Chapter 142: Playing a Ghost
Two red shoes floating in the air fell on the pile of earth.
The rainy days not only make people irritable, but also make ghosts evil.
The girl in red shoes stamped her feet, obviously dissatisfied with the raindrops coming in from outside the umbrella and wetting her beautiful shoe surface. The oil-paper umbrella tilted towards her, and the hand holding the umbrella handle was a hand dyed with dark black nail polish.
Under the sound of the pouring rain, the voice seemed extremely vague: "Are you sure it's here?"
The red shoes tapped their toes excitedly.
A hoarse laugh came from under the umbrella: "Okay, okay, if you make a mistake again this time, I'll take off your insoles."
***
“Things are not optimistic.”
Gu Dingbang said in a deep voice.
"They have already started preparing for a city-wide search, no longer using their own methods, but choosing simple and crude methods."
The third escort who was holding the octopus turned pale: "What should we do with the little octopus..."
Octopus is now about five or six years old, and his arms have been wrapped tightly in a thick coat. In order to avoid being discovered due to his unusual growth rate, he basically stays in the inn and never goes out, providing a memorable point for others.
The octopus shook his head. He still couldn't speak fluently, but now he could fully express his thoughts: "I can, I can, cut off my hand."
The child tugged at his hand: "It will be the same if we cut it off."
"What are you talking about! You will die if your hand is cut off!" the third escort scolded worriedly.
Those arms were connected to the □□, and they looked very important no matter how you looked at them.
"It's okay, I won't die that easily." The octopus whispered.
"Stop talking!" Gu Dingbang stopped him with a headache.
"There must be other ways. Is there really no foreign ghost in this huge Songcheng?" Gu Dingbang scratched his head. "Damn, if only the ghosts from Wan Rui Cult could appear here at this time, at least it would solve the urgent problem."
"Maybe the Jinyiwei here have put in a lot of effort. After all, this is a major transportation route. If there are some ghosts hiding here, killing people and robbing, or performing a ghost ritual, who would be willing to come to Songcheng?" Shi Yuan shook the hairpin in his hand and gritted his teeth: "Otherwise, I will take my nephew and fight my way out! The soldiers guarding the city gate are no match for me!"
"No, no, no... There must be other ways, there must be other ways..." Gu Dingbang looked around with a headache. Everyone was lost in the abyss of deep thought. It was obvious that among all the people here, there was not a single smart person!
The candle was burning down to the bottom.
The sixth of the escorts groaned in pain: "If only the leader was here! The leader will definitely be able to give us the answer! The leader is so smart and always thinks ten steps ahead!"
Master, Liuwei is indeed more scheming than he appears to be.
Gu Dingbang smiled bitterly.
This guy is really good at deceiving people with that face, although he may not even realize it himself.
And no one knew what that guy had done to the great monk Jikong, so that he was very considerate of them as "one family". During the search, he would come to remind them how to be careful and also sent them some rice.
"One should always think ten steps ahead, yes..." Shi Yuan nodded nostalgically: "It would be great if he were here, he must have some inexplicable ideas that will definitely help us out of this predicament."
She still could not forget the time when Liuwei told the people of Wanrui Sect in no uncertain terms that Gu Dingbang was pregnant with his child, and that he also made the ghosts pregnant at the grand celebration, rendering them unable to move, and then took them away.
When Shi Yuan looked up, Liu Wei's voice and smile seemed to still echo in the air.
"Damn you stinky monk!" Shi Yuan got angry when she thought of this. She was so into the role and gnashed her teeth as she said, "I spent so much money on the temple, and this is how these damn money-eating beasts repay me? They even put my little sister in trouble! They can't let my family escape! And they can't let my little nephew survive!"
If they had not been wanted by the Buddhist sect, they would have had to spend some time disguising themselves and looking for more suitable identification. They would not have been trapped in Songcheng and involved in the Songcheng epidemic. If the little octopus was found, given the scale of the disaster and the anger of the people, he would surely be killed even if he had nothing to do with it!
"Bang--"
The long stick in Shi Yuan's hand was slammed on the table. This was the first time that the others saw her emotions fluctuate so much.
The long stick swung twice on the table, making an extremely heavy muffled sound. It seemed that it was not simple and its weight was definitely not light.
The escorts dared not to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the big sister.
Although the big sister is very kind now, they can never forget the look on her face when they first met her.
It can only be said that when they faced Liu Wei, they felt yearning mixed with love, when they faced Gu Dingbang, they felt admiration mixed with a hint of subtle sympathy, when they faced the little octopus, they loved him, and when they faced Shi Yuan, it was complete respect mixed with fear.
"Aunt...Aunt! Didn't he give this to us?"
The little octopus who had been listening kept muttering to himself, and suddenly three of his eyes lit up. He rushed to the bed, held up a book with two hands, pointed at the book with four hands, and the remaining two hands happily swam in the air.
"But this is just for disguise..." Gu Dingbang took it with a forced smile: "Our whole family is here, and my aunt has been taken away, so we can't disguise ourselves..."
"Wait!" Gu Dingbang was stunned. He flipped open the book and said, "I can become another person by cross-dressing. Can I..."
"It turned into another ghost!" Shi Yuan looked up and continued.
The two looked at each other.
Everyone has a bold idea.
There is no ghost in Songcheng to take the blame, so let's make one first! We'll talk about the rest later!
***
In the pharmacy.
While everyone was having lunch, Jingwen helped Liuwei find the right place to eat, then found an excuse to go to the toilet and quietly slipped out.
Just as she expected, Xiaoshu had just taken the steamed buns and put them into the cloth bag, turned around, and skillfully tied a cloth towel around his face.
Jingwen was really curious about what Liuwei had given Xiaoshu that day, so she planned to find the right opportunity to ask Xiaoshu directly.
Xiaoshu picked up his backpack and turned away.
He is going to have dinner with his grandfather today.
The epidemic area was busy, and both the yamen runners and the helpers were very busy, so the two generations of grandparents and grandchildren could only see each other during meal times.
Those who were not infected in the epidemic area were naturally separated according to their work areas. Both the grandfather and the grandson were logistics personnel, and considering Xiaoshu's age, the master assigned their residences together.
As soon as Xiaoshu entered their yard, he heard a muffled cough. His face changed and he looked around quickly. Fortunately, they lived in a very remote place and it was a place for eating and resting, so no one seemed to hear it.
Xiaoshu turned around and went into the house and closed the door.
Jingwen, with her back pressed against the wall, opened her eyes wide in horror.
She turned around and left, planning to report to the bailiff immediately, but soon she stopped.
No, it’s just a cough, it’s nothing, maybe Grandpa Tree just choked.
Jingwen hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth.
She was the daughter of a county magistrate and had plans to attend elementary school and take the imperial examinations. She was good at both literature and martial arts since childhood.
Jingwen turned around and lightly climbed over the wall of Xiaoshu's house.
Xiaoshu poured a cup of hot salt water for Grandpa, took out a black, round pill-like object from his cloth pocket, and said seriously, "Grandpa, eat this! This will definitely cure your illness!"
Grandpa Xiaoshu was confused and said, "Child? You..."
"Grandpa, believe me, I just ate this..." Xiaoshu raised the pill and pointed at himself: "It's better now."
“But…” Grandpa Xiaoshu looked at his grandson hesitantly.
Even though the county magistrate had gathered together many famous doctors, they were unable to cure the epidemic. It was said that it was spread by ghosts and could not be cured by ordinary medicine.
How can the pill in my grandson's hand be useful for this kind of disease?
He has been coughing for two days. Grandpa Xiaoshu knew that he might have contracted this life-threatening thing. He should have entered the epidemic area, but he couldn't bear to do so. After entering the epidemic area, at his age, he probably wouldn't be able to wait until the ghosts were eliminated, and he probably wouldn't even be able to see his grandson for the last time before he died. He didn't want to, and he really didn't dare...
Xiaoshu had a cough a few days ago, but it soon recovered. He also knew this. At first, he thought that Xiaoshu didn't have that thing, but...what if? What if this really cured it? What if he didn't have to go into the epidemic area? What if he could really live well with Xiaoshu?
As if by magic, under Xiaoshu's anxious and earnest gaze, Grandpa Xiaoshu finally stretched out his scarred hand, grabbed the pill, and stuffed it into his mouth. It didn't taste bitter, and even had a bit of hawthorn sweetness.
Xiao Shu immediately smiled and looked at the medicine bottle in his hand with trust: "Grandpa will definitely get better! Grandpa will not leave me."
"Yes, yes, grandpa will not leave my poor little tree." The little tree's grandfather had tears in his eyes. He wanted to hug the child in his arms, but in the end he just touched the little tree's hand and adjusted the white cloth on his face.
Jingwen turned her face back with a complicated expression, lowered her head, and leaned against the mottled wall outside the house. Jingwen only felt a kind of intense emotion surging in her heart, which then led to painful helplessness.
***
The next day.
Jikong and the people he was traveling with knocked on the doors of the inns one by one.
Gu Dingbang held the sleeping octopus, took a deep breath, and nervously opened a small crack in the door, revealing one eye nervously. When he finally saw Monk Jikong, he finally opened the whole door: "Master, why are you here?"
After he opened the door, he held the child in one hand and rocked him while covering the octopus's head with the other.
If he failed to trick the child, he would just run away with the child.
"Don't talk about the past. Do you want to bribe us?" the man in black robe said in a cold voice.
Gu Dingbang's smile froze on his face and he dared not say a word.
The man in black robe who uttered the violent words just walked into the room. There were three bedrooms in the suite of the inn. When the voice was heard, a shadowy figure leaned out from one of the rooms. It seemed to be the particularly shy sister of the Zhang family.
The man in black robe turned his head and took a look: "You all line up for inspection."
Gu Dingbang and the shy "Shi Yuan" stood together. Seeing the man in black robe walking to another room, Gu Dingbang hurriedly said, "That is my younger sister's room. She is not here."
"She is in the epidemic area." Jikong said guiltily.
“…So that’s how it is.” The man in black robe narrowed his eyes.
He approached Gu Dingbang, ready to pick up the child and take a look at him first. Past experience told him that child ghosts were not uncommon.
He just hugged her waist when suddenly, Jikong and he both turned their heads, as if they sensed something.
The man in black robe immediately let go, walked to the window in two steps, leaned out to look, and saw rain falling from the sky, hitting the scarf on the man's face. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over his head.
I saw a figure as fast and light as a swift passing by overhead, walking on the rooftops all the way towards the city gate!
"Don't run!" the man in black robe shouted.
The person looked back, and the man in black robe seemed to be able to vaguely see that a second pair of eyes suddenly opened on her face.
Jikong and the man in black robe climbed out of the window and joined their companions who were also chasing behind them.
The poisonous insect flew up into the sky.
Shi Yuan used the long stick in his hand to pick up the bed sheets that were drying in someone else's yard. The violent gust of air rolled up the poisonous insect and rushed back to the poison girl.
Shi Yuan was not interested in fighting, he just wanted to create the illusion that "ghosts were escaping from the city".
It was the rainy season, and it was raining heavily. The wings of the insect were already wet, and were now carried away by the hurricane, falling to the ground with a crackling sound. The insect girl screamed.
It's raining too heavily.
Shi Yuan fled so fast that he left almost no trace in the overwhelming rain.
None of their sects are good at pursuit, so they can only chase the ghost like a dog being walked!
Dark rain clouds hung over Song City. The rain was so heavy that water quickly rose above the streets. The rain clouds blocked the sun, making the entire Song City dark and unclear.
The wind was howling, and everyone was speeding past on the splashing water, chasing with difficulty to the city gate.
“Boom—”
The rapid flashes of lightning accompanied by roaring thunder briefly illuminated the dizzy Songcheng, which was shrouded in rain!
At the city gate, an extremely bright red oil-paper umbrella appeared.
In the dark and gray scenery, the oil-paper umbrella appeared quietly and quietly, floating abruptly in front of the huge and towering city gate, like a poisonous mushroom that grew out of nowhere.
Everyone couldn't help but stop. Their keen premonitions were constantly warning them. They squinted their eyes vigilantly, trying to distinguish people from the overwhelming rain.
The sharp rain chains soaked all their clothes, humid hot air came out of their noses, and their chests rose and fell due to the intense movement.
They crowded together, dozens of people staring fixedly at the oil-paper umbrella under the city gate.
Under the blood-red oil-paper umbrella, a gentle face slowly emerged, and a creepy evil spirit rushed out from under the umbrella!
“…”
“…”
Both sides looked at each other in silence.
Secretly, his hands reached out for his sword, his knife, and his staff.
The right protector had a complicated expression that was difficult to discern, but in the end he chuckled and glanced at the red shoes.
The red shoes tiptoed guiltily, quietly and consciously pulled out their insoles and threw them into the pool of water. The insoles spun and flowed away with the accumulated water.
The veins on the right protector's cheeks bulged, and his black nails slowly stretched. Facing the colorful spellcasting scene opposite him, he fanned the fan in his hand, as if he was trying to be warm. The right protector whispered softly, "What a warm welcome!"
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