Shanhedu

Chapter 36 The one wearing a shroud...is a dead person...

The wind was blowing so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, Xiaoyao raised his arms to cover his face.

When he opened his eyes again, his feet had left the ground.

Clothes stained by muddy water earlier were blown clean by the wind.

Xiaoyao asked Feng to hold him in the air, shaking his head left and right, the black-faced man embraced him from behind.

The bright colors on the mask dissipated, and the cold black face virtually separated the distance between the two of them.

Xiaoyao lowered his head, and there were clouds under his feet.

He frowned and turned his head sideways, "Where are you taking me? Why did you suddenly become normal again?"

The black-faced man looked ahead, ignoring Xiaoyao's profile.

"Send you back." Plain as stagnant water.

Xiaoyao, who was tightly hugged, was just about to continue arguing with him, but after hearing the answer, his mouth opened and closed silently, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the two of them said nothing else.

Xiaoyao didn't know where the black-faced man took him, about half an hour later, they landed in a forest.

The black-faced man left behind Xiaoyao, and said without emotion, "Go straight ahead, those people are all there."

After speaking, he turned around without hesitation.

Xiaoyao's ten slender fingers were clenched together, and the joints were green and white, and he shouted with the little patience and courage left.

"Then why did you take me away!! Don't tell me anything, and now send me back, is it fun to tease me?!"

The black-faced man's footsteps only paused twice, and after listening to the words of the people behind him, he continued to move forward without saying a word.

Turning around halfway, the robe flew up, turned into a black wind and disappeared.

In the depths of the forest, only a white figure shrunk into a ball remained.

The sun directly above his head made people's eyes dizzy, and Xiaoyao had just walked out of the forest with heavy steps, when the people who were looking for him who were about to go crazy came around him as if he had seen a ghost.

Qing Shui's face no longer showed anger and disappointment, but worry was written all over his face.

Pulling his arm, he said, "You were blown away by some evil wind? It's going to scare us to death!"

Tu Sheng echoed, "Yes, yes, what kind of wind is that, it can blow you away."

Fugui walked around him for half a circle, raised his head and asked, "Why are your clothes so clean?" After one sentence, he asked again, "Why are your eyes still so red?"

The dejected Xiaoyao withdrew his arms and looked at Shang Qingshui with concern, "It's nothing, you're not leaving?" He spoke slowly and in a drawn-out tone.

"What are you talking about?" Qing Shui let go, and said angrily, "Everyone is ashamed, why should I go?"

After finishing speaking, he pointed his eyes at Tusheng, "This guy almost kneels down and begs me, how can I go?"

Tu Sheng, who had been diverted from the subject, rubbed the back of his head, chuckled, and sold his leg to the pretty Qing Shui.

"It's not safe for you to go back alone, just follow us."

After finishing speaking, he tugged Qing Shui's sleeve to show his sincerity.

Qing Shui ignored him and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

"Why are you standing there, let's go, maybe there is something delicious ahead."

The native "hey" hurriedly followed, Fugui was digging things out of his gray cloth pockets as he walked.

Xiaoyao was not injured or changed. Seeing him, he didn't want to talk too much, so they pretended nothing had happened. They should go on their way and find something to eat.

The black "little tail" who trailed not far behind them was so clever in hiding that no one discovered his existence.

Because he doesn't know the way, Fugui walks around with a compass to find the direction, but in the end he has to ask the road to know where to go.

The identity of the fortune teller is at stake.

That evening, the four of them, who had just finished eating a bagful of small sour fruits, leaned against the old willow tree on the bank of the small river to rest, and their whole teeth were about to be soured by the fruit.

The setting sun hung high in the distance, Qing Shui squinted his eyes to enjoy the timidity of this moment, and caught a glimpse of a figure slowly approaching from a distance.

wrong.

It seems... two figures.

The figure approached, and Xiaoyao, who was sitting on the farthest side thinking about something, scrambled and crawled to Qingshui's side in fright.

His lips trembled, "Qingshui Qingshui, look, the one standing there is a human... or a ghost..." After speaking, he pouted his buttocks and plunged into the root of the tree behind Qingshui.

Half of Qing Shui leaned lazily on Tu Sheng's body, only willing to open one eye to see the place Xiaoyao was afraid of.

If you don't look at it, you don't know, just looking at it scared Qing Shui half to death.

An old woman with a big black scarf wrapped around her head, with only her eyes exposed, a black hat as high as a bucket, and a necklace of quail eggs like eyeballs hanging around her neck. The one behind her...

The one behind him with his head down, unable to see his face, and wearing a shroud...is...a dead person...