The door of the wooden house was open, and the afternoon sun shone on the dust on the ground.
"Xiaolan, is that the coffin you mentioned?" Qin Yin stood by the window, building an awning with his hands, and looked into the wooden house.
The coffin was still placed in that position, and it seemed that nothing had changed.
Apart from……
"The coffin lid is closed." Xiaolan muttered.
"What?"
"The coffin lid," Xiaolan pointed, "used to be open, and inside was the body of Huolian's husband."
"She closed it herself, otherwise it would become ashes if she left it for so long." Qin Yin said disapprovingly.
Baomu stood aside with his arms folded, sniffing vigorously.
"Do you smell anything? Is the fire lotus here?" the fool asked.
"I smell something... strange," Baomu said, walking towards the wooden house, "It's a bit strange..."
The fool followed.
Xiaolan stood at the door, staring at the coffin with suspicion.
Baomu came to the window and put his nose close to the broken glass on the window frame.
Sniff sniff...
"What does it smell like?" Qin Yin asked.
"A very, very subtle smell..." Baomu frowned and stood up, his eyes determined, "It's the smell of the Taoist Master."
"Taoist Priest?"
Hearing Taoist Priest's name, Xiaolan's attention was also attracted, "What's wrong with Taoist Priest?"
"Baomu said there is the smell of Taoist priest here." Qin Yin reported loudly.
"It's right here, there's a little smell," Baomu pointed to a piece of glass at the lower edge of the window frame, "It's really just a little bit, and you won't be able to smell it if you are farther away."
"So the Taoist priest has been here?" The fool bent down and observed the piece of glass.
"If that's the case, then the Taoist priest shouldn't have just left his scent here," Baomu said. "With the Taoist priest's character, it's certainly impossible for him to just touch the window frame and leave."
The fool nodded thoughtfully, then quickly leaned his upper body into the window frame, took a look, and quickly retracted.
"There's no one inside, it's safe."
"Really?..." Baomu was very suspicious, but had nothing else to say.
"Don't worry, maybe...Xiaolan! What are you doing?!"
When several people were discussing around the window frame, no one noticed that Xiaolan had already taken steps to go in.
Xiaolan was interrupted by Qin Yin's shout. She turned her head and blinked, "I'll go in and take a look."
"No, you can't be the first one in, in case there is danger," Qin Yin pulled Xiaolan away, "I'll go in first, and you follow me."
"Sister Xiaoyin..."
Qin Yin insisted on taking the lead. She walked into the main entrance of the wooden house with a limp but majestic attitude, leaning on her simple crutches.
The air in the wooden house was slightly cool, and there was an indescribable smell floating in it.
The fishy smell...the smell of blood?
"Xiaoyin, what's wrong with your leg?" A familiar voice came from my ear.
Qin Yin turned around and looked.
What caught his eye were two bloody men covered in red.
"Ah!" Qin Yin screamed, unsteady on his feet, and fell into ashes on the thick dust.
"Sister Xiaoyin! What's wrong?!..." Xiaolan hurriedly followed in, squatting down to help Qin Yin, who was cursing.
"Alas," the bloody man let out a long sigh, "in order to avoid scaring you, we didn't dare to stand at the door. Unexpectedly, you were still scared..."
The moment he heard the voice, Xiaolan quickly blocked Qin Yin behind him and made an attack movement towards the two of them.
But the next second, she recognized the bloody man's voice.
Two groups of red humans stood beside the coffin, grinning at them.
"ah!"
"Oh my god! This..."
"Taoist Priest!"
Baomu, who rushed in last, recognized the two of them immediately.
Baomu ran forward two steps excitedly, and when he was about to reach the two of them, he stopped.
Suddenly I felt a little disgusted.
He covered his nose with a painful expression, "Taoist Priest, the smell of blood on your bodies is too strong!"
The fool didn't care about the smell. He hugged Wen Ling and silently ran to the Taoist priest, his pupils twinkling.
"Little fool..."
The fool pursed his lips, looked around, and placed Wen Ling on the coffin lid.
"Ask Ling her..."
Before the Taoist Priest could ask the question, the fool straightened up and hugged the Taoist Priest.
"Taoist Master!..." Xiaolan also cried and rushed towards him.
"Okay, okay..." The Taoist priest smiled and patted the two of them, "I'm fine, it's great that you are fine too..."
It's not completely okay.
Baomu ran over holding his nose, gave them a symbolic hug, and then ran away quickly.
Luo Jiutian stood aside with his hands on his hips, "Isn't anyone coming to hug me?"
"Hurry up and help me up, I'll hug you," Qin Yin grabbed her crutches and struggled on the ground, "It's really... bah bah... I took a bite of ashes... bah bah..."
Mr. Shen came over to help Qin Yin, and when he saw the red Luo Jiutian coming over, Mr. Shen was so frightened that he quickly returned to his original position, clinging to the wall, looking at them in confusion and horror.
"What did you do?" Luo Jiutian looked at Qin Yin's crutches and the bandage on his leg, "Did you hurt your leg? Why were you so careless?"
"My God, it's really funny to hear you, a man covered in blood, say that I was careless," Qin Yin said, "Tell me, what's going on with you two? You don't look injured at all."
"We... it's a long story," the Taoist priest said while comforting the fool and Xiaolan who were still in a state of excitement. "Let me talk to you first. What's wrong with Wenling? What's wrong with your legs, Xiaoyin?
What's going on? There's also that guy..."
Seeing the bloody man's eyes focused on him, Mr. Shen panicked. He held his breath and even considered pretending to be dead.
"He is...his name is Mr. Shen," Baomu introduced, "He has helped us a lot. He is...uh, that..."
"The deceased," the Taoist priest said.
Baomu glanced at Mr. Shen secretly and said nothing, only nodded quietly.
Taoist priest and Shen Fu looked at each other.
In fact, Mr. Shen really wanted to avoid his eyes, but then he thought, he was already dead, so there was nothing to be afraid of, so he forced himself to meet the Taoist Priest's eyes.
"Are you that... Baomu's companion?"
"Yes," the Taoist priest smiled politely, "Thank you for taking care of them."
"No, no, they are all taking care of me." Seeing that the Taoist priest's attitude was quite kind, Mr. Shen relaxed a little, "You are not injured, are you?"
"We're okay."
"That's fine..."
Mr. Shen no longer clung to the wall.
Although he was covered in blood, his eyes were not dangerous and he probably wouldn't hurt himself.
"Well..." the Taoist priest said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, you should stay away from the two of us, because the blood on our bodies may hurt you."
Mr. Shen immediately pressed himself back against the wall.