C35 (1/2)
The talisman ignited itself in the air, and the flame quickly reduced it to ashes. The shop disintegrated into tiny particles like a cloud of dust, and in the end it disappeared, leaving only the four of us standing in a wasteland. Right in front of me was a gravestone with no name on it.
All of us looked at each other as if we were looking at a monster. Cai Qilong took the initiative to return to his senses and started searching for something around the tombstone.
Hong Jiugong smiled and said: ”Disciple, you should not have looked at the III, so you naturally do not have to own it!”
The descendant called Little Tiger Zi also shook his head: ”Perhaps the town's feng shui is not good, it's Old Devil Huang's turn at the coffin shop today. Just yesterday evening, when I passed by his coffin shop, he was still smiling and chatting with me, and asked when he would prepare a coffin for himself, but I never expected him to die today!”
When the funeral procession approached the two, the two long-tongued men tactfully closed their mouths, and at the very front was a black-clothed mournful musician, with his hands clenched tightly into a golden suona, he aimed it at his mouth and took a deep breath, and then forcefully blew out a mournful tune, when the procession passed by the four of us, the cold wind suddenly blew, and a strong wind came from the distance, causing the four men who were carrying the coffin to instantly fall to the ground, while the others were also struck by the wind.
Hong Jiugong looked carefully, the coffin lid automatically moved, the weird wind increased its strength, and in the blink of an eye, it swept away the corpse inside the coffin!
Yin Feng took away the corpse in the coffin, and when everything returned to normal, the mournful musician threw away the suona and scrambled to escape. His mouth was still crying like he had lost his mind, ”Run!” Monster! There was a demon! I saw the monster eat the body of the coffin man! ”
The two women in the family hugged the coffin lid and cried out, ”Oh god! If you die, we won't let you rest in peace!”
I looked to the left, Wang Da Gu's mouth was wide open, so big that it could fit two eggs, and Hong Jiugong and Cai Qilong who were previously at the side had long disappeared.
I raised my leg and kicked Wang Da Gu. ”Hey! Scared you silly? Where did the Old man Hong run off to? ”
Wang Da Gu spread his hands and said: ”Jaeger, why don't we look around, is there a Yi Hong Yuan Courtyard here?”
I grinned and said, ”Ouch! You're finally enlightened. Let's go! Go to the Yikong Courtyard, I haven't had a good time in a long time! ”
I looked at the coffin in the middle of the road. It was really empty inside. There must be demons running amok, Old man Hong and Cai Qilong must be going to catch them.
Wang Da Gu and I walked past the funeral procession with arms around each other's shoulders. After about ten steps, there was a bookstore diagonally opposite of us, and beside the bookstore there was an alley that separated it from the rest. On the other side of the alley, there was a cake shop. A little girl was sitting on the doorstep of the bookstore, looking at us with a big smile on her face. She waved at us and shouted, ”Be careful, don't go any further. There is a madman in front of us!”
Wang Da Gu and I were squatting in front of the little girl. Her face was ashen, her skin as white as paper and completely lifeless.
I shivered. ”Lunatic? ”Little girl, is there a place called the Yi-Hong Courtyard in this town?”
The little girl giggled, ”Yi-hong Academy? ”There's no such thing as a” Yi-Hong Yuan ”or a” Flowery Tower ”. There's a lot of beautiful older sisters in there!”
At this time, Wang Da Gu's face blossomed with happiness as he asked, ”Little girl, may I ask where should we go to the Yi Hong Courtyard?”
The little girl pouted and said, ”It's a little complicated. Follow me in, I'll draw a map for you!”
While we were talking, the little girl had already turned around and entered the bookstore. Wang Da Gu and I followed behind without much thought. After crossing the threshold of the bookstore, the shelf was about thirty feet in size. Four mahogany bookshelves were placed against the wall, and there were over a hundred books that had already turned yellow. The shelves were propped up by a mottled red pillar. In front of the pillar, there was a black desk covered in dust. On the desk, there were four treasures of the study room and a few white pieces of paper.
The strange thing was that she did not grind it, but instead drew on the xuan paper. Her wrist was very flexible and powerful, Wang Da Gu and I walked over to the side of the table to look at it together, only to see that the Xuan paper was as white as snow, with nothing written on it.