When there was a knock on the door, Fan Zhiyi couldn't wait to open it, and was met with the smiling face of the waiter, but the smile was very stiff and looked weird no matter how he looked at it.
The waiter didn't say anything. He carried the basin and walked past Fan Zhiyi into the room. Then he paused. Fan Zhiyi found that he was staring at the blood-stained clothes he had just taken off.
Because Fan Zhiyi was standing right in front of the door, he saw the waiter's staring eyes, as if he had seen some delicacy.
Fan Zhiyi was disgusted by the metaphor that suddenly came to his mind.
Xiaobao huddled under the quilt. The young man leaned against the bedside pillar and said casually, as if he knew nothing, "Put the water here."
This sentence seemed to turn on the waiter's switch. Fan Zhiyi saw the waiter grinning stiffly at him, his dark pupils rolling in the whites of his eyes, and his gaze fell on the wound on his arm. He was so scared that he immediately covered the wound and smiled dryly.
The waiter put down the basin and went out. The young man ordered, "Go and close the door."
There were only three of them left at the scene, so it was obvious who this sentence was addressed to.
Fan Zhiyi walked over and took a look at the corridor outside. He saw the waiter walking slowly towards the stairs. However, his walking posture was very strange, and he staggered as if he was drunk. This made Fan Zhiyi inexplicably recall the female ghost in the haunted house.
Please, don't recall everything.
Then, Fan Zhiyi suddenly covered his mouth, quickly closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes filled with horror.
He saw that the waiter's feet were walking one after another!
He gestured randomly at the young man, his speech system a little disordered.
The young man used his sword to pick up the coat Fan Zhiyi had taken off, then gave him a look of confusion and disdain: "What are you doing?"
"He...that, the one who just came in..." The weird atmosphere just now stimulated Fan Zhiyi, and he gestured with his hands and feet. Then he saw the young man hanging his clothes directly outside the window and burning them. Fan Zhiyi calmed down completely.
"What are you doing?"
"Your clothes are covered in blood, and you still think there aren't enough things in this inn?"
"So you already knew something was wrong with this inn."
"Any normal person can tell that something's wrong with the inn, but it's nothing serious anyway."
"But I only have one coat, and I'll freeze to death."
The boy glanced at him, then gestured to Fan Zhiyi to look at the quilt on the bed: "You can wrap yourself in it and go out."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
No, what is this guy showing off? Well, he can show off.
If Fan Zhiyi had the ability to exorcise ghosts, he wouldn't care about anything and would definitely be more arrogant than anyone else.
When faced with a strong opponent, they become weak; when faced with a weak opponent, they become strong. It's enough to make even the capitalists cry.
Fan Zhiyi didn't want to continue this topic. The possibility of him rescuing his coat from the boy was zero.
He walked over to the basin and asked sincerely, "Is this water okay?"
The young man had finished burning the clothes and closed the window. He came over, glanced at the basin, and replied, "It can be used, but don't use it yet."
Fan Zhiyi originally wanted to wipe Xiaobao first, and just then he saw a handkerchief in the room.
But when the boy said that, Fan Zhiyi thought something was wrong, so he stepped back. As a result, he saw the boy took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, dipped it in water and used it to wipe Xiaobao's face.
Fan Zhiyi asked weakly, "I can use the water after you use it, right?"
The boy ignored him and threw the handkerchief he had used to wipe Xiaobao's face, hands and feet out of the window. Then he came over to wash his hands, walked to the candles and blew out the first one.
Ahhhhh, this is different from what we agreed on. He hasn’t even washed his face yet.
Fan Zhiyi began to splash water on his face quickly. No, why is the water so cold?
With the help of the remaining candlelight, he could see that his current face was about 70% similar to his appearance in the original world, but the visual effect was that he looked much better. Even though his hair was a mess like a chicken coop, it did not affect his handsomeness at all.
Well, I'm so handsome.
Fan Zhiyi sighed and said that he must observe himself carefully if he had the chance.
Fan Zhiyi finally used the handkerchief in the inn. After he quickly washed his face and wiped himself, the young man had already blown out the last candle, and was silently urging him.
Fan Zhiyi threw himself into his quilt and wrapped himself up: "Can you not blow out the last candle, but just leave one? If the light will disturb you, I can put the candle at the foot of my bed."
Fan Zhiyi felt that he had made a reasonable and humble request. He held up a finger and looked at the boy pitifully. The boy smiled, his eyebrows and eyes very handsome: "Are you afraid of the dark, or are you afraid of ghosts?"
Fan Zhiyi said sincerely, "I'm afraid of ghosts, and Xiaobao must be afraid too."
Fan Zhiyi looked over and found that Xiaobao had actually fallen asleep! Are all children's sleep quality so good? Don't they have nightmares? Don't they feel scared?
Then, the young man swiftly blew out the last candle, and the room returned to darkness and silence. "Fan Zhiyi, you know, it's said that ghosts can't turn, so the last room in the corridor is particularly likely to be haunted."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." He was angry, he was really angry!
Fan Zhiyi wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and began to close his eyes to try to fall asleep.
It’s okay as long as I fall asleep, it’s okay as long as I fall asleep. Even if a ghost really comes and eats me in my dream, it’s better than being scared when I’m awake.
But Fan Zhiyi suffered from insomnia. He couldn't fall asleep, but he was afraid of disturbing the two people in the next bed, so he didn't dare to turn over.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard some noise outside.
"Are they asleep?"
"Sleep, sleep."
"Are they powerful?"
"The one with the sword is the one with the cultivation, and he hates the other one who is stupid and foolish."
Fan Zhiyi: “…” Whoever you call stupid is stupid. If you continue to plot loudly, I will hear you.
The noises outside were dense, thin, mixed, and eerie, making it impossible for Fan Zhiyi to keep warm under the quilt.
He could only close his eyes and pretend to be asleep and continue listening, adhering to the fighting method of not moving unless the enemy moves.
"Anyway, our target is that idiot. We're going to dig out his heart and liver, pull out his intestines, drink his blood, then skin him and hang him up, and boil his bones into soup."
"I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten in a long time. Come on, hurry up."
"Faster, faster!"
…
They unified their battle plan, and then suddenly quieted down. This quietness gave people a bad feeling.
Fan Zhiyi could no longer remain calm. He sat up and jumped off the bed barefoot to the boy's side, then swiftly squatted at the foot of the bed.
What a joke! They were about to eat him, but he was still pretending to sleep under the covers. What kind of buffet was he? He was afraid of waking up Xiaobao, so he didn't even crawl into the boy's quilt. He just asked for a place at the foot of the bed. Not too much, right?
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