The old face that suddenly appeared from the crack of the door was so terrifying that Zhao An was startled and hid behind Jiuyin very spinelessly.
Jiuyin said alertly: "Old man, we are passing merchants, can we stay at your place for one night?"
The old woman protected the oil lamp with her withered hands, looked at her beautiful face, then looked at the wretched Zhao An, and then silently made way.
The strong smell of incense and paper money spread in the hall.
The lights were turned down, and a vermillion-red coffin was parked in the lobby, with a dark character "Nine" written on it, which was particularly unusual. In addition, it was covered with large snow-white flowers, and it was not known who died.
Zhao An took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, asking the old woman to help open a room.
The old woman opened her voice, like an old duck being strangled by the neck, "You two distinguished guests, please sleep well at night and don't move around."
"Don't worry, old man, we are just staying here for one night and we will never look around."
Jiuyin is from the Jianghu and knows the rules of the Jianghu. She felt a very uncomfortable feeling in the old woman.
Zhao An naturally didn't have that feeling. He looked at the eye-catching mourning hall repeatedly, and then went upstairs with the old woman.
The old woman walked in front, and the wooden steps made a constant creaking sound, which was indescribably scary in the deep night.
"There are other guests tonight. If you two are hungry, you can just say, don't run around by yourself, I will prepare something for you."
"Thank you to the store."
Jiuyin crossed his fists.
Zhao An pulled her sleeves and pursed her lips.
When he looked up, he saw a man wearing a pocket, his face hidden in the shadow, leaning against the wall, staring at the two of them coldly.
The old woman said to the man: "I told you not to run around late at night, or the old woman will get angry and drive you away."
The man said: "We are hungry and need some food. Please prepare it together."
"I know, I know, like a ghost."
The old woman was thinking vaguely and came to the door of a house.
The two passed by the man, who had a different color in his gloomy eyes.
Zhao An frowned secretly.
Damn it, the old fox’s people have arrived?
No, they should be following behind, there is no way they can rush to the front!
Why do you feel something is weird?
The old woman pushed open the room and lit the oil lamp.
The room was small but well-equipped with a bed, a table, a few stools, some tea sets, and a strange picture hanging on the wall.
Zhao An and Jiuyin saw this painting at first sight, then looked at each other and noticed the shock in each other's eyes!
Charcoal drawing!
The content is very weird.
There was a coffin painted on it, with the word Jiu written on it. An abstract figure drove a carriage and stopped in front of the coffin, but there were corpses everywhere nearby.
Zhao An was full of questions.
Who else in this world besides him can draw with charcoal?
Could it be that someone learned from the realistic sketch shown some time ago?
Furthermore, why are there such unlucky things hanging in the guest room, and what kind of psychological state does the artist have to paint such an abstract picture?
The more you look at this painting, the more hairy it becomes. What does it seem to be implying?
An inexplicable gloomy feeling hit his face. Not to mention Zhao An, a rookie who had no power to restrain a chicken, even Jiu Yin, a ninth-level warrior, felt uncomfortable all over.
The old woman stood at the table and turned around. Her dry face looked like a chrysanthemum blooming, and her teeth were jagged. Her cloudy eyes finally fell on the two of them.
Zhao An didn't know what her look was like. It felt like she was looking at a corpse, and there seemed to be tears flashing in her eyes?
Hallucination?
Zhao An gritted his teeth and said: "Store, please prepare some food. We will rest after eating late."
"Just a moment, you two."
The old woman left tremblingly, turning back as she left. Zhao An subconsciously kept a distance from her, and when she walked out of the door, he stared at her until the crack in the door slowly closed.
Zhao An's hair stood up and he cursed secretly as a pervert.
I don’t know what kind of medicine the female grandmaster sells in her gourd. Since she wants to meet, why bother looking for this place.
Jiuyin quickly approached the door panel, held his breath and listened for a while, then came back when he noticed there was no movement.
Zhao An was puzzled, "Is there a problem?"
She looked serious, "There's something wrong with that old lady. Could she be Chen's killer?"
"You are so clever, but you sent an assassin to find an old woman? Besides, we have just arrived, and it is impossible for Chen to know our whereabouts in advance." Zhao An poured a cup of tea and sat down.
Jiuyin frowned and said, "Is it possible that the great master deliberately leaked our whereabouts and asked the Chen family to kill us? Didn't it mean that the grandmaster was Qian Yuwei? It's normal for her to cooperate with the Chen family."
Zhao An shook his head. It couldn't be Qian Yuwei. The great master appeared at the cultural gathering. Qian Yuwei was sitting behind the gauze tent at that time. Unless she was a god, it was impossible for her to know the clone technique.
The two looked at each other and fell into silence.
The next step is to wait for the female grandmaster to come over to trade. When the other party appears, maybe everything can be clarified.
As time passed, the wind outside the window became stronger and stronger, and the rain slapped on the window lattice. Along with the sound of wind, it seemed like someone was flashing outside the window, scratching the wooden board with fingernails.
The temperature of the room dropped drastically.
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
The old woman came in carrying a food box.
Unexpectedly, the dinner was extremely sumptuous. Looking at the dishes carefully, Zhao An and Jiuyin had tons of goosebumps.
Kung pao chicken, vinegar potato shreds, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised carp...
Zhao An looked at the old woman coldly, "Staff, may I ask you where these dishes come from? They are too rich."
The old woman said with a smile: "I got it from the capital. My guy likes to eat it. It was originally a tribute to him. Since he can't eat it, I just gave it to you."
Tribute?
Zhao An suddenly thought of a saying often said by netizens in the original world, "When you die, I will show off your tribute."
"Don't hold it against me, you two, no one has touched you."
After saying that, the old woman walked out of the room, and the door slowly closed. Her withered face suddenly appeared in the crack of the door, and finally disappeared slowly.
Jiuyin immediately took off the silver hairpins and tried them one by one.
Not poisonous.
Zhao An raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you ever eaten other people's tributes?"
"This is my first time eating tribute anywhere. There is definitely something wrong with the old woman. It's best for us not to touch these meals."
Jiuyin travels around the world and is used to intrigues. This store is full of weirdness.
Especially the painting on the wall. How could any inn hang such a thing? Isn’t it driving away the guests?
Zhao An smiled and said: "You are right, so this painting should be hung temporarily just to show us."
"you sure?"
Jiuyin took off the painting, and Zhao An picked up the kerosene lamp and took a closer look.
Except for the suspicious charcoal style of this painting, and the unusually eye-catching character 玖, which seems to be the coffin below, there is nothing wrong with the rest. It has no smell, which means it is not poisonous.
