In the final analysis, not to mention that He Qingshan has not been entrusted with the truth. Even now, it seems that he has given a thorough explanation, but in fact, he is still vague. Many things he said are ambiguous.
It's just that Ye Xiayou is very good at manipulating people's hearts, and a few words that he just clicked are enough to make this world-famous storyteller think that he knows the whole story at a glance.
Naturally, they had a great time chatting, but when He Qingshan, who had nothing to hide about himself in the night, finally came to light, he was in a good mood. Luo Lilian hummed and took Xiaocha back to the side room to sleep, and brought the bucket. The water for soaking her feet was also generously given to Ye Xiayou.
It's just that Ye Xiayou, who seemed to have been frank with He Qingshan on the surface, was not in such a mood. Listening to the big one and the small one leaving the house, the look on the face of the sister who had hidden something even from her own brother All smiles faded away, as if deep in thought.
Compared to his father who only drank and didn't worry, the two sisters who had not been at home often since they were children, and even counting the younger brothers and sisters who were still children, Ye Xiaer only understood the temperament of midnight.
In the royal palace on top of the winding mountain, Ye Xie, who is the third in line, has always acted as the eldest sister. Naturally, she will understand why her brother came to her when she knew she was avoiding him. This shows that yesterday When I returned home, I learned from my father, who actually didn't know much, what he was responsible for and what his sister Ye Xie was responsible for.
Fortunately, he took advantage of his brother's temper of loving his wife and left him. In addition, the sudden appearance of the two men, Black and White, also disrupted the purpose of finding his brother. So he made some plans, and so far, he has been Ye Sangen, who had been kept secret for more than 20 years, was still vague. This made Ye Xiayou breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he had to deal with He Qingshan's breaking casserole and ask the truth.
Fortunately, what this storyteller sees and thinks of is just the surface. I am afraid that if these two people who have been together as brothers come together, they will not be so easy to get along with if they talk to each other. .
These are all things for later, everything that has not happened or is still uncertain, for the exquisite and thoughtful Ye Xiayou, it is just an unfounded worry, and he will not bring trouble to himself like this and only add to his troubles.
But compared with what he should have done for this family that had only risen for thirty or forty years, and thinking about everything that his younger brother had been subtly and forcibly arranged by the old man in the family since he was a child, Ye Xiayou just felt that he had not done enough. Not done well.
"It's a really tiring job."
The white-haired and blind woman muttered softly.
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Naturally, Ye Sangeng would not recognize the boy who came to deliver the letter, and Ye Sangeng would certainly not be able to understand what he said.
"Who asked you to come?"
"People from the ghost market."
The boy didn't hide anything, "I just went to the ghost market and met him, and he gave me a piece of silver."
Immediately afterwards, the child heartily spread out his hand to show off the heavy piece of broken silver in front of the midnight watch.
Ye Sangen frowned, it was obvious that someone had already noticed him when he appeared here.
Jiang Huai'en, who could also feel the strange black and white impermanence in it, asked, "Who is it?"
In fact, no one had any hope that this child, who was only seven or eight years old, would recognize the person who asked him to deliver the message. Since he could let a child come to report the message so invisibly, his identity would definitely not be exposed, otherwise it would be better to do it himself. Come here, why bother?
Unexpectedly, the kid with one braid pointing up to the sky spread out the other one without any broken silver and said, "I'll tell you when I give you the money."
"You actually know who it is?" Ye Sangen asked in surprise.
The kid nodded matter-of-factly, "Sure, I often see him going to the ghost market to sell some fun stuff. If you want to know, just give me money."
The kid at this age was capable of such calculations, which made Ye San smile angrily, and casually gave him a piece of silver that was definitely bigger than the kid's other hand, "Tell me, who asked you to pass it on."
"have no idea."
The kid clutching the money turned around and ran away, shouting as he ran, "I just know that this person often goes to the ghost market, but that doesn't mean I know who he is."
As a series of "giggles" that took advantage of him slowly disappeared, Ye San, who had obviously been tricked by the child, was even more stunned.
He must have been unable to bear such cowardice, so Jiang Huai'en said in a high voice, "It's his grandma's fault, it's all my fault."
Ye Sangeng, who would not care about such a piece of silver, laughed at himself: "It was my money that was cheated. Why is Uncle Hei so anxious?"
Jiang Huaien curled his lips and chuckled, "Yes, you are a rich man, and you are willing to take advantage of someone like this."
Understand the Kunlun slave's prejudice against him, put himself in others' shoes, and think about it. If his knife was lost, he would not be able to live in such peace, and he would probably beat the other person to death.
In the middle of the night, he was very self-aware and did not answer the call, for fear of arousing the violent temper of the dark man in his family.
Bai Wuchang responded at the right time: "This kid is very slippery, how true or false are his words?"
In the middle of the night, he looked through the broken wood door in the direction where the child disappeared, holding his chin and thinking silently.
Naturally, he would not take out his anger on an old friend who has worked with him for many years. Jiang Huaien said: "How can it be true? A little kid is so clever and can defraud adults. What else can he say? Can’t make it up?”
Bai Wuchang thought thoughtfully, "It's because of the many evil minds that I'm afraid that I can't guard against it. Since this kid dares to lie to adults, why wouldn't he dare to make up a few lies?"
Regarding Jiang Shu's words, Jiang Huai'en believed 100% from the first day the two of them partnered. It was not because of how smart Bai Wuchang was, but purely because of the inferiority complex in his bones. Even if the people around him didn't show any obvious signs, they were just a child. Being different from others, this kind of unexplainable psychology will naturally occur.
Therefore, Hei Wuchang, whose nickname suited his skin color very well, nodded in agreement, "It makes sense, we have to guard against it."
Bai Wuchang, who also knew his old friend, did not answer the call, but looked at Ye Sangeng.
The sentence just now about Sang scolding Huai was not usually meant for this junior in the family, but the other party seemed to not understand. Jiang Shu's indifference in the middle of the night made Jiang Shu pay more attention.
Lifting the brim of the hat that covered most of her face, revealing a pair of slender lips, Bai Wuchang Jiang Shu asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Of course, Ye Sangeng, who was not absent-minded, knew that the other party was talking to him, and pondered for a moment, "I was thinking about what the child just said."
The conversation with the kid that ended in a few breaths was replayed in Jiang Shu's mind, and she couldn't figure out the flaw in those few words that had fooled most people.
"Regardless of whether the child is good or bad, there is a high probability that someone will come to him to send a message. Since we are here with Lao Zhao, no matter how young the child is, he will not get into bad luck with Baojia." The topic changed immediately, and someone suddenly asked in the middle of the night. He said, "Did the kid say that he often goes to the ghost market to 'sell' some fun things?"
I deliberately emphasized the word "selling" in the words, making it a lowering tone rather than an upper tone.
Immediately he understood the meaning of the third watch of the night, Bai Wuchang Jiang Shu said: "Is it possible that the tomb robber and corpse exorcist asked this child to pass it on?"
Night shook his head, "I don't know."
Then with a thought in his heart, Ye San Geng added: "It shouldn't be that guy Ding Daigou. He didn't even have time to hide from us. How could he do something like this and throw himself into a trap?"
Jiang Huaien interjected: "Could it be that after grabbing the baggage, he found it was a knife, which was useless to him, so he took the initiative to show his kindness to us?"
Ye San Geng laughed dumbly, "My uncle Hei, that was the knife used to carry out the burial. It was useless for him, but it's not like he couldn't see the quality of the knife. If he resold it to any swordsman, he could make a lot of money." Pen."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Huaien's eyes widening like bells, and Ye San changed the topic wisely, "Of course, maybe it's because we are intimidated by the reputation of Mingdaofeng, and it's not impossible to take the initiative to show kindness, but it's just that , if you want to show your kindness, why don’t you just return the knife, and you don’t need to scare us by not showing up?”
Seeing that the pale eyes on Jiang Huaien's dark face, which was even blurry in the night, tended to soften, Ye Sangeng said: "So I don't think it's him."
Under the hood, Jiang Shu's voice was a bit cold: "As you said, he can exchange the knife for money. Isn't this sentence 'leave quickly if you want to survive' meant to scare us so that we can leave."
In the middle of the night, my face felt bitter, and my heart felt like a mess.
From Jiang Shu's point of view, Ding Ging, nicknamed Ding Daigou, had snatched the knife and would naturally try his best to prevent them from finding it. He was afraid that this Xiangxi native who robbed tombs and expelled corpses was actually in the ghost market and saw them looking for him. Come, then there will be such a superfluous and unattainable method.
But in the middle of the night, it seems that the so-called knife being robbed is nothing more than an attempt to deceive Black and White Wuchang to follow him to the ghost market. There is no doubt whether the person who wanted to assassinate him last night was Ding Gong. Even if it was him, he was looking for him. Come, it's too late to hide. How could the person delivering the message be him?
Xiao Jiujiu, who has his own heart in his heart, naturally cannot expose his true purpose. But if he follows Jiang Shu's wishes, will he enter the ghost market to find Ding Ginseng?
No matter what considerations he had, Ye Sangen, who did not want to enter the dungeon, followed Jiang Shu's intention and said vaguely: "As expected of Aunt Bai, what she said is not unreasonable."
Bai Wuchang snorted coldly at the late night flattery. If this kid hadn't taken the knife out of his own cleverness, the two of them wouldn't have been able to reach this filthy place.
The Sheltering Sect is naturally aloof and aloof, so it is natural that it hates the smoky atmosphere outside.
Especially this name revealed something dirty, and Jiang Shu, who was already sensitive as a woman, was now full of displeasure.
Jiang Shu said: "Then what are you waiting for? Shouldn't we go look for it in the ghost market?"
He was really afraid of what might come, and his face became even more bitter. Ye San even thought about it and said, "We'd better wait for Lao Zhao. It won't be too late to confirm his return."
Jiang Huaien didn't think so. The knife belonged to him, and he must be the one who was anxious. He said angrily: "Boy, it's not your knife that was thrown away! If you don't go, I'll go by myself!"
Jiang Huaien was about to leave when Jiang Shu grabbed his arm and signaled him not to act rashly.
Ye Sangen hurriedly said: "Uncle Hei, there's no rush, we're not sure about this yet, just wait."
Jiang Huai'en's face was filled with anger, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and his voice became louder, "It was you who lost my knife in the middle of the night. If the Luanhui was lost, how could you brazenly fart like this here!"
Jiang Shu's hands relaxed.
Even in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
After all, what Jiang Huaien said makes sense.
He vigorously shook off Jiang Shu who was blocking him, and Jiang Huaien, who seemed to be integrated with the night, roared angrily: "I don't care what relationship your kid has with this North City, I'm going in now, and I don't want to go with you either It’s a quarrel, but let’s make it clear, if anything happens to my big ring knife, I’ll make it hard for you to walk around.”
Jiang Huaien, who turned around and walked away angrily, ignoring the other two people, stopped as soon as he took a step.
Because a stranger suddenly appeared at the door, expressionless, looking at the three people in this messy courtyard coldly.
Blocked at the door like a hill.
It's blocking, not blocking.
Because he was holding something in his hand.
In the blurry night, this rather muscular man casually threw the object in his hand into the yard and rolled it several times until it reached the third watch of the night.
And when he lowered his head, he saw that it was Zhao Fu who had just gone to find Xiao Lingtong.
In just a quarter of an hour, his face was covered in blood and he was unconscious.
In the middle of the night, he frowned and looked at the unknown stranger, with anger in his eyes.
The strong man grinned, showing his white teeth.
He didn't say anything, raised his hand, hooked his fingers, turned around and left.
