"What do you mean?" Yan Yan was stunned for a moment and looked him up and down, "Aren't you in the village now?"

"Why do you think I didn't come to the bonfire?" Bai Zhu looked at her with a smile, with a hint of endearment in his eyes.

The white candle outside the clearing she saw by the campfire suddenly appeared in Yan Yan's mind.

At that time, after taking two or three steps, someone would change next to her, and she was on the other side of the bonfire. To be honest, all she saw in the crowd was a white figure, and that person may not be Bai Zhu.

"It's me you see, but only you and Qingyu can see me." Bai Zhu saw through Yan Yan's thoughts.

"How did you do it?!" Yan Yan looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"It's just an illusion." Bai Zhu smiled and raised his hand to stroke the ends of her hair.

With Yan Jie's ghost power, this simple illusion can't defeat her.

"You are quite foresighted. You have predicted that something would happen during the dance?" Yan Yan raised his eyebrows.

Bai Zhu stopped laughing and said lightly: "I just don't want to dance."

"puff--"

When Bai Zhu looked at Yan Yan with sharp eyes, she quickly pouted and suppressed her smile.

The wooden house in Qianhuzhai is different from the mansions Yan Yan saw. There is a patio after entering from the main entrance, and the patio is surrounded by rooms.

There is a corridor in front of the main house, which runs across the entire wooden house, and there are rooms on both sides of the corridor.

The guest rooms where Yan and the three of them live are on both sides of the corridor.

Yan Yan didn't notice it when she was in the guest room. When she left the room, she thought it was night outside.

There are windows in the passenger compartment, allowing light to shine in, but the corridor is completely dark.

Except for the side rooms with windows, this kind of wooden house surrounds the patio, but unfortunately there is no gap on the patio.

As long as the lights are not lit, the entire wooden house is dark.

After leaving Qingyu's guest compartment, Yan Yan stood in the dark corridor and looked around.

"What's wrong?" Bai Zhu closed Qingyu's door.

"I don't remember where my house is." Yan Yan frowned.

It's really no wonder she didn't remember it. It was pitch black around the corridor when she left the house, and the corridors and doors on both sides were exactly the same.

She was able to find Qingyu's guest room because of Qingyu's breath, but there was no breath left in her own room.

"Go and stay in my room for one night first." Bai Zhu took her back to his room.

Yan Yan sat on the bed and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "You only want me to stay for one night?"

"There are still things to do in the underworld, how long do you want to stay here?"

Bai Zhu was serious, but Yan Yan found it boring. He turned over and lay on the bed, spreading his hands and feet, occupying the entire bed.

Yan Yan lay on the bed for a while and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"It's so bright today...isn't it a pity to use it for sleeping?"

The sunlight outside the window is getting more and more dazzling. Even if the bed is blocked by a curtain, there is still light coming in.

By the way, it’s not the time to sleep in broad daylight, right?

She was really infected by this village.

"Then don't sleep and go see what the people in the village are doing." Bai Zhu said.

Yan Yan looked at him strangely: "Aren't you going?"

"I will go to Qingyu's room later to check how his legs are doing." Bai Zhu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it possible that you are afraid?"

In the empty corridor where he couldn't see his fingers, Yan Yan fell into deep thought.

She is obviously a woman, so why is she the only one of the three who acts alone?

While thinking, Yan Yan pushed open a door.

The room was opposite the guest room where Yan Yan and others were staying. When she opened the door, she realized that there were no windows in the room.

It was as dark as the corridor.

Yan Yan has encountered too many places without windows or doors recently. When he sees this kind of house, he feels like he is in a coffin.

As soon as he entered the house, Yan Yu felt that it was colder than the bottom of the Yuan River.

After she opened the door, the heat from the corridor drifted in. Yan Yan didn't know what she was thinking, so he closed the door to keep out the heat.

Now the room was even darker.

Some people believe that she was buried in the coffin at this time.

Yan Yan was groping around in the room and reached out and came across a large piece of ice.

I felt back along the ice cube and found that the ice cube was as big as the bed.

Yan Yan was stunned on the spot.

How could there be such a big ice cube in a wooden house on such a day?

Moreover, there is no water vapor on this ice cube, and there is not even a trace of melting.

This made her wonder whether these were ice cubes.

She reached out and touched the ice cube and found nothing, but she could feel that there was something placed no more than a finger away.

Yan Yan raised one leg and knelt on the ice, feeling the cold air spreading from his knees along his bones to his whole body.

She shivered and continued to touch the ice cubes

This time I did touch something.

The ice is cold and elastic, and you can feel the bones inside when you pinch it.

——I don’t know if it’s a leg or an arm.

Yan Yan touched down and felt his fingers, and then touched up to see if it was a stump or a person.

Head, torso, legs, feet, everything is fine.

Judging from her body size, she is still a girl, probably a few years younger than Xing Zibai.

Yan Yan took back his hand and touched the girl's head again.

Ears, mouth, and nose are all missing.

Eye……

Yan Yan pulled back his hand suddenly.

The thumb twisted the remaining tactile sensation on the index and middle fingers.

She just touched something more elastic.

Yan Yan paused, then stretched out his hand again and touched the girl's eyes.

Or directly touch something elastic and spherical.

It's eyeballs.

Yan Yan pursed his lips.

The lying girl's eyes were not closed, and there was no movement at all when she touched her eyeballs.

Is this dead?

Yan Yan was puzzled because she didn't think this was a dead person just now.

I put my hand under my nose and looked around, but there was no breath.

But when she put the back of her hand on her heart, she could feel her heart still beating inside.

It was beating harder than the heart of her lawless incarnation.

She touched it for a long time, but saw no reaction from the girl, so Yan Yan opened the fire fold easily.

The weak firelight shone on the girl's face, showing her pale and stiff face, her eyes widened, and she looked at Yan Yan.

The girl's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, white and cloudy, like the eyes of a dead person.

Yan Yan looked at the "ice cube" under the girl. It was just a stone bed.

No wonder it feels cold to the touch, but it feels different from ice cubes.

Yan Yan raised his head and looked at the whole room, then narrowed his eyes and looked around carefully.

This house is actually a stone house.

Looking up, even the beams are made of stone. Her feet are on the ground, which is also paved with stones.

This made Yan Yan wonder if she lived in a wooden house.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the house, Yan Yan raised his head and planned to go to other rooms to take a look.

When she closed the door, she didn't notice that the girl on the stone bed sat up.
To be continued...