the young man was as bright as the breeze and the moon, while he himself was extremely sloppy, Fan Zhiyi sighed silently in his heart.
He untied his belt and found that he was wearing another layer of clothes underneath, so he took off the outer layer of clothes covered with mud and blood.
The one inside is at least quite clean, but it has been pickled and has absorbed some flavor. I have to rub the clothes I just took off manually, but it probably won't dry after one night. Is there any laundry detergent here? I'm afraid it won't be clean if I rub it directly with water.
In fact, if conditions permit, Fan Zhiyi would be so happy if he could take a hot shower at this time, but the conditions are not there, so Fan Zhiyi tactfully sat on the quilt of the assigned bed and waited for the hot water to be served.
After calming down, Fan Zhiyi once again realized how dangerous it was to escape from a haunted house. He was so frightened that he couldn't really remember what had happened. He only remembered that he had been running and being scared.
Moreover, he was so awesome that he could actually run away with a child in his arms without being caught by ghosts.
It would be nice if Baibai was here.
Fan Zhiyi sighed. He thought he was sighing in his heart, but he found that an extremely fiery gaze was falling on him. He quickly looked up and met the boy's gaze, which he had not yet retracted.
The young man didn't expect to meet Fan Zhiyi's eyes and was stunned for a moment.
Fan Zhiyi smiled friendly, but the boy frowned, turned his head away, and said unforgivingly, "How foolish."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Do you know what a kind smile is?
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