Brother, this showman

Chapter 118 The Ghost Gate That Swallows People

The sky is still bright, the sun is still hiding in the clouds and shyly refuses to show up, everything is still in the white veil and has not yet fully awakened, and the desolate street has been completely frightened by a loud voice.

"No, I don't want to go! I don't want to go! I'm already very old and I can't stand it! My son is still waiting for my body to be collected in Yizhuang."

Zhen Xiangsi hugged the pillar in front of the inn tightly, holding a steamed bun in one hand and a steamed bun in the other, gnawing on the steamed bun and then on the steamed bun, crying loudly.

"You go as soon as you want, I still have to collect my son's body!" Zhen Xiangsi took another bite of the bun in his hand, but he took another bite and said vaguely.

Ye Wenqing snatched the steamed bun from Zhen Xiangsi's hand, and sneered: "If you rush to be someone else's father, you have to ask if he wants to. You came to me first. If you don't want to follow, that's fine. The masked man..."

"Stop talking! I'm going!" Zhen Xiangsi swept away the gloom before, grabbed a mess of hair, stood up with his head upright holding the pillar, "I have a destiny with Mr. Ye, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire, I will follow!"

"We're just going to help get rid of an evil spirit." Song Jihua couldn't help interjecting.

Zhen Xiangsi shrank his neck, fell silent for a moment, and looked anxiously at the piece of bun meat in Ye Wenqing's hand that was about to fall off when he shook it.

"Master Ye." Zhen Xiangsi's eyes were fixed on the piece of meat, "Shake it lightly."

"Promise!" Ye Wenqing raised his hand and stuffed the bun into Zhen Xiangsi's mouth, "Eat it well!"

Zhen Xiangsi smiled contentedly, his face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

Several people rushed on the road one after another, and finally arrived in Yongding City three days later.

As soon as he entered the city, Ye Wenqing was attracted by the yellowed notice posted at the gate of the city after being washed by the wind and rain.

"A catastrophe fell from the sky, and the gate of hell fell to the ground. When the night is over, don't gossip."

The inscription was on the [-]th day of the first month of the Gengchen year.

Zhen Xiangsi pointed to the inscription on the notice, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his tongue was sticking out, like a hanged ghost, startling the passers-by.

"How could it be the year of Gengchen!" Zhen Xiangsi pointed at the year on the notice with one hand on his hip, "Which idiot who eats too many rotten eggs wrote it."

"You're a fool!" An angry female voice sounded, accompanied by a few yellow and sour vegetable leaves.

"You, you, you! You are presumptuous!" Zhen Xiangsi put the rotten vegetable leaves on his head, blushed and stared at the aunt who threw the vegetable leaves at him, stomping his feet angrily, "It's really uneducated!"

As soon as this remark came out, it was exchanged for a pile of rotten leaves, oh, and there was an egg, okay, not bad.

Ye Wenqing hugged Feng Lianchen away from him, and he didn't forget to grab Song Jihua who was still in a daze.

The vegetable basket carried by the aunt was half empty at once, and the anger on her face also subsided. She pointed at Zhen Xiangsi with unsatisfied intentions, and said contemptuously, "I don't know what kind of virtue it is for me to urinate, and I have the face to criticize others."

Zhen Xiangsi's eyes were covered with egg yolk, and it was difficult to open them all at once, so he wiped it casually, and the whole face was evenly coated with egg yolk, not yellowish at all.

"Oh, it's so ugly!" The aunt laughed out loud holding her stomach, "Get up and open up, stand far away, and don't block the old lady's eyes."

Zhen Xiang covered his face furiously, wanting to curse back again, but when he received Ye Wenqing's warning gaze, he immediately stopped his flag and turned around angrily, not seeing what he saw.

"This aunt." Ye Wenqing stepped forward and smiled warmly at the aunt.

The aunt was full of anger when she saw Ye Wenqing walking out of the painting, she disappeared completely, she even brushed her hair on the sideburns, and replied very friendly: "Master, is he from other places? Our Yongding City is a good place. You can play everything you need, and it was still the imperial capital a hundred years ago!"

"I would like to ask my aunt to testify for us." Ye Wenqing pointed at the feudal official on his body in embarrassment, "Just now I was discussing with my brother whether this year is the year of Jimao or the year of Gengchen. This kid insists that this year is Jimao Year, I said it was the year of Gengchen, but he didn't believe it. No, the boy is upset and vented his anger on me."

"That's why I want to ask my aunt what year it is, so that this kid can have some refreshments." Ye Wenqing was very helpless, and smiled shyly, and Feng Lianchen also cooperated to make an unhappy look.

The aunt heard the words and said enthusiastically: "Of course it's the year of Gengchen. Children's memory is inevitably wrong. Last year was the year of Jimao."

"Did you hear that?" Ye Wenqing turned his head and pinched Feng Lianchen's face, "It's the year of Geng Chen."

"Oh." Feng Lianchen replied reluctantly, buried his head on Ye Wenqing's shoulder, and vividly expressed the temperament of a child who was unhappy because he couldn't hear the answer he was satisfied with.

"Thank you, ma'am." Ye Wenqing said gratefully.

The aunt happily waved her hands, this person is not only good-looking but also polite, the more she looks at her the more she likes her, she said: "No problem, no problem, I'm at Dukang Restaurant, if you have any questions, young master, you can come to me."

The aunt walked away with a smile, and Zhen Xiangsi finally wiped off the egg yolk on his face, and looked at Ye Wenqing pitifully.

"It's very moisturizing." Ye Wenqing commented sincerely.

"...Really? But I feel sticky." Zhen Xiangsi touched his face, and there was a slight prickling sound at the moment when the palm and cheek were separated.

Song Jihua spread out the crumpled paper in his hand, turned his head to look at Ye Wenqing, and said, "Brother Wenqing, we need to go to the west of the city to find a family named Xiao."

"Okay, let's go then."

Song Jihua summoned Yuan Shen to lead the way, and Ye Wenqing followed Feng Lianchen leisurely and leisurely, like strolling in a garden, chatting with the vendors on one side from time to time, and buying interesting things when they saw them.

Oh yes, Feng Lianchen pays the bill.

Zhen Xiangsi followed enviously, and was interrupted by Feng Lianchen several times when he tried to interrupt, but he didn't have the guts to interrupt Feng Lianchen, so he could only follow timidly.

"He's afraid of you." Ye Wenqing noticed something was wrong with Zhen Xiangsi, swallowed the hawthorn wrapped in syrup in his mouth, and whispered in Feng Lianchen's ear.

"Useless stuff." Feng Lianchen glanced at Zhen Xiangsi who was about to put a turtle shell on his back from the corner of his eye, curled his lips in disdain, and continued to bite the candied haws in his hand.

"Don't think I don't know." Ye Wenqing snorted softly, and glanced at him meaningfully.

"Big brother is naturally extremely intelligent, and everything can hardly escape your eyes." Feng Lianchen hugged Ye Wenqing's neck like a dog, and said with a smile, a small piece of sugar slag still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"It's good to know." Ye Wenqing murmured to express his disgust, but the expression on his face was very helpful, "Be more careful."

"Okay." Feng Lianchen replied while stuffing the last half of candied haws into Ye Wenqing's mouth, "Brother, try again."

Ye Wenqing subconsciously took a bite, only to realize that there was only half of it left. His mouth froze, and he raised his eyes to meet a pair of triumphant eyes.

"Little bastard, Bai treats you so well." Ye Wenqing laughed and cursed, and raised her hand to pat Feng Lianchen's head lightly.

Feng Lianchen chuckled.

There is a dilapidated small courtyard in a remote alley in the west of the city. It seems that in response to the remoteness of this alley, the small door made of bamboo makes a slight sound when it shakes in the majestic wind.

The walls made of mud have been mottled over the years, and sand and stones are chasing the breeze away from time to time.

"Is it here?" Ye Wenqing looked over the half-person-high small door to the half-closed door in the house. The eaves were full of cobwebs, and the naked eye could see that it was covered with various mosquitoes.

"Yes." Song Jihua nodded affirmatively, opened his mouth and shouted inside, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

There was no response in the room, Ye Wenqing looked at Song Jihua silently, his eyes full of suspicion.

Song Jihua scratched his head in doubt, and shouted again: "Excuse me, is anyone home?"

Still no response.

Zhen Xiangsi was a little dazed by the sun, his head was swollen, and when he heard Song Jihua's loud voice, he suddenly became excited, stepped forward and pulled him away, and shouted into the room with his voice: "The thief is here to steal money! Just hide in your room, come out quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang and clang in the house, and the rapid sound of bamboo poles approaching from far away, an old man with gray temples came out hurriedly with a bamboo pole in his hand, and a sickle in one hand, looking around He said: "Where is the thief? Where is it?"

"..."

Zhen Xiangsi proudly raised his chin, put his waist in and said, "How is it? I'm the best, right?"

After looking around for a week, the old man saw a few people by the door. He raised the sickle that he had put down once again, and slowly walked forward, looking at everyone vigilantly. His feet were trembling badly, but he pretended to be calm and said: " Dare to steal money in broad daylight, believe it or not, chop you into meat paste?"

"Is it Master Xiaoshixiao?" Song Jihua asked in a harmonious voice.

Xiao Shi was stunned for a moment, looked at Song Jihua with squinted eyes, and said coldly: "Now the thieves who steal money will ask about the master's affairs? They are really getting more and more capable."

"...Master." Song Jihua couldn't help his forehead, and continued to ask patiently, "Did you write a letter to ask Xiao Guanzong for help a month ago?"

Xiaoshi frowned slightly, tilted her head and thought about it carefully: "It seems that there is such a thing."

"That's right! It's true!" Xiaoshi excitedly put down the scythe in his hand, slapped his palm on his thigh, and then wiped away his tears, "My son is gone! He was swallowed by the gate of hell!"

Xiaoshi suddenly became emotional, and stood there holding the bamboo pole, crying with snot and tears.

The sun is getting hotter and hotter, and the ground is so hot that it is comparable to a steamer.

Xiao Shi didn't take the initiative to let them in, so they stood at the door. Ye Wenqing hugged Feng Lianchen and hid in the shade of a tree, while Zhen Xiangsi was so hot that he had nowhere to hide, squatting on the ground scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Big brother! Can we go in first? We still have children here!" Zhen Xiangsi couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted Xiao Shi who was immersed in his own thoughts.

Xiao Shi woke up like a dream, hurried forward to unlock the door, turned sideways and said: "Everyone, please come in."

The yard is not big, but there are still things that should be there.Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner is an Eight Immortals table, with a thin layer of moss growing on the table, which traces the traces of time in detail.

Xiaoshi filled a pot of water from the well and walked over slowly holding several porcelain bowls, and said: "It's hot now, I just drink some well water, I hope you will forgive me."

"Sir, sit down." Ye Wenqing pulled a bench aside and put it beside Xiao Shi, took a sip from a bowl of well water, the coldness and sweetness washed over his scorching throat, just like a fire meeting a flood, everything The restlessness was all washed away.

Xiaoshi leaned on the table and sat down, fiddled with the bamboo pole in his hand in distress, with fear in his eyes, and tremblingly said: "To tell you the truth, there have been accidents in our Yongding City for three consecutive months. That ghost gate that swallows people! My son, my son was also... swallowed by that ghost gate."