Chapter 65 Sleepless Night

Buried the second old man, and he returned to the attic. At this time, it was late and he was physically and mentally exhausted. He wanted to stay here for one night. First of all, I really didn't want to leave. I went to Jinmei Villa in the middle of the night. I was not familiar with the place, and now I have a tail to follow. Secondly, he wants to find out the secret of the "spontaneous combustion" death in this village. He just witnessed the burning process of the two elders, which was not as simple as "ghost possession" or finding a stand-in. He vaguely felt that all this was a conspiracy, a huge conspiracy, and now he was also involved.

He walked to the last house and shouted at Master in the direction Ye Xuanji had just left. After several calls, Ye Xuanji answered in a muffled voice, and then ran over in a hurry and asked, "Why have you been so long?" I fell asleep just now!"

Are you asleep? Although he can't see his eyes and doesn't know if he is sleepy, listening to his tone doesn't look like he has slept at all. Moreover, it has just rained, and there is muddy water everywhere. Out of the village, there is no dry place. Does he sleep standing? He glanced at Ye Xuanji's clothes. Strangely, the front of his clothes and trousers were soaked and dripping water, as if on the way, the rain on the vegetation on the road...

Feng Junyang didn't ask much. After asking, the master and apprentice quarreled again. He just said faintly and tiredly, "I'm tired and want to sleep here for a night."

"Are you lazy? You must go to Jinmei Villa before dark!" Ye Xuanji gave the order.

"I'm afraid of ghosts! The night of Jinmei Villa is a ghost world. He said coldly, "Beover, I want to stay with my uncle and mother all night..."

"You're still with me when you're dead..." Ye Xuanji immediately realized that he had said something wrong and quickly changed his words, "I mean, there are so many people dead here, how dare you stay with them?"

Feng Junyang felt sad when he heard it. It turned out that he knew it. Why? Why hide it from yourself? A mass of fire rose in his heart:

"They are dead! Also dead! He died for me..." The old man's tragic situation appeared in front of him again. He squatted down, hugged his head, and cried like a child.

"Dead? How did you die?" Ye Xuanji's surprised tone, "Then let's go quickly!" The ghost of Jinmei Villa has indeed come out!"

He wanted to express his doubts in one breath, and his gathered anger like a volcano, and then they, like two real men, were in front of them, negotiating, duel, life and death.

How nice that is! Don't be so roundabout and deliberate. Playing tricks and plotting are not his strengths, and even in these aspects, he is very retarded. He likes to go straight. You and I should be open and upright even if you die.

But he didn't.

He was silent for a long time before saying lightly, "Master, please. I'm really tired. I want to have a good sleep, leave at dawn, and finish everything tomorrow.

"Are you going to fly away after tomorrow?" He didn't pretend to be as pitiful as before and say that he couldn't live without him. In the dark, Ye Xuanji's voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Well, I promise you that I'll stay here for one night."

The two were speechless all the way. He took Ye Xuanji to the small attic, lit the candle and said, "I'm sleeping here. This is the place where the two old people slept before their lives.

"Anyway, I can't sleep anyway." Ye Xuanji glanced at the room and said lightly, "I'm going to live next door to light a fire first. It's too cold to be soaked. Would you like something to eat?"

"I won't eat it." He said lightly. When Ye Xuanji turned around, he hurriedly stopped him again, "Be careful at night, master."

"You sleep, and I'll watch you the night." Ye Xuanji smiled and said, "You child, you are starting to sulk again. Life, old age, illness and death are the natural laws of the world... Well, you don't want to listen. I'm next door, making a fire. If you're bored, come here.

"Good night, Master."

He gently closed the door, and Ye Xuanji left. In the past, when he was sulking, the master would accompany him, sleep in a ** and chat until dawn...

He leaned against the wall and thought about the experience of this day, the hanging tower of the ghost village, the old man picking mushrooms, the strange death method of the villagers here, two places, two mysterious people have the same smell of traditional Chinese medicine... He dared to conclude that the old man picking mushrooms is the same person as the person hiding behind the osmanthus tree, but why did he follow him?

Didn't Ye Xuanji hear the howling of the two old people just now? It's been about two hours. Where is he? Just now, he said that he knew that the two old people were dead... Didn't he say that he woke up when he was sleeping?

There are contradictions everywhere in his words. He didn't want to expose it, and he couldn't bear to expose it. The master and apprentice only had this time. He cherished and endured it. Feng Junyang didn't want the last companionship to break up unhappily.

The old man's room is simple and clean. But he always feels that there is a faint smell. This smell is not a fragrance, but it is not smelly. He can't tell what it is. It's strange. He sniffed hard and looked around, as if he had smelled everywhere he went. Does it smell on your body? He picked up his hand and smelled it. Sure enough, the smell became stronger! He picked up the sleeve of the other hand and put it on his nose, with a strong smell! The smell comes from the old man's clothes!

He has some cleanliness, but everyone who does medical work has some cleanliness. He felt uncomfortable all over in other people's clothes, not to mention an old man's clothes. He also had a change of clothes at the master's place, so he stood up and opened the door to the next door.

Ye Xuanji is sitting by the fire, stretching out his hand to bake clothes. He moved a little slowly and sat there looking a little lonely. When he was old, Feng Junyang felt sad and came up and said, "Master, have you eaten anything? Are you hungry? Go to bed when you are tired.

"If you don't eat, I can't eat it." Ye Xuanji moved his body, gave up a little position and said, "Sit down and talk to the master. Child, don't be angry with me. Master is getting weaker and weaker. I'm afraid there will be no time..."

In ordinary times, he will throw a joke over, saying that he is old and strong, saying that he is affectionate... But tonight, he is determined to look at the man who has been with him for more than ten years. He is indeed old, especially in these days. Although his mouth has become smooth, his voice is hoarse, his movements are slow, and his eyes are dull. His facial muscles became stiff... He was old, and his young years were spent looking for Mei Lanyue, raising and teaching himself...

Now, Mei Lanyue's dream is broken; he also wants to leave him... Feng Junyang leaned on his shoulder and said, "Master, stop it. After tomorrow, I will still be with you..."

"Really?" He said in surprise, but his tone became melancholy in an instant, "I don't want you to accompany me. When you grow up, you should have your own career... Don't you miss books? Go to Xincheng, where there is a medical school, and there is Wu Landuo..."

"You won't let me check my background?" Feng Junyang asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that I was from the Mei family?"

Ye Xuanji was silent for a long time before saying, "Who are you, whether it is Feng Wenbai's son or a descendant of the Mei family, remember to be yourself. You are handsome."

"I understand."

The blazing fire made Feng Junyang feel warm and sleepy. He got up and went to his luggage to find his clothes. As soon as he walked out of the door, Ye Xuanji behind him shouted: "Junyang! It's on fire!"

His nerves suddenly became nervous! Looking back, the flames rushed up behind me!

"Take off your clothes!" Ye Xuanji shouted loudly!

He took off his clothes and trousers. Fortunately, his body did not burn. What's wrong with taking it off quickly? He patted his chest, and his heart kept beating, my God! It almost became coke.

The old man's clothes turned into ashes on the ground in an instant! He returned to the attic with lingering lingering heart. It was strange that the smell just now was gone! There is really something wrong with the old man's clothes!

Will this smell make the clothes burn near the fire? What is so powerful? Did the people in the village also spontaneously fire because of this powerful thing?

Is it possible that someone secretly painted this thing on the clothes of the villagers, and then ignited them as soon as they walked out of the door and encountered sunlight and heat? But who can collect the clothes of so many people in the village at once?

And, I just saw the old woman burning from her eyes! Her clothes didn't start to burn...

He patted his forehead and couldn't figure it out. As he became sleepy, he walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, and lay on his backs**.

The old man's pillow was hard, and there seemed to be something running around in the pillow core. He felt uncomfortable and wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep.

So he sat up and moved the pillow away. With the movement of the hand, something fell out of the pillow.

is a yellowed book! Does the old man still have these leisurely feelings and read books when he sleeps? He opened the book casually, but there were some scribbled small words, and there were no lack of typos. He laughed bitterly and skipped those auxiliary words of "the Master" and read a page with a hesitant translation:

"June 18 of the lunar calendar... Miss Er's birthday... Eat osmanthus cake, two liters of rice... five taels of dates, two taels of dried osmanthus..."

"June 19... The eldest son came and dug up the plum blossom tree... He said he wanted to potted plants in the study... The second lady must be reluctant to give up and would be angry when she knew it."

"June 23rd, the moon was sent. I want dried osmanthus..."

It turned out to be a small book to record the trivialities of life. This uncle may be the person in charge of this small manor, so he recorded the daily visitors in detail, and the daily expenses are really careful.

And every article will mention the second lady, and the second lady is maintained everywhere. It can be seen that their feelings are really extraordinary and have long surpassed the relationship between master and servant.

The old man recorded so clearly that did he record the day of the August 15th fire? Will you find some clues from it? Thinking about this, his hand holding the notebook trembled a little and directly jumped over the middle record to the August record.

There are few records in August, and occasionally a few are written about harvesting osmanthus. I think this is the busiest time, and my uncle doesn't have time to write it down. But the next few points caught his attention:

"August 12, Xie Lianqi came to get the second lady's pen and ink and picked fresh osmanthus to make sachets for the second lady."

This Xie Lianqi drew pictures and sent pen and ink to the second lady. The relationship is unusual!

"August 13, the eldest son Haoyue came to bring fresh osmanthus flowers to the second wife, and he forgot the eldest wife..."

"August 14, Miss Er is ready to prepare a birthday gift for the old lady."

"August 15, the old lady's birthday... Everyone in the Moon Chasing Pavilion is ready to attend the birthday ceremony..." This used to be called the Moon Chasing Pavilion, what a poetic and picturesque name!

"The housekeeper came to report that the second lady is coming to pick osmanthus..."

"August 15, the second lady picked osmanthus and hurt her hand bone... She couldn't find Xie Lianqi and was afraid of Master Mei. The second lady stayed in the Chasing Moon Pavilion for the night..."

"Ah!" Feng Junyang read this and exclaimed! It turned out that the second lady was not at Jinmei Villa that night! She hurt her hand bone and couldn't find Xie Lianqi. I guess she went to Xie Lianqi for medical treatment? I was afraid that I would go back and be blamed by Master Mei, so I lived in the Moon Chasing Pavilion!

With the fresh and refined appearance of the second lady, she is not a lively person. I'm afraid that she came to chase the Moon Pavilion to pick osmanthus flowers just to avoid the hustle and bustle of Jinmei Villa and come here to avoid the silence. Then, the second lady was not burned to death!