The Yan family is located in Yan's village, and every family has an inseparable blood relationship.
Yan Shu's home is an ordinary farmyard. There are chirping chickens and ducks surrounded by a short fence, and oval eggs stained with earthy yellow are piled up in layers in the grass nest.
The sky at this time was overcast, and there were black crows everywhere.
"They may have all gone up the mountain. I'll take you inside to sit down first." Yan Shu seemed to be trying her best to smile, but she could not hide the bitterness in her eyes.
The courtyard in front of them was empty at this moment, and the slightly larger main house had no light at all. The old wooden door was slightly open, like a pair of dark eyes looking at the two of them.
Jiang Ling'er's skin felt chilly under her thin shirt, and goosebumps arose.
There was a trace of hesitation in her eyes, she paused for a moment, and then followed Yan Shu into the house.
The room was lit by a dim oil lamp, with papered windows and a half-embroidered purse that had not even been cut off. The paper paintings on the wall were of very festive lucky dolls with curved eyebrows that made people happy to see them.
Jiang Ling'er looked at her intently, as if thinking of something, she suddenly turned back to look at Yan Shu, "I..."
Unexpectedly, she would turn around, and the black beads hidden in the corners of the eyes of the female cultivator behind her returned to their original positions.
The chill on her body became more severe, and Jiang Ling'er shivered.
In the darkness just now, she couldn't see Yan Shu's face clearly. Now when the dim light illuminated it, the female cultivator in front of her had a pale complexion. At first glance, she looked like a corpse that had just been dug out of the field.
Yan Shu smiled, raised the corners of her mouth, and stared at her motionless with her dark eyes, "What's the matter, Ling'er?"
Her tone became extremely smooth, with a slightly upward pitch at the end, and was no longer as sonorous and powerful as before.
The dim light suddenly flickered, and the whole room alternated between light and dark.
Jiang Ling'er pulled out a chair. The wooden legs seemed to be eaten by insects and made a hissing sound. She slowly sat down and said, "Nothing, I just think your room is a bit cold."
"Then I'll make you a cup of hot tea. Wait for me."
After seeing Yan Shu go out, Jiang Ling'er suddenly felt a chill on her neck, as if something sticky and cold was crawling on her body. She grabbed it with her backhand, but there was nothing.
"What's wrong with me recently? I have another nightmare? Xiaoxu, are you there..." She muttered in her heart. She didn't know why, but this house just made her a little scared.
"Xiaoxu?" Seeing Tianhuo didn't respond, Jiang Ling'er couldn't sit still. She casually scanned the house and stopped at a wallpaper.
Did the doll you painted just now move?
Jiang Ling'er stood up and slowly approached the wall. The lucky doll on the wallpaper was silent, its eyes bent into two crescents as usual, looking at her with a smile.
"It's my imagination..." Jiang Ling'er looked left and right, but didn't find anything unusual.
She glanced outside the door and saw that Yan Shu hadn't come back yet, so she sat back.
Jiang Ling'er felt thirsty and was about to raise the cup when she suddenly felt the heat coming from behind her earlobe.
Someone is behind her!
She immediately looked back and saw that it was still empty. It was a place where the light could not shine, and there was no one...
Jiang Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief and turned back with a frown, but the hot tea in her hand was blocked by something. She slowly raised her eyelashes, and two black holes on a long, green and white face were in front of her.
Jiang Ling'er froze, and chills ran down her entire spine. She suppressed the urge to scream, and forced herself to calm down, "Ashu?"
Hearing this, the pale face in front of her suddenly distanced itself and put on a naughty smile, "It's me, Ling'er, I'm scaring you! Hahaha."
Then she put the hot tea into Jiang Ling'er's hand, with a smile on her face, her dark eyes narrowed into a black crescent, "Drink it quickly, warm yourself up."
"Okay." Jiang Ling'er slowly raised the cup. When the rim of the cup was close to her mouth, the protective cover covered her from head to toe, and the lotus kept spinning above her head.
Yan Shu didn't seem surprised at all. She looked at her with a pair of black crescent eyes, which was particularly strange.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Yan Shu, Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"
The yin and yang diagram deep in Jiang Ling'er's eyes quietly activated, she sneered, and the talisman on her fingertips glowed red, "Are you Yan Shu? I..."
"Hey, stupid woman, wake up!"
"What the hell is she doing?!"
"Ling'er, Ling'er, look, she's awake!"
The voices of Xiaoshe and Xiaoxu rang in his mind. Jiang Ling'er opened her eyes and stood there blankly.
The dark clouds outside the window had faded away at some point, and the warm golden light penetrated the gauze curtains and spread on the ground, making the whole room look warm and simple.
Yan Shu in front of her tilted her head, her face full of worry, and a big hand dangled in front of her eyes, "Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"
"I...what's wrong?" Jiang Ling'er's Yin and Yang eyes were still activated, but the Yan Shu in front of her looked exactly the same as what she saw with the naked eye.
But her temperament and demeanor... were completely opposite to the Yan Shu she just met!
This is her familiar friend...
Waves of coldness welled up in her heart, and the fingertips holding the Fire Dragon Talisman tightly turned white, just like her face.
"Xiaoxu, little snake, I didn't hear you just now..."
"Nonsense, you're in a nightmare! It's no use calling you hundreds of times!" Xiaoxu snorted in disgust.
The little snake slipped into her arms, nuzzled and said, "Ling'er..."
"Are you practicing stupidly? I heard from senior brother and sister Fu Feng that you practice hard every day without taking a break. How can you do this?" Yan Shu's eyes were helpless and angry, and she pressed her down on the stool.
"From now on, you will live in my house and have a good rest before leaving. If this continues, you are not afraid of going crazy. I am!"
"I'm fine." Jiang Ling'er pinched her eyebrows and relaxed under Yan Shu's familiar tone. She asked tentatively, "Did we come together just now?"
"Of course not, it was Zhao Qin who teleported us here. We are not sitting in the teleportation array for this one hundred and eighty thousand miles, do you still want this leg?" Yan Shu rolled her eyes, and this girl said it was okay, take a look , I even forgot how I got here!
Jiang Ling'er paused and finally saw Zhao Xingyu leaning on the door frame.
He was also looking at her, and the long green peaks around his waist were exuding a dense air of cold air. The surrounding outline was coated with a layer of gold by the sunlight, hazy, and the look in his eyes was unclear.
The expression on Jiang Ling'er's face was even more ugly.
"Ah Shu, why are you standing there stupidly? Let your senior brothers and sisters sit down quickly!" A gray-haired old man was holding a basin of porridge and glanced at Yan Shu dissatisfied.
"You must be Ling'er. I've often heard Ah Shu mention you. You are indeed a young hero..."
