Chapter 44 Two-in-one "I want it too" "No"...
That night, Wen Lanzhi and Wu Ciyan sat on the bed and played cat's tuck.
A piece of paper suddenly appeared and slowly fell down. Wu Ci Yan did not catch it, but deliberately waited for the golden paper to fall on the branch of Wen Lan.
Wen Lanzhi held the rope with both hands and had no extra hands to pick up Feishu.
She tilted her head back and blew.
Wu Ciyan chuckled and took it.
"What's written on it?" Wen Lanzhi leaned over to look.
Wu Ci Yan showed it to her.
Wen Lanzhi whispered, "Confirmed. Lu Yunshang () is staying well in her immortal mountain... What does that mean?"
She almost pronounced the word "God", but was startled and swallowed it back at the last moment.
It has become a consensus in the demon world that the gods in heaven cannot speak.
The gods always know when you say something bad about them, and no one knows how they know.
Some people in the demon world suspect that the gods have cast a curse on certain words. There are wise-hearing beasts in the sky that can hear sounds thousands of miles away and trace the approximate location of the speaker based on these sounds.
In the past, when there were many people cursing, there would still be some that slipped through the net. Now, when the monsters speak, they are more cautious and keep their mouths shut, resulting in the few that slipped through the net being caught in one fell swoop.
In order to avoid being killed by mistake, monsters nowadays will deliberately omit sensitive words even when speaking nice words.
It made everyone stutter.
Wu Ciyan asked, "Do you know how Wu Ciyan was suppressed at that time?"
Wen Lanzhi replied immediately: "She was blocked and suppressed on the execution platform by the Ninth Lady." She was startled and slapped her face lightly, and the first half of the word had already been said.
"Yes, the eight Supreme Gods were already present at the time, but they were no match for him. He had to wait for all nine to gather and use their chain formations." Wu Ciyan pointed at the words "Lu Yun" on the golden paper. "She should stay in her immortal mountain. It will take at least three days to get here from her immortal mountain."
Many gods in heaven like to live in deserted corners, where it is peaceful and convenient for their practice.
But living in these places also has disadvantages.
It is like some fairy mountains are the residences of divine beasts, where groups of giant beasts live. When the gods come, it is like borrowing other people’s land.
When living in someone else's house, one cannot fly around or run around at will; one must follow the mountain paths when going up and down. If one uses magic carelessly and disturbs the mountain beasts, they may be blocked and cause disturbances for three or two months.
Most gods would not touch this bad luck and delay things. If they fail to defeat those divine beasts, they would become a laughing stock.
But there are also empty fairy mountains.
But it just so happened that the fairy mountain where the god Lu Yun lived was not it.
She likes to provoke those mythical beasts for no reason and trap them for ten days or half a month. She calls this "cultivation."
She was happy, and the sacred beasts in the mountains were unhappy, but they could do nothing to her.
Sometimes, the divine beasts in the mountains were annoyed by her and didn't want to play with her, so she would move to another mountain and continue her "cultivation".
When Murong went to have tea with her, she had just moved to another mountain.
She was hospitable and not only invited Murong to have tea, but also invited Murong to "cultivate" with her.
Now that’s bad, let alone three days, there’s no guarantee that I’ll be able to get out even after thirty days.
"What do you mean?" Wen Lanzhi still didn't understand.
Wu Ciyan said: "This trap is most likely unrelated to the Nine Supreme Gods."
Wen Lanzhi pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked in surprise, "You have no taboos?"
Wu Ciyan smiled provocatively and touched Wen Lanzhi's hair, "Don't be afraid."
He seemed to have made up his mind about what to do.
Wen Lanzhi still didn't understand. "Even if it has nothing to do with those nine, we can't defeat any random soldier or general."
Wu Ciyan crushed the golden paper, burned it in the air, and said, "Try it?"
Wen Lanzhi said: "Okay, let's try it."
Wu Ci Yan suddenly changed his mind and decided to move into the ancestral home that night.
The master has no objection. Of course, the sooner this kind of thing happens, the better.
But Wu Ciyan also made a request, that he wanted to bring the fake human skin with him.
The master hesitated for a long time, discussed it with his wife, and finally agreed, but the master also had a request. He had to find someone to watch the two people go in, and they had to go in before throwing the skin in.
Wu Ciyan agreed.
The master did not lie to them. He asked a servant to lead the two men all the way, and his own son also followed them. He only threw the skin in after seeing the two men enter the house.
Wen Lanzhi was about to bend down to pick it up, but Wu Ciyan got there first and squatted down.
He picked up the leather, put it away with magic, and said, "Now that you're in, don't touch it."
It's not night yet. In the evening, standing here, you can see the sunset not far away.
Wen Lanzhi stood in the middle of the yard, looked up and looked for a long time.
Wu Ci Yan was standing not far away, also looking at her.
She withdrew her gaze and met Wu Ci Yan's.
Wu Ciyan asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Lanzhi said: "I didn't think about anything..."
After she finished speaking, she was hit on the head.
Wu Ciyan walked up to her and said, "Tell the truth."
Okay, that wasn't the truth just now.
The main thing is that this truth is not very auspicious.
Wen Lanzhi said, "What if we die in there? The last thing we see is the sunset, not the sunrise. That would be a pity."
After she finished speaking, she was hit on the head again.
"Ouch!" This blow was harder than the previous one. She covered the place where she was hit with both hands, puffed up her face, and looked at Wu Ci Yan.
Wu Ciyan said: "If I can let you die here, I won't be named..."
He shut up, turned around and walked into the house.
Wen Lanzhi was caught by his words and followed him in. "What's your last name? Sir, what's your last name?"
Wu Ciyan did not answer.
Wen Lanzhi grabbed his arm and shook it.
"Warm." Wu Ciyan answered casually.
Wen Lanzhi didn't react: "What?"
Wu Ciyan said, "My surname is Wen."
"Wow? Really?" Wen Lanzhi took a step forward happily and put both hands on his arms.
Wu Ciyan turned his gaze away from the bookcase and was about to speak, but when he looked into her round eyes, he suddenly couldn't tell a lie, "... fake."
Wen Lanzhi: “…Oh.”
She suddenly noticed the bird on the windowsill and reached out to touch it.
The white, stiff bird suddenly grew flesh and blood, came back to life, and flew around the house.
Wen Lanzhi's eyes followed the bird flapping its wings slowly around the entire room.
"So beautiful." Wen Lanzhi exclaimed.
Wu Ciyan was still browsing the bookshelf. Hearing this, he suddenly turned around and asked, "What's so beautiful?"
"The room." Wen Lanzhi's gaze moved away from the bird and wandered between the bed covered with soft bedding and the dressing table piled with various cabinets and boxes.
She ran to the cabinet and said, "The pattern on this cabinet is so beautiful. When I have a family and money in the future, I will make one as beautiful as this one."
She turned around and looked at Wu Ciyan: "When I was practicing, my socks were very easy to tear, and I often had to sew them. When I have money, I will buy many pairs of socks, wear a pair and throw away a pair, and then I will stop sewing."
She opened the cabinet and found needles and thread inside. "They didn't take a lot of things with them."
Wu Ciyan said, "Maybe he left in a hurry."
He put the book in his hand back on the shelf and said, "Do you really want a big house?"
"Don't you want to?" Wen Lanzhi asked naturally.
Wu Ciyan said nothing.
A big house not only means a lot of money, but also means settlement. It means that no matter where you go during the day, you have to return to that house at night.
settle down?
He didn't dare to think about it.
He has been wandering for many years.
He glanced at someone who was still lost in his own thoughts.
He really didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't.
But someone can.
He must wander, but no one must wander with him.
Wen Lanzhi felt someone staring at her and turned around. The other person immediately looked away and moved to the bookshelf, pretending nothing had happened.
She realized something, stepped forward, and put her hand on his shoulder, "It's good not to have a house!"
She said, "Walk wherever you want, sleep wherever you want. You can go to various places to play every day. How does the saying go..."
She couldn't think of it for a long time, and Wu Ciyan remembered: "Flowing east and falling west."
"Go!" Wen Lanzhi patted him, "Yes... the whole world is my home!"
Wu Ciyan's tense face suddenly broke free and he said with a smile, "Is that a good word?"
"Why isn't it a good word?" Wen Lanzhi argued. "The ends of the earth are my home. The grass is my home, the sky is my home. I can lie in the grass or in the clouds. Isn't that better than finding a house to enclose myself in?"
"Well... but it would be nice to find a house to keep myself in." Wen Lanzhi muttered a few words, then suddenly stopped talking. "It's all good, I like it all."
As long as she's not alone, she likes it.
This time, she would stay close to her friend and they would always be alone.
Wu Ciyan asked, "Do you know what that little bird was?"
Wen Lanzhi asked, "What? A little magic?"
Wu Ciyan said, "Human bones."
Wen Lanzhi: "..." The topic changed too quickly and she couldn't accept it.
The bird flew around and landed in the same place again.
Wu Ci Yan took the silk thread that Wen Lanzhi found in the closet, wrapped it around his hands a few times, and shouted "Reinforce". The silk threads suddenly became several times thicker and hard enough to pierce flesh.
He swung the thread, and it passed through the wall. He pulled it back hard, and the wall collapsed, revealing the bones inside.
Wen Lanzhi: "...Why do ghosts always like to hide corpses in the walls?"
Wu Ciyan said, "There's nowhere to throw it after you finish eating."
Wen Lanzhi was a little hesitant to look at the bird on the windowsill. "Why did you create a bird?"
Wu Ciyan said, "Toys."
"Toys?" Wen Lanzhi tilted her head.
Wu Ciyan said, "Some people die young and become ghosts. They still have the mindset of a child and need something to coax them. I've seen quite a few ghost toys like this. If they weren't made by the little ghosts themselves, they were probably made by older ghosts to coax the younger ghosts."
Wen Lanzhi pursed her lips.
I have to say, this family of ghosts is quite warm.
Wu Ciyan noticed that she still glanced in the direction of the bird from time to time, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you like it?"
Wen Lanzhi shook her head repeatedly, "I'm afraid it will suddenly attack."
Wu Ciyan began to rummage through the boxes and drawers.
Wen Lanzhi asked, "What are you looking for?"
Wu Ciyan said, "Paper."
Wen Lanzhi ran to the other end of the room and searched separately with him.
In the dresser, I found some papers.
There are a few more letters.
Wu Ci Yan took the paper and Wen Lanzhi opened the letter.
"Hmm?" She flipped the letter over, then over again. "There's nothing written on it. Why is it wrapped so nicely? Is it a ghost book? Written with ghost energy?"
She threw the letter aside and said, "They should have taken all the important things with them. And you shouldn't go through other people's things."
Wu Ciyan said, "Most of the things here might not belong to ghosts, but to that old man. It's worth checking them out. I want to know if he has any connection with Wu Ciyan. Why did he choose their house as bait?"
He just asked for paper, and Wen Lanzhi thought he wanted to write something, but when he took it, he didn't ask for a pen, but folded it left and right, struggling for a long time.
Wen Lanzhi was curious and went over to watch him fold it.
He folded it very carefully, and his expression was as serious as that of the court painter who carved the artwork.
Finally, he folded it and it was a butterfly skeleton.
He grabbed the butterfly's wings with both hands and signaled Wen Lanzhi with his eyes.
Wen Lanzhi was stunned, then reacted after a moment and reached out her hand.
The butterfly stood in the palm of her hand and flapped its wings. The paper, which was already as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed to be shaved off a piece, becoming even thinner, dyed with color, and coming alive.
"Wow!" Wen Lanzhi touched the butterfly's wings.
The butterfly flapped its wings twice, flew up, circled around her, and landed on her shoulder.
She smiled, the flesh on her cheeks puffed up, making her eyes crinkle. "What for?"
Wu Ciyan said, "To comfort a child."
The butterfly fluttered twice and landed on the tip of Wen Lanzhi's nose.
Warm, even warmer than this family of ghosts.
"I want it too."
"Oh!" The sudden sound startled Wen Lanzhi and she exclaimed.
Her pupils shrank slightly as she scanned the room, seeing nothing.
It was a boy's voice, and it sounded eerie and scary.
Wu Ci Yan handed her his arm and asked her to hold it.
All I heard was Wu Ciyan saying lightly, "No."
“…”
No one responded to him.
Wen Lanzhi realized that he was talking to a ghost.
Oh my god!
Weird.
She tugged at Wu Ciyan's sleeve and asked, "Is it that little brat?"
Wu Ciyan said: "What else? Of course it is."
Wen Lanzhi asked, "Can't you let him show up?"
Wu Ciyan said: "Don't worry, he will show up when he wants to."
There was a sound behind me.
Wen Lanzhi turned her head and saw that the bird on the windowsill was pushed to the ground and its wings were broken.
The sound of a little boy crying loudly came from the room.
Not cute at all, very noisy.
The noise made people feel uneasy.
Wu Ciyan waved his hand and the crying stopped.
Wen Lanzhi was concentrating on covering her ears. She felt like her head was about to explode from being yelled at. Her pupils were dilated and she couldn't see clearly what was in front of her.
By the time she recovered, the butterfly on her shoulder had been shattered.
"Hmm?" She looked puzzled when she saw Wu Ci Yan's outstretched hand.
Slender, cold fingers brushed across her warm face, bringing down a tear.
"Huh?" Wen Lanzhi was even more confused. She actually cried in pain.
Without saying a word, he walked past Wen Lanzhi, took the needle and thread, and sat down on the bed.
Wen Lanzhi noticed that he seemed a little angry, so she squatted down, moved next to him, and looked up at him, "What's wrong?"
Wu Ciyan took off the purse from his waist and said, "It's a little loose, sew it up."
"Oh..." Wen Lanzhi tapped his knees twice, "That means you've been making a lot of money lately."
Wu Ci Yan pulled her up and sat her on the bed.
The two of them sat back to back, chatting casually.
Wen Lanzhi was originally a little scared, especially after what happened just now.
But Wu Ciyan didn't mind at all. When it got dark, he lit the lamp and continued to sew.
What takes half an hour to sew?
Wen Lanzhi turned her head and said, "Wow!"
There is a little white rabbit embroidered on the purse.
Wu Ciyan said, "We don't have any red thread here. Let's go out and buy two beads to string on it."
Wen Lanzhi said, "Pearls are so expensive. Red thread would be nice too."
Wu Ciyan said, "Then I'll have to trouble you to sew it again, or with beads. Didn't the boss say that if I help him solve it, he would give me a hundred taels of silver?"
"Yes!" Wen Lanzhi thought, "Then buy three beads and one more to set in your hairpin."
Wu Ciyan nodded, "Thank you for thinking of me."
At this moment, this place doesn’t seem to be a haunted house, nor the home of the boss of Qiwu Town, but seems to be their home.
Wen Lanzhi was so immersed in it for a moment that even when Wu Ci Yan and she lay down to sleep side by side, she didn't realize that this place was not home.
Until I was awakened in the middle of the night.
It was crying, sobbing.
She didn't dare to look up and pushed Wu Ciyan beside her.
Wu Ciyan didn't wake up.
Wen Lanzhi: “…”
She felt like it was a dream, but she couldn't wake up.
Get up and take a look, it’s just a dream anyway.
She sat up, but her arms gave way and she fell back onto the bed.
The person next to him was Wu Ci Yan, no doubt about it. He had a knife stuck in his chest and was lying there with his eyes closed.
I don’t know if he’s dead or alive, he’s so cold, but he’s usually this cold too.
For a moment, she couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality and wanted to push the person next to her.
Suddenly, she realized that this was fake.
She has to go out.
She stepped over the "Wu Ci Yan" next to her and put on her shoes.
There is no one in front of me, only footprints.
She found that she could not lift her head and could only look at the ground.
Her feet moved unconsciously following the footprints, and she couldn't control it.
The pairs of footprints were very small and messy. It didn't look like a child was running, but rather like there were two people.
The person behind him stood up, it seemed to be Wu Ci Yan.
She can't turn back.
My feet stepped on the footprints on the ground again and again without my control, and I followed those footprints forward.
"One, two, three..." She began to count uncontrollably, which was particularly creepy in the empty and dark room.
She felt her heart begin to grow hair, like an unripe peach, and the hair on it flowed through the blood vessels all over her body. Her whole body was so numb that she couldn't stand up, but she still didn't obey and continued to walk.
She took small footprints, and the person behind her took big footprints.
The footprints disappeared.
Suddenly, it started to appear again.
Every time Wen Lanzhi took a step, a pair of footprints appeared.
Suddenly, she stopped.
Stopped in front of a pair of large footprints.
A pair of feet appeared there, so tattered that only bones were left, echoing the pudding on the trouser legs.
Next to him, a round head appeared, with the top of his hair facing Wen Lanzhi.
When he raised his head, there was nothing scary on the little boy's face, but his bloodless skin and stiff body indicated his death.
There was a knife stuck in his chest and he opened his mouth: Sister, sister.
He made no sound, just lip-synced.
Wen Lanzhi couldn't help but look at him.
Little boy: I was wrong.
Wen Lanzhi frowned.
The little boy nodded.
The person behind her held Wen Lanzhi's shoulders and a familiar voice came, "Open your eyes."
Wen Lanzhi suddenly opened her eyes and saw darkness in front of her.
woke up.
She felt a hand covering her eyes.
The warm body temperature didn't seem like Wu Ci Yan's, but the bony fingers felt familiar.
Wu Ciyan said, "It's me."
Wen Lanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her mouth and cried out, leaning back on the bed, feeling the warmth of the person.
Wu Ci Yan continued to cover her eyes and confronted the little ghost lying in front of Wen Lanzhi with his fingers on Wen Lanzhi's neck.
"Let go." Wu Ciyan's tone was unyielding.
"Huh?" Wen Lanzhi cried.
Wu Ciyan said: "I didn't talk to you, go to sleep."
Wen Lanzhi: “…” How can I sleep like this?
The little boy was a little frightened. He pursed his lips and his hands were shaking, but he still didn't let go.
Wu Ciyan stared at him and said, "I'll say this one last time, let go."
He mouthed: Sister, sister.
"Sister?" Wu Ci Yan repeated.
The little boy nodded and pouted as if he wanted to cry, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't cry.
"Who is my sister?" Wen Lanzhi was blindfolded and could only feel two hands, one hot and one cold, touching her. She had no idea what Wu Ci Yan was doing.
The little hand moved a little towards the neck.
The movement was awkward and clumsy, without any sense of strength, which caused Wen Lanzhi some pain and she had to open her mouth to breathe.
Wen Lanzhi suddenly realized that the hand on her neck was not Wu Ci Yan's. The hand was very small, like a child's hand.
Wen Lanzhi had raised a child before, and she knew that children are careless and don't really understand whether others are in pain or not. When they are happy or unhappy, they like to pull people's hair and pinch their flesh.
She thought of the boy in her dream again.
Wu Ciyan wanted to chop off the half arm.
"Wait a minute!" Wen Lanzhi felt the palm wind and hurriedly stopped it.
She told herself, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, ghosts are also children, poor children.
She said, "Good boy, let me go. It hurts."
The little hand on his arm moved.
Wen Lanzhi swallowed her saliva and said, "Sister is in pain. Darling, don't grab me like that. Be gentle, be gentle."
She groped and touched the child's shoulder, "Just like this, gently."
The hand on the neck completely loosened.
Wen Lanzhi said softly, "How good."
Wu Ci Yan rolled his eyes and pulled Wen Lanzhi behind him.
Without Wen Lanzhi's obstruction, Wu Ci Yan could finally see the little boy's appearance clearly.
It looks familiar, but I can't place it.
The little boy crawled forward, grinned when he saw him, and wanted to go forward again. Suddenly, he looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, stepped back, his face full of grievance.
Wu Ciyan unsealed his mouth.
The little boy looked at him and shouted, "I want it, I want it too."
Wen Lanzhi tilted her head and said in a gentle voice, "What? Butterflies?"
Wu Ci Yan looked at the familiar face and said "No" for some reason.
The little boy glared at him with his face puffed up in anger.
Wen Lanzhi felt that Wu Ciyan's expression was a little strange, so she leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wu Ciyan came back to his senses and grabbed Wen Lanzhi's hand, asking her not to move forward. "I can feel that he is being controlled and forced to say something."
"Hmm?" Wen Lanzhi looked at the little boy, puzzled. "I was forced to say... I want it too? Why?"
Wu Ciyan shook his head and said, "He was forced to say a lot of things, but the phrase 'I want it too' was the only one he wanted to say."
Wen Lanzhi was even more confused, "Why?"
Wu Ciyan said, "I used to listen to it often."
Wen Lanzhi asked, "Do you know him?"
The little boy shouted again: "I want it! I want it too!"
Wu Ciyan: “No.”
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