Otherworldly Merchant

I was greatly shocked by the cold, frosty attitude regarding the allocation of rooms.

She said very calmly, "It's okay, since we don't have any extra room, the four of us are squeezed together! I'm not that kind of flower in a greenhouse, I've never suffered a bit. Besides... I don't think you can take advantage of me. ”

Speaking of which, she seemed to glance at the man with the sunglasses next to her.

The man with the sunglasses trench coat scared the little carpenter instinctively to step back.

That's how the room was finalized, and the old lady heard that her attitude toward the cold had suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees. Her eyes were also despicable and she seemed to think that she was not a good girl and that her style was also problematic.

Cold as a frost had no intention of ignoring it, naturally ignoring her.

The old payment for furniture is ready and neatly stacked in the yard. Probably a professional instinct, and the first thing a little carpenter does is check around the wood.

"What do you say? ”

“It's all good material and definitely makes good furniture.” The little carpenter replied.

Old Pay nodded satisfied with the location: "That's good, that's good! ”

At dinner I met Paid's silly son, he actually looked quite standard, but the whole person was demented, drooling, and when I saw people, I just laughed silly. At first glance, it was lack of intelligence.

The old lady prepared the meal for us alone and moved a small table for us to eat. I look at the green and oily vegetables on the plate, and I look at the fat chickens on their own table. I'm a little upset at the moment. So different treatment, do you want to play with the furniture?

He patted me on the shoulder with cold comfort: "Man had to bow his head under the roof! Zhang Dazhang, bear with me! ”

There's no better way than to put up with it right now! I hummed and ate with a big mouthful of rice bowls.

The little carpenter looked at the old Pai son with envy and jealousy. He said, "Do you think there's any reason why such a man could marry his wife, but I'm still single? ”

"You have a fiancée too, don't you? You forgot, we came to Xicun this time to help you marry your wife. ”

The little carpenter said angrily, "What wife? It's a ghost. If it wasn't for her, my master wouldn't have died! I have a vengeance with her! ”

Speaking of which, suddenly a shady wind rolled up outside the window and scared the little carpenter to drop the bowl and drill directly under the table.

It wasn't just me and Cold Frost, even the glasses on Poker Face for 10,000 years overflowed with a smile.

We've been running all day, and we're all tired. After dinner we were ready to go to bed, there was only one bed in the house, and the men naturally had to let the cold sleep, although I was not so eager.

I play floor to floor with little carpenters and sunglasses men. The ground is damp and wet and the quilts stick to your body, making you very uncomfortable. But I was probably exhausted, and after a while, I fell asleep tired.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a crisp bell.

I sat up and found the man with the sunglasses and the cold frost awake, while the little carpenter who was lying next to me disappeared. I looked up and saw that the little carpenter had opened the door. He was standing tall and very stiff, with his heels hanging high on his feet.

No, he's under the control of a ghost!

I hurriedly climbed up from the ground and flew to the carpenter and pressed him against his shoulder. The little carpenter turned his head sharply and stared at me as if I had ruined his good deeds. But soon, after he saw me, his eyes gradually grew tender and his mouth even floated with a slight smile.

This weird smile in the middle of the night made me look straight in the hair.

At that time, the old couple heard the bell and drove out in their clothes.

"" What are you doing? "cried Pai. Where are you going?"

I just put all my mind on the little carpenter, and I haven't noticed anything else. At this moment, with a glimpse of the moonlight, only a thin, long hemp rope was attached to the wooden door of our house, and the other end of the rope was tied in front of the old paid window with a bell with a big fist on it.

As soon as we open the door and pull the rope, the bell will make a sound.

This is clearly an old-fashioned design agency that prevents us from going out.

What the hell is he hiding? Why are you afraid we're going out?

Looking at Old Pay's nervous face, I laughed easily: "Nothing, the little carpenter is sleepwalking. ”

“What?” Old Pay stunned, carefully weighed the little carpenter around me, only to see his eyes stunned, he actually looked a little like his own son, which is why he believed: “So that's it, then let him rest! ”

Seems afraid of how much we think, Old Pay explains: “This rope means nothing. It's too remote. I'm afraid you'll go out in the middle of the night and get lost. There are wild boars and dog bears in the nearby mountains, which are very dangerous and not a joke. ”

I didn't say much, but thanked him.

We closed the door and muttered to his wife and left.

I pressed the little carpenter against the bed and drove the ghost away with a spirit charm, and the little carpenter fell asleep again. Cold as a frost lowered his voice and said: "This village is a bit odd, as if it's more than just a pussy! ”

And I said, “The sooner we hide and expose a lot of things in the world, the sooner we can just watch them change and see what pills they sell in their gourds. From now on, the three of us will take turns watching the night. Don't fall into the hands of these people. ”

Cold nodded his head like a frost: "Okay, that's it! ”

“I've had enough sleep. I'll watch the night, you two rest, and I'll call you when I can't hold on.” After I said this, I went back to bed in favor of it.

I was sleepless and listened to the movement outside.

After a long time, a few women's screams suddenly appeared outside, although far apart, the village night was very quiet and I could still hear it clearly.

“Let go of me... let go of me! Help! Help! Help...” The voice was helpless and desperate and seemed helpless.

I listened to my ears and found the sound completely disappeared.

Am I hallucinating?

Afterwards, I concentrated on waiting for that voice until dawn. I was relieved and comforted myself that I was probably overnervous and hallucinating.

The next morning, it was cold and frosty, and he said, "Is everything okay? ”

I thought about it, not telling her the screams I heard last night: "What can I do with you? ”

Cold as a frost cut off, ignored me.