Chapter 277

The old man lived alone. The house was dilapidated and shabby, and it smelled of mildew. The kitchen and bedroom were connected together, but they were blocked by partitions, and the smell of lampblack in the kitchen could be vaguely smelled. There is only a earthen Kang, a dining table and a wooden stool in the bedroom. There is no place to sit.

Noticing Murong Ling's sight, the old man's face was embarrassed. He took out two wooden benches from some corner and wiped them with his sleeves. Then he handed them to him. "Two guests, please sit down. The house is simple, so you can give in."

Although they had already disguised themselves, the things in the palace were never inferior. The clothes on murongling and Li cangmin were all made of high-quality Shu brocade. Although the color was low-key, they were luxurious. They were totally different from the coarse Ge hemp cloth worn by ordinary people. In addition, the noble temperament and bearing of the two people who have been in high positions all the year round, even if they stand in a simple house, they don't lose any of their elegant demeanor, as if they will shine.

The old man finally understood what it meant to be "Peng Sheng Hui" among the young people studying in the village. Looking at such a brilliant person, he was embarrassed to take out the open mouthed porcelain bowl, so he put down the water again and laughed with self mockery. He thought that the other party would not drink it.

Murong Ling saw the other side's action with sharp eyes. She pulled Li cangmin to sit down on the wooden bench and said with a smile, "does the old man have water? I've been walking the mountain road for most of the day, and I'm very thirsty. "

In a daze, the old man nervously brought out the porcelain bowl that he had just put aside. "There is no tea for guests, only a bowl of boiled water. Please don't give up."

Although the porcelain bowl in his hand was old, it was washed very clean. Murong Ling was so thirsty that he even drank the water in the mud ditch. Naturally, he would not give up this bowl of clean boiled water, so he said thanks, took it and drank it all.

The warm color rose in the old man's eyes, and his vigilance was swept away. He turned to Li cangmin and said, "does this gentleman want water?"

"He doesn't want it."

"Yes."

Murong Ling was stunned. She turned her head and looked at Li cangmin. She half opened her mouth in disbelief, and her eyes blinked. She was stunned. Li cangmin raised the corner of his lips and nodded her head until she frowned discontentedly. Then he said to the old man, "please, I'm thirsty."

The old man immediately raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes and laughed. He picked up the broken bowl and poured water again.

Murong Ling approached Li cangmin's ear and said in a low voice, "you obviously don't like it. Why force yourself."

Murong Ling, the eldest son of Da Zhou, was not tired. Although he was stupid and ignorant in his childhood, at most he was despised by others, but he had never suffered from dirty. No matter in the palace or in the building of a mansion, his clothing, food, housing and transportation must be the best. He must have never seen such a simple and dirty house.

As soon as she entered the door, Murong Ling found the subtle abnormality on his face. Her eyes swept the dirty corner of the room from time to time, and immediately understood what he was thinking. I just didn't expect that he would eat other people's food.

Li cangmin took a bite in her ear and looked at her triumphantly, "if you can drink it, why can't I drink it?"

Murong Ling covers her ears and is speechless. She finds that no matter how mature and rational a man is, sometimes he is just like a child. He is childish, inexplicably stubborn and unreasonable.

At this time, the old man handed over the boiled water, Li cangmin took the eyelashes without blinking, and drank them all. The porcelain bowl was on the table, "thank you, old man."

After they showed their friendly acceptance, the old man's attitude became more cordial. He took a stool and sat down opposite them. He took the initiative to say to them, "Why are you still walking outside so late? Recently, it's not peaceful outside. It's better to drive in the daytime and find a safe place to hide at night. Don't come out again. "

Murong Ling was surprised and asked, "what happened to your village? It seems that no one lives in such a dilapidated state. "

"All are dead. All the people who can walk have gone, and we are the only ones who can't, just waiting for death. " The old man's eyes reappeared the color of fear at first sight, his body trembled slightly, his face was pale, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"What do you mean, how can people die? Is there an epidemic in the village?"

"It's not that this area is cursed. The dead can't live in peace and ask for their lives from strangers." The old man's muddy eyes looked at them, and his voice, which was low and deep, became erratic and strange. "Have you ever seen a hundred ghosts walk at night? No, it should be a hundred corpses walking at night. Every night, the dead people who are buried come out of the ground and rush into the village to kill the living people. All those with strong Yang have been killed and become new zombies. Now in the surrounding villages, the rest are old and weak women and children. When there are no young people, I'm afraid it's our turn. "

Murong Ling and Li cangmin looked at each other, both of them were surprised in each other's eyes. She quickly asked, "when did this start?""Two months ago."

Two months ago, during the period of destroying the immortal League, the ghost who went to Jiang yunyin disappeared. Did she flee here? Thinking about it, Li cangmin held her hand tightly, looked out with a dignified look, and said in a soft voice, "here we are."

Murong Ling felt something in her heart. Her scalp felt numb, but she still stretched out her divine consciousness. She was disgusted by the scene outside.

The dark clouds completely engulfed the moon and stars. It was dark outside. The heavy shadows of the trees rustled with the evening wind, and the twisted and disordered branches stretched out, gloomy and terrifying.

In the forest, slowly out of a group of stiff walking bodies, their bodies have been rotten, body long gangrene, constantly scurrying. The corpses were all covered with wet soil, and their faces were white and ferocious, even their faces were blurred. They didn't open their eyes at all. They walked to the place with the most masculine energy by instinct. Soon they entered the village. Their rigid body hit the wooden bar and suddenly there was a clanging sound in the silent night. With the heavy step by step, they were shocked and weird.

At this time, a timid woman screamed, short and sharp, but she was covered and stopped suddenly. But the heavy footsteps did not stop. Instead, they became clearer. Murong Ling noticed that they were coming here.

Did you find the air of a monk?

Murong Ling quickly regained her divine consciousness, exhaled a foul breath, and her face was slightly pale. She quickly looked at the people around her, "Cang min, they are coming."