I don’t know if it’s because it’s daytime, but there isn’t a single ghost in the inn. The light diffuses through the paper-covered windows, making the first floor of the inn hazy and actually somewhat cozy.
Fan Zhiyi pushed open the window and coughed a few times because of the dust. Tiny dust particles swirled in the air.
Fan Zhiyi said, "This inn hasn't been used for a long time."
The boy didn't say anything and simply pulled open the two curtains behind the counter.
Behind one door is a simple kitchen, another one blocks the small courtyard at the back, and another kitchen is located next to the wall of the courtyard, and there is also a warehouse.
But unfortunately, after searching for a long time, Fan Zhiyi didn't find anything edible, and in the end there was nothing.
The young man stood by with his arms folded, watching Fan Zhiyi busying himself, showing his disgust for these things and not wanting to even touch them.
There is a well in the courtyard. Fan Zhiyi has seen this kind of well when he played horror games before. He just needs to hang the wooden barrel on it, then lower the rope and pull it up.
The dry well was so deep that Fan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable even during the day. The water inside looked black and he didn't know whether it could be used.
This reminded Fan Zhiyi of horror movies he had seen before, one of which was directed by Uncle Ying. In one scene, there was a rotting corpse in a well. Just thinking about it gave him goosebumps.
"Aren't you afraid that there are corpses in this well, crawling out of the well at night to seek revenge on those who drank the water from this well?" The young man lowered his voice, pretending to create a terrifying atmosphere.
Very good, it successfully scared the rookie Fan Zhiyi and reminded him of another old corpse in the movie, and he stopped pumping water.
He had absolutely no desire to put the barrel down and then lift it up again.
"Anyone with a brain knows that what I just said was made up." The boy was obviously happy because he scared Fan Zhiyi. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have touched the water last night."
Fan Zhiyi endured: "What good will it do you to scare me?"
"I'm happy."
Fan Zhiyi: "...as long as you are happy."
The young man showed no sign of wanting to help. Fan Zhiyi was indeed not very familiar with this method of drawing water from a wooden bucket, so in the end he only filled half the bucket, rolled up his sleeves, and carried it upstairs with great difficulty.
Now not only my legs are sore, but my hands are also sore.
Xiaobao was still sleeping. Fan Zhiyi woke him up and wiped his face with a handkerchief. The child was so thin, his cheeks were sunken from malnutrition, but his eyes were bright. This contrast was heartbreaking.
After taking care of Xiaobao, Fan Zhiyi wiped himself casually. He would never drink this water anyway, even if he died of thirst.
But Xiaobao is a child after all, and we have to find water for him. I don’t know if the boy has any way. People like them who have special skills will carry a Qiankun bag or something when they go out, and carry all kinds of things.
Fan Zhiyi rummaged through his handkerchief and when he turned around, he saw that the boy was giving a piece of dry biscuit to Xiaobao, while Xiaobao was holding a kettle in his arms.
Fan Zhiyi: “???!”
No, big brother, you have water and dry food, but you still watch me rummaging around, and even condescend to accompany me on a trip. What do you want?
Fan Zhiyi looked at him eagerly. What was the importance of face when one was alive? "Hero, warrior, could you give me a little too?"
The boy didn't respond, but out of mercy he gave half of the remaining dry biscuits to Fan Zhiyi, and Xiaobao also handed the kettle to Fan Zhiyi.
After everything was ready, they were ready to go out. Thanks to the medicine the boy gave him last night, the wound on Fan Zhiyi's arm had formed a thin scab.
"Wait, clothes."
Fan Zhiyi was stopped when he was about to open the door. He lowered his head and looked at his thin clothes: "Yes, it's a bit cold in the morning." He felt it when he just went out!
Fan Zhiyi went back and picked up the quilt to wrap himself, then found that the boy was staring at him with disgust, and then threw a piece of clothing at his head.
Fan Zhiyi pulled it down and saw that it was a black robe. Looking again, the boy had already left with Xiaobao.
Tsk, a man with a hard mouth but a soft heart.
When leaving the inn, Fan Zhiyi saw the young man put the silver he had given out last night back into his bag, and he couldn't help but admire the young man for being a frugal person.
With the help of sunlight during the day, Fan Zhiyi became much bolder.
The boy's clothes were a little too big for his current body shape, and the sleeves were a little too long. Fan Zhiyi rolled them up again and again before he fixed them and tied the belt.
The boy glanced at him on the way, probably because he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
The streets during the day are at most a little clearer than at night, but there are still no people.
The restaurant's flags were blown high by the strong wind. In this situation, Fan Zhiyi had to thank the young man for giving him an outer robe in the morning. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it was so warm.
Xiaobao was also wrapped in a small blanket sponsored by the teenager, and he said he felt very warm.
Judging from the fabrics and the young man's extraordinary demeanor, he is definitely rich or noble. As for the rest, I know nothing.
After walking for about an hour, Fan Zhiyi stopped. His legs really couldn't take it anymore. The pain was hellish.
The young man walked a long way before reluctantly stopping and staring at him. He still looked very proud, with his chin raised high, as if he didn't want to pay any attention to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi hunched over and said, "I can't do it anymore. I ran too hard yesterday and my legs are almost broken. Can I rest for a while? Just a little while."
The young man crossed his arms and said, "You're not even as good as a child?"
In other words, you are useless.
If it’s useless, then it’s useless.
Fan Zhiyi nodded sincerely. The boy seemed speechless and didn't say anything for a long time. Fan Zhiyi tentatively sat down on the steps next to him. Seeing that the boy didn't say anything, he immediately collapsed on them.
He didn't want to hold back, but his legs were really not good. Who could understand the sadness of a corporate slave who hadn't exercised for years?
Fan Zhiyi raised his eyes and saw the wine banner under the blue sky again. He turned his head and saw the haunted house behind him. Even in the daytime, it exuded an indescribable eerie horror.
"This must be what's commonly known as a ghost wall." Fan Zhiyi struggled to sit up and beat his thighs. Turning around, he saw that it was the inn where they stayed last night. The door was closed, but the window that Fan Zhiyi opened in the morning was still open.
To be honest, there is no open door on this street, except for the haunted house, which has its door wide open. The bait should not be made too obvious.
The young man ignored Fan Zhiyi and stroked the stone statue at the door of the inn, then looked around.
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