Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Wen Jiubai smiled, "No, this old house was not my thing at first. It is also interesting to say, this old house is the price paid by a client long ago."

"cost?"

"Yes, there are gains and losses in this world. Since I accepted the commission, the other party will certainly pay a certain price." Wen Jiubai smiled. "At that time, the client could be said to be penniless. , And finally gave me this old house-his whole family's possession. He once said that he would redeem the old house when he was rich. Unfortunately, he failed to raise it until he died alone alone. Enough money to redeem this house. "

Hearing what Wen Jiubai said, I became even more curious, "This is a big house, and he has arrived here for you. This person must have been very wealthy, right? No, the commission that can make him pay such a great price What the **** is going on? "

"That person is a very great person." Wen Jiubai said slowly. Proud as Wen Jiubai, I hardly ever heard him boast about anyone, so this sentence surprised me somewhat. "He knew he couldn't change the status quo at that time, so he entrusted me to at least let his work be passed on to future generations."

"So have you fulfilled his wish?" I asked curiously.

"Of course, that's why I accepted this old house." Wen Jiubai stood up with a smile. "It's late, I'll go to the study to find out if there is any information that can help us. If you are bored You can also read the book here. The bathroom is on your left. If you want to charge your mobile phone, you can go to the main house. "

Having said that, Wen Jiubai went out of the door and was ready to leave.

But my curiosity was already hooked by the conversation that I just had, and I quickly stopped him and asked, "Hey, but who is the person you said?"

"What do you care about so much? Anyway, they are already long gone."

I'm not convinced, "What's the matter of being curious? Like you said, it's all dead people anyway."

Wen Jiubai seemed to be incapable of taking me, and turned his head again, and said to me, "He was a descendant of a downcast member during the Qianlong period. You must know him. His name is Cao Zhan. Meng Ruan, No. Xueqin. "

Cao Zhan? I stunned, No. Xueqin? Wait, is it Cao Xueqin, the Cao Xueqin who wrote the Dream of the Red Chamber? !!

But before I questioned, Wen Jiubai walked out of the door with a smile.

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"Hey! Boy, what are you doing!"

Bai's sudden scream made me startled. He turned around and looked. The little guy didn't know where it came from. At this time, he was standing upright with his two legs, two small paws on his chest. Staring at me.

I sighed with relief, "Bai, you're scared to death. Where did you come from?"

Grimace was unhappy. "Where did it come from? I have been standing here for a long time, OK? You haven't noticed, what kind of **** do you run!"

"Bai, does this old house really belong to Cao Xueqin?" I couldn't help asking.

"Well ... probably, it seems like a surname of Cao, who knows, I can never remember the names of your human beings." Bai said quite casually, and then looked around, "Where is Wen Jiuba? That guy is not coming back Yet?"

"Who knows, maybe I'll go to the study." Looking at Bai I suddenly thought of a question, "Speaking of Bai, did you know Wen Jiubai before?"

"Yeah, it's an old friendship." Bai Ao came to the table and began to flip through my bag. From there, I took out a packet of biscuits that I hadn't eaten. You're not kind, you're welcome, since I found it! "

He whispered and tore open the package, and started to eat the contents by clicking and clicking.

I was a little helpless, but I didn't mind, but kept asking, "Well, what kind of person was Wen Jiubai before?"

Bai chewed the biscuit, and at the same time he showed me some vigilant expressions, "What do you ask?"

"Curious, is it true that he used to be immortal and cold?"

"Well, it depends on when it was before," Bai Kacha said, eating a biscuit, and said vaguely. "But it should be the same, anyway, we monsters are not easy to change temperament, unlike you humans, emotions. It ’s so volatile. "

I caught the keyword with my ears up, "So, is Wen Jiubai really a monster?"

Bai closed his mouth all at once, his small eyes widened, and seemed to realize that he had just leaked.

"Why, what! I didn't say that, you heard it wrong!"

"What kind of monster?" I immediately asked. "A cat? A dog? A fox?"

"Oh, I don't know!" Bai threw down the biscuit and pushed off the bed, trying to escape from the room. Fortunately, my eyes were so fast that I caught the fur on the back of his neck and lifted him up.

"Wen Jiubai is not here now, so you tell me what's the big deal?"

"Grandpa Gu, please spare me." Bai fluttered straight in the air, his face was frustrated. "What unfortunate thing am I to do, first to treat Wen Jiubai, but now you are forced to ask, oh me What a bad mold! "

"Wait, cure? What hurt? When did Wen Jiubai get hurt?" I frowned.

Bai quickly covered his mouth with his little paw, and his body broke free from my fingers and jumped to the ground.

"I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything!" The guy then walked out of the room and disappeared.

"Hey, Bai!" I chased a few steps without seeing his shadow, shook my head, and wanted to turn back to the room, but felt uncomfortable when I thought about it. I have already talked about this, why not talk to Wen Jiubai himself?

With that said, I retracted my turned feet and walked towards the study. The courtyard of the old house is still very large. It took me a long time to find the study. As a result, when I looked inside, the study turned out to be black. Wen Jiubai was naturally not in it.

This Wen Jiubai! He also said that he checked what information, but now people do not know where to go to be lazy! I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room, just thinking whether I should continue to go back to the hut, and bowed my head and hit a warm object.

"Fragile, where are you going?" This was Wen Jiubai's voice. As soon as I looked up, I was stuck in place.

Wen Jiubai ... The long head was scattered, and the wet was carrying water droplets. He covered his body with nothing except a towel around his waist, and what I just ran into was Wen Jiubai's chest.