Chapter 4221

The cold wind whistled like a howling ghost. At the beginning, Zhuang Minghao's tragic death was rumored by people in the priest's mansion, but now it was still in the first seven days, and it was midnight again. Seeing this kind of scene, everyone just felt horrified. panic.

The nurse stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, holding a white lantern in her hand.

Zhuang Xiaoyu muttered, as if crying, the ashes of the paper was baked by the fire and flew straight into the sky, the wind blew over, and the smell of incense was everywhere.

The guard bravely stood behind the nanny, not daring to go too far, let alone get too close.

Fortunately, the paper money burned quickly, and it didn't take long before Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, returned to the carriage with the wet nurse, and left Zhuangzi.

The guard breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that it was almost time for the rooster to crow, his heartstrings also calmed down a little, and escorted Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the priest's mansion.

Unexpectedly, I was only halfway there when I saw two groups of flames flickering not far away.

The guard couldn't hold back his nervousness anymore, "What is that, could it be a will-o'-the-wisp?"

The horse neighed, and the guards also became frightened. Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain, poked his head out to look into the distance, and said softly, "That's just a lantern."

"Shouldn't the lantern be like us?"

"The flames inside the glass lanterns flicker like this." Zhuang Xiaoyu leaned his head against the wall of the car, without any fear: "Even if it's a ghost fire, what's so scary, the young master hasn't passed his first seven years, and he was still alive during his lifetime." Defend me, and nothing will happen to you."

It's okay not to say this, but once I say it, I just feel gloomy and more terrifying.

But after hearing Zhuang Xiaoyu's words, the guards became more courageous and speeded up one by one.

But the people over there seemed to have also seen the light of the lanterns here, and they drove faster and faster. Before Zhuang Xiaoyu's carriage reached the fork, he was stopped by someone: "Who is walking around here in the middle of the night?"

The guard pulled out the big knife hanging from his waist: "The priest's wife, just went to Zhuangzi to pay homage to relatives, who are you waiting for?"

It was pitch black, with only a few shadows swaying in front, and the guards couldn't see the people in front of them clearly.

Hearing that it was the priest's wife, the people in front looked at each other, not knowing how to answer. In the end, he could only cup his fists and say, "Hello, madam."

The carriages of the group of guards moved swiftly and quickly, and soon arrived in front of them. Maybe it was telepathy, or maybe it was the sixth sense in the subconscious. Where will I take you?"

The two carriages that should not have met met at the same fork in the road. Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped off the carriage regardless of the nanny's stop.

Standing in front of the carriage, the wound on her ankle began to ache again.

When Qin Wuyan heard the news from the guards, he panicked for a moment. He galloped over on his horse, got off the horse, looked Zhuang Xiaoyu up and down, and asked, "Xiaoyu, why did you come out to worship so late?"

The man held her hand, the palm was rough and warm, with thin calluses on the pads of the fingers, but the back of the hand was cold.

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head slightly, the light of the lantern was a little dim, she couldn't see the emotion in Qin Wuyan's eyes clearly, she didn't answer Qin Wuyan's words, she looked sideways at the approaching carriage, and asked, "Who is inside?"

A flash of panic flashed in Qin Wuyan's eyes, "Xiao Yu..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled her fingers out of Qin Wuyan's palm bit by bit, and limped towards the carriage.

Qin Wuyan clenched his fists tightly, feeling that he might not be able to clean himself up even if he jumped into the Yellow River this time...