Phew...
The cold night wind came quietly.
The city was filled with flickering flames, and under the cover of the strange fog, it looked even more bizarre.
The people in the city shuddered at this moment, and an inexplicable fear rose in their hearts.
The soldiers guarding the torches on the street felt it the most clearly. Cold sweat silently oozed out of their pores, and their hands holding the hilts of their swords were already wet.
As soon as the cold wind blew, the wind multiplied, and the flames fluttered as if they were trembling in fear.
The cold Yin Qi penetrated through his heart and spleen, causing his cold sweat to be blown away. His face turned purple from the cold, and his entire body trembled.
"Could there really be ghosts?"
A slightly younger soldier could not help but turn to look at the veteran five meters away.
However, when he turned around, he was shocked.
The torches that the two of them were guarding were less than five meters apart. They could see clearly just now, but now there was a faint fog spreading, making it a little blurry.
Under the torch ten meters away, only the figure could be seen, and the face could not be seen clearly.
Further away, he could only see orange flames flashing.
"Don't scare yourself!"
The veteran gulped and scolded in a low voice.
However, he also realized that something was wrong, so he added as if he was emboldened.
"I haven't seen such a thick fog in years. Fortunately, the wind is strong tonight, so it should be blown away soon.”
The young soldier nodded, his lips trembling.
"Yes, it's just…"
The two of them spoke with certainty, but there was no confidence in their voices.
Fear was an instinct.
But now, fear was brewing, just like the strange fog that was blown by the night wind. It did not dissipate, but instead became thicker and thicker.
The same situation happened in every corner of Luo Water City.
Compared to the soldiers who were stationed every five steps, the ordinary people were even more at a loss.
……
In a small courtyard in the western part of the city.
Pa, pa, pa!
The yellowed paper window kept shaking, and the door that had been ravaged by time for many years rattled. The cold wind entered the room through the cracks, making a ghostly wail in the dilapidated and empty house.
The oil lamp placed in the corner to avoid the wind continued to shake. The dim yellow light emitted by the flame flickered, casting a shadow on the poor furnishings in the room. It hit the wall like a terrifying monster baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. It was terrifying.
Scholar Wang hid in the thin quilt full of patches, shivering.
"Confucius said, a gentleman is magnanimous, while a villain is always sad.”
"Confucius said, the heavens are vigorous, and a gentleman should strive to improve himself.”
"Confucius, Confucius, Confucius…"
His trembling voice was intermittent. There was no sense of righteousness in the words of the Saint. Instead, it made him recite it weakly.
In the end, he even forgot the words of the Sage that he had memorized for more than ten years.
Hu!
The wind was even stronger!
Pa!
When he entered the room, he actually blew something to the ground with a loud sound.
The flame trembled and stopped trembling, but the light that lit up was extremely dim.
Scholar Wang's body, which was hiding under the blanket, suddenly trembled. His tightly shut eyelids no longer trembled.
He suddenly lifted the quilt and jumped up from the bed in an extremely strange way.
"Confucius said that the way of heaven is to reduce surplus and supplement deficiency.”
A dry and emotionless voice came out of his mouth.
He didn't seem to move, but his skinny legs made a cracking sound and he jumped off the bed.
"Confucius said, the past is like this, and I have attained bliss.”
Puchi!
His tightly shut eyelids suddenly burst open, and his bloody eye sockets cracked. His bones shattered, and dense flesh sprouts grew out of his upper and lower eyelids. Sharp fangs of uneven levels popped out of the bloody holes.
Kaka!
His eyes blinked twice, but they had already turned into two terrifying mouths. Sticky liquid dripped from his white teeth, mixed with blood, and turned into two streams of bloody tears that fell from his pale and thin cheeks.
"Confucius said, Mysterious Yin True Mother…"
The corners of his mouth curled up into a creepy smile.
He opened the door as usual and walked to the wall of the courtyard.
Other than the sound of the wind, there was no other sound.
Kakaka!
Scholar Wang's legs made a sound like beans being fried, and the bones in his lower body were shattered. His body bent down, and then he suddenly jumped up. His entire body flew into the air, and his soft legs suddenly tightened when he landed on the ground. He actually landed on the ground silently.
His legs, which were already broken, moved gently. His body did not move up or down, and he went straight to the neighbor's room.
He stood at the door with a seemingly warm but scary smile on his face. He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
Knock, knock, knock.
His voice was neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy, and he was very polite.
A woman's exclamation suddenly came from the room, followed by a trembling male voice.
"Who, who is it!"
"I'm Wang Zhongyuan. Please forgive me for disturbing you late at night.”
In the room, the husband and wife heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. Immediately after, the man's anger surged and he said angrily,
"Are you a pauper with hysteria? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Get lost. Do you think I didn't beat you hard enough last time?？”
Just as the man started cursing, his wife suddenly grabbed her husband's hand.
The husband looked sideways and saw a pale face under the light.
He was shocked.
How did this pauper come in? Moreover, it was curfew today. Whoever went out would have their head chopped off on the spot. How could this coward have the guts? Did he not want to live?
At this moment, the wooden bolt of the door suddenly fell off, and the door was opened for some reason!
At the same time, Scholar Wang's polite voice sounded again.
"The night is cold and the dew is heavy, the family is poor…"
Scholar Wang's voice was getting closer and closer, and his figure gradually became clearer.
"I'm starving. Lend me some meat to eat."
Under the illumination of the light, Scholar Wang, who was standing in front of the bed, slowly raised his head. The two terrifying bloody holes in his eyes and his red mouth opened at the same time. His teeth, which were filled with mucus, glinted coldly under the light of the fire. It was extremely terrifying!
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