Chapter 415

The whole world seemed to be silent. Gu Bai raised his head and saw that the sky was darkening rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, from day to dusk.

"Xiaoqing." Gu Bai tried to shout.

There was no response.

He had to turn back to the room and look at it carefully.

The decorations are ordinary things. There are ink, paper and inkstones on the desk, and the bookcase is full of enlightening books, which are very suitable for his age.

If there is anything unusual, it seems that there are no children's playthings in this room.

Gu Bai went to the table and searched from top to bottom. Then he found a stack of light paper in the dark corner of the table. The ink on it had solidified. It should have been writing for some time.

If you look at the handwriting again, it's childish, but it's neat. It's the hand of a well-educated young man.

Gu Bai flipped a few pages at will, and saw the signature Xie Xinghe in the lower right corner.

He wrote it?

"On the fifth day of may in the last year, it rained continuously. I have been locked in my room for three days. I miss my master so much. Why..."

Gu Baizheng was about to take a closer look when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" He went to the door and asked warily.

"Young master Xinghe, it's a slave," Xiaoqing's voice came through a door. "Slave has come to bring you food."

She said, reaching for the door.

The door creaked, and Xiaoqing's shadow fell to the ground from the gap. It was thin and long, showing a strange feeling. Instead of opening all the doors, she held out a pale hand through the crack.

With a food box in hand, Xiaoqing's light voice rang out: "young master Xinghe, eat quickly."

Gu Bai took the food box, and the pale hand quickly drew back. He leaned over to see that there was nothing outside the door.

Gu Bai gently picked the top of his eyebrows, put the food box on the table with great effort, and then took out all the contents.

There are not many dishes, a plate of spicy fried chicken feet, a plate of vegetable cabbage, a small bowl of rice and a bowl of soup.

"This is the young master's food?" Gu Bai holding chopsticks, some headache, "it's too shabby."

He side stomach Fei side clip a chopsticks of vegetables, also did not care whether this dish will be toxic problem.

Since Yuanyuan said it, he was sent here on holiday. Although the scene is a little strange, it should not be life-threatening Right?

Gu Bai's chopsticks are slightly stagnant.

It doesn't look like a chicken's claw to me.

Because the chicken feet have been fried, the skin is wrinkled together, and they are pickled with soy sauce, and the color is dark brown. If you don't look carefully, maybe ordinary people will not find anything strange even if they eat like this.

It's just that Gu Bai is not an ordinary person.

No matter how high temperature shrinks the chicken feet, they should not look like this.

Gu Bai picked up the chopsticks and held the piece. With all his strength, the hidden things came out.

Thin and long knuckles, is bright, as if peach petals like a touch of red.

It seems that you can hear women's weeping.

Gu Bai looked at it for a long time and threw the chopsticks and the dish into the food box without expression: "I don't know what the ancient women used to dye their nails. The quality is very good..."

After all, he wandered in the underworld for a long time. Although such a scene was disgusting, it didn't produce any creepy emotion.

Just more and more curious about his "holiday".