Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 866 Finally Seeing You Alive

That sister actually got into that terrifying big skeleton!
Meng recalled here, Chen Zhen shivered suddenly, reached out and pulled the clothes hanging on the bedside to put them on, opened the door and walked out without washing his face.

There was still a dim yellow wind lantern on the dim sum facade in the front yard, and the big steamer was billowing with white gas, erratically blown by the night wind.

My mother has already woken up, and I don't know where to go to work at the moment, and she is not in the shop.

Chen Zhen walked through the steaming steamer and was about to step out of the house, but hesitated a little.

He turned back again, brought out a large food box from the stove in the backyard, filled a box full of steamed buns, held it in his hand, and walked into the night...

The old man was also looking down at the moment, his eyes dim.

He didn't answer Yanyan's question, but Yanyan could see deep sorrow from those bright eyes.

Back to Huntun Town again, why is Master so sad?

The master shook his head slightly: "Actually, you have never set foot in Huntun Town."

Yan Yan was confused.

What does it mean that she has never set foot in Huntun Town?
So where is she these days?

The old man stopped talking, and led her down a street.

Yan Yan looked around, the streets around her were still familiar during the day, but it was dark without a single lit candle, just like when she helped Xing Yutang out to find someone that night, weird and cold.

However, Yanyan has been wandering around Huntun Town for the past few days, even in the dark and gloomy streets at night, she can quickly tell that this is the street where the tea shop is located.

Yan Yan looked suspiciously at her wife beside her...

Didn't he agree to take her to find Mr. Storyteller?Why did I go around in a big circle and came back to the town.

What do these mean?
Isn't the old man a fool?
Yan Yan couldn't help but went to see her master again.

The Master's expression has remained unchanged since he walked into the black cloud hole just now, the corners of his mouth sink slightly, his nasolabial folds appear a bit deep, and his whole person looks gloomy.

But the footsteps have been very steady, leading Yan Yan straight to the tea shop and walked over.

Judging from the old man's appearance, it doesn't look like he is deliberately playing tricks on her.

Yanyan silently followed beside her, and began to quietly look around at the surrounding houses.

Looking at it, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although the layout of the houses and streets looks exactly the same as in the daytime, Yanyan feels that these houses look obviously older than they look in the daytime, and some walls even have cracks...

The only thing in common is that the whole long street is still lonely and silent, and there are no lights, just like what she saw when she and Xing Yutang went out to look for someone at night.

The two soon came to the door of the tea shop. The spacious and tall facade was hung with thick wooden boards.

At this point in time, the tea shop will definitely not be open.

The old man stood still in front of the thick wooden board, with his head down, and his voice was low: "Here we are, the person you are looking for is inside."

Yan Yan looked at the old man in surprise: "Mr. Storyteller lives in the tea shop?"

How can this be?

She clearly saw that he would walk out of the tea shop every time, and then disappear out of thin air on the street.

The master didn't speak, and raised his hand to hold a blackened and old board in front of him, lifted it up vigorously, took the iron ring on the top of the board out of the hook on the lintel, and leaned gently beside it.

The wooden plank is nearly one person wide, and it is enough for two people to walk in just by taking off one piece.

Yan Yan has been standing quietly by the side, when the old man moved the board away, she saw the dim candlelight reflected from the room.

The candlelight was very dim, but it was very clear and flickered slightly.

This silent and lightless long street suddenly became somewhat popular because of this dim orange shadow.

Yanyan suddenly had a kind of illusion in a trance.

She felt as if the whole town of Huntun had disappeared, only this tea shop, where this light illuminated, had a breath of life.

When he came to the tea shop, the old man seemed to have completely dispelled his worries about bringing Yan Yan over, and walked in without any hesitation.

At this moment, Yanyan's heart is already full of curiosity, and because she is about to meet the storyteller, she also has some uncontrollable excitement.

However, the moment she stepped into the tea shop, she was immediately stunned by what she saw.

The teahouse in front of her is not at all the magnificent teahouse with bright windows and elegant repairs that she listened to during the day.

The tea shop in front of him was pitch black, and the tattered seats and benches were randomly piled up in the corners, which had long been moldy and blackened.There are also moldy mottled black marks on the surrounding walls, layer upon layer, and large areas are spread and dyed on the walls.

There are also straight water marks washed down from the roof due to rain leakage, overlapping with thick mildew stains on the wall, which looks like being splashed with water from washing brushes.

During the period, there were still dirty marks of different shades, and even traces of blood splatter, but after years, it was washed by the rain and turned into a dull deep purple.

The wood on the second floor has long been rotten and broken in the middle, and several sections of the wooden railings on the second floor have also collapsed, and some parts hang precariously on the second floor platform, as if they may fall at any time.

There are very obvious cracks on the wall at the corner, and the exposed adobe bricks inside are illuminated by the dim candlelight, like a monster tearing open its deformed mouth...

It took Yan Yan a while to recover from the dilapidated scene in front of her eyes, and finally she cast her eyes on the candlelight.

At the front desk of the hall, the long desk is still in its original position, and the desk is still covered with a tablecloth, but the color of the tablecloth is no longer bright and bright. On the old tablecloth stands an old-fashioned bean pottery lamp.

In the orange halo, sitting upright was a storyteller who was slightly fat and wore a half-worn long gown that was cleanly washed.

In front of Mr., spread out a scroll with yellowed paper.

Hearing the footsteps of the two approaching, Mr. Storyteller slowly raised his head.

It wasn't until this moment that Yan Yan had a close-up look at the storyteller's face.

She has a fair face and a slightly plump face. Her gray hair is tied neatly on top with a wooden hairpin, but her eyebrows are completely white, like two white silkworms lying on her forehead. The most eye-catching thing is her pair of bright eyes.

Seeing the two people who came in, Mr. Storyteller didn't have any surprise on his face, his eyes only swept away from Yan Yan's face, and then stopped on Master's face.

"Just for a pot of wine, you brought people here, Tan Xiangzi, the more you live, the more promising you are."

Being ridiculed by the storyteller, Yanyan smiled and looked at the old man.

I found that the old man had already walked to the other side of the desk, where there was a long bench leaning against the porch pillar, and the old man sat down on the bench very familiarly, and even crossed his legs, so he followed suit. It looks like my own hot kang head.

Yanyan could tell at a glance that the two old men had a good relationship.

Taking a step forward, Yanyan cupped her hands and saluted: "Sir, don't blame Master, I begged Master to bring me to pay a visit."

(End of this chapter)