If you want to get to the main hall, you must cross this wooden bridge.
Shi Yu squatted by the bridge, stroking the edge of the broken wooden board, looking at the rotten and damaged places on the board due to age, feeling the traces left by the years, and suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart.
The night wind blew across the duckweed on the pond, and ripples suddenly appeared on the green river surface.
Shi Yu recalled that when she was very young, her father, a rock climber, took her to climb the Liaoyuan Mountain, which is 4,000 meters above sea level, and they encountered such a broken bridge.
At that time, my father said...
"Go find a hemp rope, the thicker the better." Shi Yu stood up and looked back at the three people behind him. "I can turn this broken bridge into a suspension bridge."
The space they can move around in is the lotus pond in the front yard and the wing rooms on the east and west sides.
Both doors on the east side were locked, but one of the doors on the west side was unlocked and could be opened with a slight push.
This time Hu Fang learned his lesson and walked at the end, not daring to rush forward, for fear that he would be mistaken for his mother by some creature again.
Shi Yu stretched out his hand and placed it on the door panel that was already loosening next to the door frame.
The paint on the surface of the wooden door had begun to peel off, revealing the wood chips inside. When the door was pushed open, the dust on the door fell down, and the fine dust desperately drilled into people's nasal cavities.
Shi Yu waved away the thin dust in front of him, pushed the door open and found that it was a woodshed filled with miscellaneous items.
There were piles of firewood scattered all over the room, as well as some neatly chopped tree stumps and some sewage buckets.
There is also a coal stove for cooking in the south of the room. It is pitch black and filled with various burnt ashes.
There is also a door next to the stove, indicating that there is another room on the other side of the door.
There were many cracks on the dilapidated door, through which one could vaguely see things in the other room.
When Shi Yu was standing at the door, her keen hearing allowed her to vaguely hear the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the door. She had an idea and reached out to Hu Fang: "Come and see what's on the other side. I'm not tall enough to see the gap."
Hu Fang came over happily, stood behind the door and looked towards the other end.
The light was too dim, there was no light source anywhere, and the weak moonlight was of no use.
Hu Fang pressed his entire face against the door frame, trying to see as much as possible with his mortal eyes.
The door frame was placed on top of the door, and if you smelled it closely, you could smell an overly rotten odor coming from another room.
Hu Fang felt that the smell was not very friendly. It was a bit like the foul smell emitted by rotten fish, shrimp and other kitchen waste when they piled up. He was about to tell Shi Yu that he couldn't see anything.
suddenly!
A blood-red eye appeared on the other side of the door.
The eye was bloodshot, and the area around the pupil was congested like a spider web. There were also dense wrinkles around the eyes, making it look like an elderly person.
Hu Fang yelled, sat down on the floor and quickly backed away.
"Ghost, ghost, ghost..." He pointed tremblingly at the eyes behind the door. Shi
Yu chuckled: "I didn't expect that ghosts and monsters like you so much. You're the one who scares them every time."
Hu Fang wanted to cry, "You must have done it on purpose! You made me look at the crack in the door and get scared!"
The eye "spoken", and the voice that spoke was that of an old man, which sounded old but also very majestic.
"Xiao Lian! The kitchen is not cleaned again! Watch out for your skin, I will whip you ten times and see if you dare to be lazy again."
Shi Yu looked at Hu Fang with a smile: "'Xiao Lian', I'm calling you."
"..." Hu Fang felt that rebirth was too difficult, and it would be easier to just die.
However, this sentence also reminded them that the kitchen was on the other side of the door, and the next door they had to open was the kitchen door.
Shi Yu walked over, reached out and pushed the door, and found that the door was tied with a big iron chain with a reed lock as thick as a wrist on the chain.
This kind of lock is no longer seen in modern times. It can only be seen in the Republic of China and earlier ancient times.
There were four words carved on the lock. Shi Yu shone the light of his watch on it and found that "many children" was written on the front and "more blessings" was written on the back.
More children, more blessings.
This was the thing that people in feudal times hoped for most.
The keyhole is on the side of the lock. The key for this kind of lock is usually very long. Shi Yu looked back at the woodshed and said, "Let's look for it. The key should be here."
Hu Fang raised his hand and said, "I have a question."
"What?" Shi Yu asked.
Hu Fang pointed at the broken door: "This door is the only way to enter the kitchen. How did that old man get in?"
Shi Yu glanced at him as if he was an idiot: "Besides the four of us, do you think there are other humans here?"
"..." Hu Fang was speechless. Too.
Ying Zhuo looked at the little girl squatting beside the firewood and rummaging through it and smiled without saying a word. Four humans? This includes him as well.
Shi Yu reached out to touch the prickly firewood. Her hands, which had touched mountains, seas, and rocks, could tell her more. On the firewood, Shi Yu touched some sticky stuff. What was it?
She shone her watch at her fingers and saw that it was a solid black-red powder.
Shi Yu put his nose close to it and sniffed it, and smelled a strong smell of rust.
"Why is there blood on the pile of firewood?" Shi Yu stood up and looked at the pair of firewood in confusion.
Ying Zhuo came closer and asked, "Is it blood?"
Shi Yu nodded and handed his finger to Ying Zhuo to see. The two studied it and confirmed that it was indeed blood.
"Let's take apart the firewood and see if there is anything else inside." Ying Zhuo suggested.
The four men were busy in front of the pile of firewood, starting with moving the first few piles away. Then Shi Yu heard a crisp "bang" sound coming from the darkness, as if something had fallen to the ground.
"Wait a moment." Shi Yu raised his voice and stopped moving the firewood, then followed the sound to find the source of the fallen objects.
Under the light, you can see that it is a crescent-shaped jade pendant.
The jade was white all over and felt a little cold when held in the hand. There was a word carved on it with slightly rough craftsmanship.
【Read】
"Whose stuff is this?" Leng Xinyu stood nearby and watched, confused.
The game had just begun, and there were very few clues. Shi Yu had no idea what the word meant, and could only stare at the crescent-shaped jade pendant.
There are signs of fracture at both ends, and the fracture is very rough, as if it was deliberately broken by external force.
In addition to the crescent-white jade pendant, there was also a rope on the firewood pile.
Found it.
Shi Yu pulled the rope. In the past, ropes were all woven from hemp ropes, which were very sturdy when soaked in water.
But there were obvious bloodstains on the rope, and it seemed to be used to tie up living things rather than firewood.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Shi Yu held the hemp rope, put it in his pocket and prepared to repair the bridge. But when he turned around and looked at the door leading to the kitchen, he felt that there was something very important there.
"There seems to be something inside the stove." Ying Zhuo squatted beside the dark stove and shone his watch inside.
The thick coal dust covered it like a small hill, and no one knew how Ying Zhuo could tell.
Ying Zhuo held a branch in his hand and peeled gently from the coal ash. After a few scraps, he scraped out a long small key. He held the key and handed it to Shi Yu: "Found it."
His eyes were shining, like a child who had done a good deed and wanted to be praised.
Shi Yu looked at his fingers stained with coal dust, and suddenly his heart tightened, and he subconsciously grabbed his hand.
The skin on Ying Zhuo's palms was smooth and white, like a piece of top-grade mutton-fat white jade, and as delicate as the joints of onions. When Shi Yu touched her, her body temperature rose rapidly, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised with an embarrassed smile, as if she was very happy with Shi Yu's intimate gesture.
but.
The girl opposite had a very weird look on her face. She stared at Ying Zhuo's hand and asked, "Where is the wound on your hand caused by the glass in the 'Family Portrait' incident?"
Ying Zhuo: "..."
Hu Fang and Leng Xinyu still had some scratches on their faces, but Shi Yu remembered it clearly. He clearly saw that when Ying Zhuo was protecting her, his hand was stuck in the broken glass and blood was gushing out.
But now, Ying Zhuo's hand is intact, without even a trace of scar from the wound.
Shi Yu swallowed and stared at Ying Zhuo. There was an unknown mystery in those eyes full of helplessness.
Ying Zhuo, who understands the art of Xuanhuang and has the ability to transform into a ghost.
Who are you?
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