A middle-aged man walked in outside the lobby door. He had a long beard and a cloth hat. He looked like a butler.
He looked at the desiccated body of the child on the ground, walked toward them in fear, pulled Yan Kong's sleeves, and murmured in a sleepy voice: "It's over... you will die... No, not only that, we are all Everyone will..."
"Who is your master?" Iwakong ignored his hysteria.
"Master Ling." He answered simply.
"What does your master do?"
"What are you doing? Those who collect land rent... those who sell rice and grain. Who doesn't recognize this village?"
"Very good, who let us in?"
The butler-like man's eyes suddenly froze, and his eyes froze.
"Who? Who?" He began to mutter like an echo bug, repeating several words over and over again.
"A servant brought us in and said we were brought in on the orders of the steward. Who is the steward? Is it you?"
"The one in charge? The one in charge?"
Only then did Yankong realize that the butler's eyes could no longer move, as if they were frozen in their sockets.
It was obviously normal just now.
What happened in that moment just now?
Yankong also noticed that the man's hand holding his sleeve seemed to have lost its strength.
Iwakora gave him a gentle push.
The man's body tilted and he fell hard to the ground.
"What's going on?" Yun Kong was shocked.
"It's a dead man."
The man's whole body was stiff, and his expression was like a doll's weird smile.
"It seems like we should go take a look around."
"Brother, it's too dangerous."
"I can't get out anyway."
After hearing what his senior brother said, Yun Kong hurriedly looked at the entrance of the lobby.
The atrium outside the door was full of people, blocking the way to the door.
There were men and women in the group, old women, maids, young men, and old men, but all of them had white eyes and remained motionless, like puppets.
I don’t know when they have been standing there.
Suddenly, one of them turned his eyes, and his pupils turned to the front, staring directly at them: "You killed the young master?"
"Let's go, junior brother." Yan Kong impatiently pushed Yun Kong to the back of the lobby, where there was a back corridor leading further inside.
The bones of the man looking at them creaked, and he walked through the door.
"Yunkong!" Yankong roared, and Yunkong quickly followed him to the back corridor.
The footsteps behind me were pedaling hard step by step: "Did you kill the young master?"
The sun rose halfway up the sky, bringing a touch of warmth to the slightly cold autumn morning, and it was another refreshing morning.
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In such a large manor, there was not a single living person.
The two brothers were running around in the big house, as if they were in a deserted place.
They once broke into the kitchen and saw many large pots cooking porridge, indicating that there were still people who needed to eat. Could it be the group of dead people just now? .
They don't stay in one place for a long time, because as long as they stay for a long time, they will hear the annoying: "Did you kill the young master?" The ghost chases them.
What's going on with those puppet-like people?
"What the hell is this place?" Iwakong couldn't help complaining.
Although there was no one in sight, I always felt that there were many things on the roof beams above, and I was watching them in confusion.
The two of them walked in the big house for a long time, and before they realized it was almost noon, their stomachs already felt sour.
The two then returned to the kitchen again.
Unexpectedly, the big pot for porridge had been cleaned and turned upside down. There were also many washed and stacked bowls. The stove had been out for a long time and was already cold.
The two looked at each other and sighed helplessly.
Probably because he had stayed in this place for a long time, the original feeling of fear and oppression had gradually faded away, but Yun Kong could still feel many resentful souls lingering around.
The shadows of the trees outside the house are getting shorter and shorter.
There was also some commotion on the roof beams.
"Yunkong..." Yankong whispered, "Do you think things like Gu are yin or yang?"
Yun Kong Leng was not prepared for his senior brother to ask: "Aren't all monsters and monsters of the Yin type?"
"Gu is a kind of poison." Yankong guided him.
"Poison... there are Yin poisons and Yang poisons..." Yun Kong muttered, "It is said that the Dragon Boat Festival Gu refining is the most poisonous because the Yang Qi is the strongest."
"so what?"
"Gu is a kind of Yang poison?"
"Understood? So we have to be ready." Yun Kong could hear that his senior brother's voice was very weak.
Yankong took out two pairs of paper horses from his arms and handed a pair to Yunkong: "Tie them to shoes..."
Yun Kong's heart palpitated for a while, this was the "armor horsemanship" that his senior brother was good at.
This means that they will need to escape.
"Tie him up quickly."
The originally dark corridor gradually became brighter above.
The bright light quietly climbed from the ceiling to the wall and slowly flowed down the sides.
Yunkong felt that the top of his head was getting heavier and he subconsciously wanted to look up.
"Don't look up."
"ah?"
"Don't look up, it's almost noon."
Only then did Yun Kong truly understand.
There must be someone controlling the group of Gu. The reason why he has not taken action is to wait for the arrival of noon.
Especially in the middle of noon, it is the time when the Yang Qi is at its peak during the day. At this time, the group of Gu will exert its greatest power.
Upon realizing this, Yun Kong immediately felt goosebumps all over his body.
The light on the roof beams became brighter and brighter.
The shadows of the trees outside are about to disappear completely under the tree roots...
"Run!" Yan Kongzuo shouted, and Yunkong ran as fast as he could.
The light spots on the roof beams rushed down at the sound, making the air hiss...
The light spots may slide along the wall, drag on the floor, or jump through the air, but they are all chasing the same goal.
Yankong concentrated on his luck and shouted: "Quick!" The armored horse on his feet immediately led him to fly away, speeding up several times, and even the corridor was turbulent.
Seeing this, Yun Kong also wanted to use his luck to activate his armor, but he was too nervous, and his whole body's true energy suddenly flowed turbulently.
The flying Gu chasing after them were like ferocious swarms of bees, pounced hungrily on the two living people.
They greedily want to absorb human energy to strengthen their lives.
Suddenly, Yun Kong felt his sleeves tighten, and his whole body was pulled forward by the sleeves.
It turned out that a flying Gu rushed too fast and actually passed through his sleeve.
At this moment, Yun Kong suddenly felt that something was not good, and he quickly poured a breath into his Dantian, and quickly directed it to his legs: "Quick!" A powerful force pulled him forward, and he started running, and the strong wind actually heated his ears.
"Senior brother!" He was about to catch up with his senior brother.
"Be careful when you turn!" Iwakora reminded him. After all, horse riding is for traveling outside, not for running around the house.
There was light in the rear, but there was a hell rushing towards him, with swarms of flying Gu chasing after him without letting up at all.
I don’t know how long I ran, how many circles I made, and how big the house was.
Yun Kong could only see the scenery in front of him retreating crazily, and he had no time to clearly see the way ahead, nor could he clearly see whether his senior brother was still ahead.
"Brother!"
no respond.
"Senior brother!" Before he could finish shouting, his feet suddenly became empty.
"Empty..." While thinking, Yunkong fell into a hole in the ground.
There was a loud noise from above, obviously a door was closed.
It was dark all around, but luckily no light spots were seen in the darkness, which meant there were no flying Gus.
Yun Kong fell hard when he fell. He touched his painful bone plate and the ground, which was wet soil.
He stood up in the darkness and felt the space with a keen sense of space. He felt that it was not deep, but it was still higher than a person, and he could not reach the top with his hand.
"Senior brother!" Did senior brother also fall here?
"Yunkong, keep talking, I will come over..." This voice came from somewhere.
That was not a senior brother, but an old voice.
"Is it senior brother?"
"Speak quickly! Let me find you."
Yun Kong finally remembered that he had not heard this voice for a long time: "Master! Master!" He shouted ecstatically, feeling extremely excited.
"Quietly...lowly..."
Yun Kong heard the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground approaching, and was so happy that he wanted to cry.
After a while, a thin hand grabbed Yun Kong's shoulder.
"Master!"
"Turn around, turn around quickly."
Yun Kong turned around in confusion and felt a stinging pain in his back. The old and thin hand was digging hard into his back.
Yun Kong suddenly became suspicious.
Is he really the master?
"Yunkong, take out your mirror."
Yun Kong followed the instructions and took out the bronze mirror from the cloth bag.
"There are two more..." the old man behind said this, and stretched out a hand in front of him, grabbing a light yellow light spot in his hand.
Only then did Yun Kong realize that he had been poisoned!
