Immortal Voices

Rong Xian's footsteps stopped at the second house, the wooden door was tightly tied, and the dim light in the house was looming.

It seems that people haven't slept yet.

Rong Xian's mouth slightly tilted, stepped forward and knocked gently on the door.

‘咚咚咚’

The dull sound of the wooden door resounded in the night, three times at a time, unhurried and passed into the host's ears clearly.

The woman was coaxing her child to sleep, and when she heard the knock on the door, she raised her voice and shouted, "Who, this evening."

She shouted towards the backyard: "Head, someone knocked on the door, and see if there is something wrong with you."

The man laid a bunch of wormwood before he could ignite and heard his mother-in-law's shout.

There was a buzzing mosquito in the ear, and the man stepped out of the door a little irritably, toward the yard.

"Who." The man asked impatiently.

Rong Xian stopped when she knocked on the door, and she turned to the side with the word on the lantern. Then she said warmly, "I came from Xiayuan Road, in order to visit the Shenxian Temple, I lost my way in the mountains. It was late, and I could only Come and check in, and hope that the host will agree. "

When the man heard this crease, he felt short.

He is a crop man, and when he hears it, he is a very polite brother, and people of different classes will always feel inferior.

The man murmured subconsciously: "Why did you come here to visit the temple in Qingshan? This road is not for Qingshan."

The wooden door creaked open, and the man looked down at him, and found that in the night it was impossible to see what the man looked like, only the lunar white gown illuminated by the white lantern.

The man suddenly lost his breath: "How do you come to the door with a white lantern."

Rong Xian handed a small piece of broken silver and said with a good voice: "It is not easy to go at night. I can only stick a lantern underneath, and I ask the host not to blame."

The man looked so happy that he put the broken silver in his mouth and bit it. It was true.

He didn't bother to be sullen, and he greeted people directly and happily, saying, "My son, please come in quickly. I'll let my mother-in-law clean up the room for you. Rest assured, the bedding is all new and I have never been willing to take Come out. "

Rong Xian politely said, "I have a place to stay, thank you."

The man grinned, "You're welcome, you're welcome."

He hurried back to the room, and seemed to say something to the woman. Soon the man came out and said, "My son sits in the room first, drinks water to rest his feet, and the room is cleaned up soon."

Rong Xian laid the lantern on the ground and said, "I'm tired."

She was so polite, it made men feel that her status was definitely higher than that of the Duanjia show in the village, and Duan Jiaxiu did not have such a good education.

After the man led the person into the room, he was embarrassed and said, "It's dark in the room, and the boy carefully hit something."

Rong Xian glanced at the room and said meaningfully: "Yeah, you have to be careful to hit something."

The man diligently wiped the only chair in the house clean, and politely asked Rong Xian to sit down and said, "Sit first, I'll see how the house is packed."

Rong Xian nodded: "Go."

After the man left, a gust of wind blew, and Rong Hong stood relaxed in front of Rong Xian.

"Sister, I learned a very interesting game." Rong Hong grinned and smiled happily.

Rong Xian didn't ask much, and from the slight dissatisfaction of Rong Yan's body, she could see that she had broken the fan cage of fear and had already started revenge.

Rong Xian smiled and drowned, "Have fun and enjoy yourself."

After a while, the man walked quickly and exclaimed: "My son, the house has been cleaned for you, and the wall is covered with wormwood, not afraid of mosquitoes."

Rong Xian stood up and said: "Thank you, I don't know if there is water, I will rest after a while, and I'm tired after walking the mountain road for a day."

The man froze and said busyly: "Yes, yes, I'll call you."

After the man left, Rong Hong smiled and said, "He has my bones in his body."

The wind blew up, and resentment skyrocketed.

She murmured, "He broke my knee and drank the wine from my bones."

Rong Xian's gaze was condensed, and there were many waves.

But in an instant, the waves disappeared.

She said lightly and calmly: "I can let them play games with you at night."

Seeing Rong Huan cheer up, Rong Xian said, "Don't let others hear you, huh?"

Rong Hong nodded immediately, looking very well-behaved.

Yeah, she's just a fourteen year old.

After the man fetched two basins of water, Rong Xian wiped his face and hands, and regardless of the coldness of the well water, he soaked his feet and lay in the quilt. Then he sighed, "This is really tired."

Rong Xian closed her eyes and fell asleep soon.

In another room, the man and the woman were lying together too late to fall asleep.

Until the middle of the night, the man sat up sharply and said, "It's so late, the son-in-law must not know if he is here, right?"

The woman seemed to think of something, with a greedy look: "Yes, others don't know he's here, then we ..."

The man stepped down, picked up the axe on the wall, and said, "Kill him. The money on him is ours."

"It's a good idea," the soft and sweet voice echoed.

The man took it for granted: "Of course it is good ..."

His voice stopped abruptly, it was wrong, not his mother-in-law.

The man clenched his ax and shouted nervously, "Who, come out?"

"Shh, don't shout." The cold touch pressed to his lips, and a soft wind blew in his ears. The soft voice sounded soft and soft: "Sister is sleeping and can't wake her."

The touch of his mouth was still there, but the man was empty before him.

He shivered in horror, only to feel that the dead souls were taking it.

When the woman heard the voice, she doubted, "Who is the master?"

She's not going to steal a man, is this voice his gimmick?

The woman thought she couldn't sit still. She got up and walked towards the man. She reached out and held the stick near the bed in her hand: "Who is it?"

In the darkness, Rong Hong's face twisted, tickling blood dripping from his body, and the blood smelled.

She murmured, and said a little bit angry: "You guys are really bad, you said nothing. If the sister wakes up, what should I do?"

Her voice dropped, and the room was suddenly dead.

The darkness passed quickly, and at dawn, Rong Xian opened her eyes.

She had just wanted to stand up, and her legs fell and fell.

She froze for a moment before realizing she was a mortal now.

She snorted and rubbed her sore legs, feeling better, and then left the door.

Just stepping out of the door, she walked.

Rong Xian looked down at the dried blood on the ground and blinked, "Have fun?"

Rong Hong fluttered happily, saying, "Happy."

Rong Xian laughed a few times and stepped forward.

Inadvertently, she saw the host's house along the crack of the door. The woman was hung high above the beam by the white cloth. The wind moved her body to shake.