Chapter 39 She is not Xie Guanlan's
Wen Xingluo moved to the side, trying to keep as much distance as possible from Xie Yanchen: "Your price is too high, I can't afford it."
Xie Yanchen: “But——”
"No buts!"
Wen Xingluo interrupted him hastily and had already moved to the red-painted lattice window of the Buddhist temple.
Fortunately, the wooden window was not locked.
She pushed open the window, lifted her skirt and went out decisively.
Xie Yanchen stood alone in the Buddhist temple.
The spring night wind blew in from the wide-open window, and the young man's white clothes swayed in layers. The green-faced, fang-toothed evil ghost mask formed a sharp contrast with the half of his face that was as gentle as jade, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was bright red.
He picked up the fish lantern that Wen Xingluo had dropped on the ground with a smile.
Wen Xingluo has already escaped to a crowded place.
She glanced in the direction of the Buddhist temple and touched her face in fear.
Except Xie Shian, there is no normal person among the Xie brothers.
Thinking of the lost fish lantern, she had to buy a new one for Xie Shian.
While I was choosing at the stall, a pleasant voice suddenly came from behind me: "Sister Xingluo, peel your face for me, okay?"
Wen Xingluo suddenly turned around.
The young man under the lantern was dressed in white clothes as white as snow and wore half a devil mask. It was Xie Yanchen!
Her heart was beating like a drum, and she had no time to choose the fish lantern, so she turned around and ran.
However, no matter where she fled, Xie Yanchen was like a maggot on her heel that would never go away.
He always appeared inadvertently in the light and shadow of the lanterns when she just breathed a sigh of relief, and called out softly: "Sister Xingluo, I want your face."
The night deepens.
The Fangyuan Night Market was becoming increasingly lively, with noise and commotion coming from not far away, and torches and lanterns covering the sky like mountains and seas.
The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has begun.
Actors from all over Shu County dressed in strange costumes, wore carved and painted wooden ghost masks on their faces, held up bells, banners, axes and other objects, and paraded through the streets on spring nights, using this method to drive away disasters and pray for blessings for the four seasons.
The children followed the team with joy and cheers.
Wen Xingluo had nowhere to escape, so he simply bought a mask and blended into the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.
The procession was chaotic and noisy, and she was pushed around by the actors. She had no choice but to take advantage of her slender figure and hide in a box they were carrying in the chaos.
This box is usually huge, painted with red lacquer, and carved with patterns such as clouds and thunder, rings and belts, and arabesques. It is carried by seven or eight actors dressed as little ghosts and is used to hold objects of auspiciousness and blessings.
As soon as Wen Xingluo entered, he smelled a strong smell of saltpeter.
She rummaged through the contents of the boxes.
It was too dark in here, and she couldn't see clearly what was inside. She could only determine by touch that it was a lot of small square packages, neatly tied with thin ropes.
She withdrew her hand, leaned over the edge of the box lid and looked outside.
At this moment, the son didn't see Xie Yanchen.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
The team of the Hundred Demons Night Parade headed westward, beating drums and gongs, and climbed up a pavilion in the southwest corner of Fangyuan.
The lights in the pavilions were as bright as day, and the officials of Shu County were feasting and drinking, praying for good weather and good harvests this year. Xie Guanlan and Prefect Du were among them.
The box in which Wen Xingluo was hiding was carried to the top floor, and the actors placed it in a side room before leaving.
Wen Xingluo pushed open the lid of the box and just climbed out when he heard the familiar voice behind him again: "Sister Xingluo, I want your face."
Wen Xingluo couldn't believe it and turned around suddenly.
Xie Yanchen stood in front of the screen, looking at her with a smile.
Wen Xingluo said stubbornly, "I told you no, why are you still haunting me?"
She was frightened by Xie Yanchen tonight, and her voice softened. Her pupils were misty, and even the corners of her eyes were covered with a thin layer of red, as if stained with the juice of a blooming Polygonum flower.
Xie Yanchen approached her curiously: "Are you scared?"
Catching the tears in the girl's almond-shaped eyes, he shyly arched his brows and said, "I'm sorry I scared you. But you're better than that kid Xie Shian. During the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons last year, I nearly scared him to the point of peeing his pants."
Wen Xingluo was stunned for a moment and asked, "You...you said you wanted my face, were you deliberately trying to scare me?"
"Big Brother has already said not to touch you, and I dare not disobey him." Xie Yanchen glanced at her little face with regret, "Although I really want to collect your face, you are Big Brother's person after all, so I can't touch you."
After a pause, he continued, "By the way, I came here to tell you that your fish lantern fell into the Buddhist temple. Here."
He handed the fish lantern hidden behind him to Wen Xingluo.
Wen Xingluo took the fish lantern and looked at him with a complicated look.
Xie Yanchen still frowned. "I'm living alone in the charity cemetery. It's so boring. Sister Xingluo, do you want to take a look at my collection? Although none of them can compare to your face, they are still outstanding and quite pleasing to the eye. There are severed hands, heads, and white bone pipa..."
Wen Xingluo: “…”
Thanks.
She had no interest in his "collection".
She said, "Wen Yueyin and I are twins. We have the same face. Why do you only want to collect mine but not hers?"
Xie Yanchen chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "You two look completely different. She's not as pretty as you. I don't care about her face."
Wen Xingluo couldn't understand Xie Yanchen. She and Wen Yueyin looked exactly the same.
At this time, the banquet downstairs was coming to an end.
The actors who participated in the One Hundred Demons Night Parade all left the pavilion, and the officials also went downstairs one after another accompanied by their trusted followers.
Wen Xingluo waited until there was no more movement in the building before saying, "I'm going back too."
She pushed open the door of the wing and walked along the corridor towards the stairs.
As I stepped out of the door, I caught a glimpse of a thin rope sticking out from the gap of the vermilion lacquer box, winding along the corner of the wall all the way downstairs.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Why is there an extra rope here?
Just as he was hesitating, a little orange spark suddenly burned from the end of the twisted rope and spread towards the wing room at lightning speed!
Sparks, twisted rope, saltpeter...
In a flash, Wen Xingluo woke up as if from a dream, grabbed Xie Yanchen and ran downstairs!
They had just run to the next floor when a loud explosion suddenly came from above!
The raging fire instantly engulfed the pavilion!
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