high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 123 Brown Sugar Eggs

Back to the present.

Under Bai Shu's astonished gaze.

A sickly man sat on the threshold, pinching a big bong with his yellow fingers, covering his lips with his hands from time to time, coughing twice.

No matter which angle you look at, you can't see his back.

The sound of chopping large pieces of meat came from the dining room, and the sound of bones being split under the force of the kitchen knife and chopping board sounded from inside.

The voice was unabashedly loud, yet seemingly ordinary.

It made people feel that this was just an ordinary day in the dining room.

Bai Shu pulled Xie Fanjing back a few steps quietly.

Everything in front of him is weird everywhere.

There was blood slowly seeping out under the threshold, but the man remained motionless, like a silent stone sculpture.

Suddenly, a woman's wailing suddenly sounded, and Bai Shu was startled.

The cry was vicious and sad, like the drizzle of a leaking house, continuous, Bai Shu listened to it for a while with a pale face, and motioned Xie Fanjing to cover his ears together.

Just like in the rain curtain, the gate of the underworld burst open!

Bai Shu let go of her hand without knowing it, and approached the dining room with a confused expression, one step, one step...

As he approached, the sound of chopping meat became louder and louder, and the man sitting on the threshold raised his head little by little.

There was nothing else in sight, and the vortex swallowed him frantically.

The sky, the earth, everything in front of you.

He felt like a limp reptile, swaying with the whirlpool.

I am also becoming a whirlpool.

Bang!

A strong wind hit from the back of the head, and the huge force from the sky knocked Bai Shu down.

The psychedelic color of the whirlpool faded away slowly. He touched the back of his head, and a big swollen lump made him cry out in pain.

Seeing Bai Shu looking over, Xie Fanjing quickly hid his hands behind his back and remained motionless.

The corners of Bai Shu's lips moved slightly, before he could say anything, the severe pain at the back of his head made him gasp again.

The little girl had a sullen face, but her eyeballs rolled around.

"what is that?"

Bai Zhu got up from the ground, and in the far dining room, the man on the threshold had already raised his head.

His face was a shadow, without features, and the smooth contours of his face were filled with ink-like black.

"Uncle Zheng?"

Only recently did Bai Shu recognize the identity of the man from the old smoking pipe.

The man is a well-known sick child in Dongfu. When he was a child, he fell into the water, and his body was infected with cold roots. Throughout the year, he never stopped taking medicine.

His wife has always been rumored to be not very good in the mansion. Everyone from Zhao Zhou to the cook and even the day laborer who repaired the garden had affairs with her.

In memory, this is a quiet and lonely man.

When people are making noise, he always sits on the farthest side, occasionally coughing twice.

Bai Shu looked at him, feeling a little sad.

When he was about to be flogged to death by Zhao Xiu, Uncle Zheng interceded for him. Although it was useless, he also suffered from the whip himself.

As early as when Bai Shu was bewildered by Xie Danqiu, Uncle Zheng had persuaded Yuan Chen, and later, he also gave him some decoctions for his recovery.

Perhaps because he has no children, he is more kind to all the teenagers in the mansion.

This did not bring any respect, on the contrary, it was an intensified mockery.

But even if the children were learning how to crawl like a turtle in front of him, he didn't mean to get angry.

Such a harmless man died suddenly one night.

Bai Shu listened to Mrs. Wang telling herself that Uncle Zheng's wife had committed adultery with Zhao Zhou, and he saw through it on the spot.

Not only did Zhao Zhou not evade anything, on the contrary he asked his servants to tie him up.

When he got home that night, the man was furious.

Bai Shu looked at the man on the threshold, he was as silent as before, his dark face turned around and slowly lowered again.

Holding the old smoking pipe with his yellow fingers, he tapped lightly on the threshold as usual.

"That's sneaky."

"What is sneakiness?" Bai Shu didn't turn around, he asked softly.

"After a person dies, if there is a yin ground, a trace of the true spirit persists, and it happens to coincide with the six qi before death, the wandering soul will become a ghost."

She shook her head at Bai Shu: "There are very few sneaky ones. This is the first time I have seen them. I heard from my sister that they cannot be killed, and they cannot leave by themselves."

"It sounds like an earthbound spirit." Bai Shu frowned, "Let's go somewhere else."

Xie Fanjing blinked and nodded obediently.

"Sister also told me that if the sneaky ghost can appear in the daytime, it will have a treacherous domain."

"A strange domain? What is a strange domain?"

"I forgot." Xie Fanjing rubbed her head, as if the braid made her very uncomfortable, she glanced at Bai Zhu quietly, then lowered her head, "Auntie was still feeding me at that time, I don't remember clearly .”

"Hmm." Bai Shu nodded.

"Walking over, there is still a long way to go, and there is a dining room over there."

He smiled at Xie Fanjing, accepting the admiration in the little girl's eyes frankly: "I am very familiar with places to eat."

The tired clouds covering the sky gradually dispersed, the warm golden light sprinkled on the dining room, and the light gray cooking smoke curled up from the tiles.

Bai Shu turned around for the last time and turned his head.

Uncle Zheng is dead.

Those who survived were monsters that could not be called human...

He turned left and right with Xie Fanjing, and after an unknown amount of time, the little girl gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Do you want pills?" Xie Fanjing withdrew his hand, "There are a lot of them."

Bai Shu looked over in astonishment, where Xie Fanjing pointed was a small stone Buddha.

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now.

In the dining room.

The sound of chopping meat stopped suddenly, and the old woman stood in the kitchen with a blank expression on her face.

In front of the old woman was a pot of boiling water.

Fuzzy lumps of meat floated up and down in it, indescribably weird and gloomy.

The old woman's neck was stiff, and her body trembled violently. It took a while before she stopped.

"son……"

The ending sound was dragged extremely long, the old woman's body didn't move, but her head turned straight like a snake.

The puppet-like man stared at his back and opened his mouth mechanically.

"Brown sugar eggs, ready."

(End of this chapter)