The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 21

Gently tugging at the sleeves, Ning Xingruan said with an unnatural expression: "Is there any problem?"

Qingxuan looked at him for a moment, and it took a long time for his eyes to fall on his face. His calm expression couldn't suppress the scorching heat in the depths of his eyes, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "No problem, very good."

The young man was fair-skinned, and the red and gold-embroidered clothes on him did not look vulgar, making his already delicate face even more eye-catching.He is slender and tall, and the black belt outlines the slender waist, which adds a bit of tenderness that makes people feel sorry for him.

"Come and take a look." Qingxuan led him, walked to a rectangular object covered by a thick black cloth in the corner of the room, and stretched out his hand to remove the black cloth.

Ning Xingruan endured the discomfort of being grabbed by his wrist, and his eyes fell on the covered things as the black cloth was lifted.

It is a bronze mirror with complex and gorgeous decorations on the edge of the mirror, and the mirror surface is smooth and clean. It can be seen that this mirror has been carefully preserved, but the traces of time cannot be erased.

His figure was reflected in the mirror, and Ning Xingruan was surprised by himself in the mirror for a while, just changed clothes, he looked at himself in red clothes, but he felt a very strange feeling, maybe because of the pattern on his body , he always felt that the self in the mirror was a little more... very mysterious.

Pulling his clothes, he moved twice, and the shadow in the mirror moved accordingly, and the inexplicable feeling of nothingness disappeared.

"You don't need to change your clothes, so put them here first. Tomorrow, after you bathe here and burn incense, you will wear this clothes to guard the temple on the mountain." Qingxuan said, with unconcealable admiration in his tone.

When Ning Xingruan heard him mentioning the matter of going to the mountain to guard the temple tomorrow, his heart sank, and that sense of helpless fear resurfaced in his heart.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​smashing the jar, wanting to tell everything he knew, wanting to question him loudly, what the hell was he doing.

He even happily thought, if Qingxuan didn't know the content of his conversation with Ning Zewen, and was told that he knew that he had been acting, what expression would he have on his face, surprise or embarrassment?

Or just tear his face open to reveal his true face?

Reason stopped him, however.

There was a moment of silence in the room, Qingxuan suddenly chuckled, and said slowly: "Change your clothes first, go back. You were frightened today, go back and rest, starting tomorrow, there will be many things..."

After speaking, he turned and went out, closing the door behind him.

Ning Xingruan stared blankly at the mirror, his mind was empty, suddenly he seemed to see slight ripples in the mirror like a reflection in water, and his figure also swayed.

He took a step back in fright, grabbed the clothes on his heart, blinked and looked carefully again, under the dim light, the bronze mirror was only a little blurred.

Changing his clothes in a hurry, he didn't dare to stay any longer, so he pushed open the door and went out.

Qingxuan was sitting at the tea table, playing with a celadon teacup in his hand, seeing Ning Xingruan coming out, he got up: "I'll take you back."

"...Okay." Ning Xingruan unconsciously grasped the hem of his clothes with his fingers, and bowed his head in response.

The village was still very quiet, there was no one on the road, all the gates of the courtyards were closed, and there was no sound.Now Ning Xingruan feels that everything here is weird, walking on the road, listening to the footsteps of the two on the bluestone slab, he has a creepy feeling.

Taking a deep breath quietly, he pulled himself together and tried to find out something from Qingxuan. He brought up the two black fogs again, and asked Qingxuan: "Where did these black fogs come from, and when will they appear? Is it only in the morning?"

Qingxuan glanced at him, and explained with a smile: "The black mist is condensed from Yin Qi, which is generally felt but invisible. It can condense such a thick mist, which means that there must be evil places around here. As for when it will appear?" , then there is no definite number.”

As he spoke, he shook his head slightly: "You can easily provoke these things, so you'd better be careful."

Ning Xingruan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and plucked up the courage to test again: "Master Dao, I...will I be sick like last time? If the illness is serious, it will delay tomorrow's ceremony..."

"The last time you got sick was because Yin Qi entered your body. I have already given you a dose of medicine, so you won't get sick again in a short time." Qingxuan interrupted him.

"Oh, that's it...thank you, Daoist Priest." Ning Xingruan wanted to express gratitude, but the corners of his mouth were stiff, and he couldn't even smile.

At the gate of the old courtyard, after he thanked Qingxuan, seeing Qingxuan's leaving figure disappear, he opened the door and walked into the room to get some things, then sat quietly on the stone bench.

About 10 minutes later, he was out the door.

All the way along the wall, Ning Xingruan kept wandering around in the village, sometimes stopping at the corner of the street, or getting into a small alley, leaning against the wall and carefully looking around, or standing motionless, Like waiting for someone.

After walking around for nearly an hour, almost the whole village, he got into a small collapsed yard closest to the back mountain in the village.

Sitting on the mound in the corner of the wall and waiting quietly, he carefully held his breath and kept paying attention to the movement outside. It was not until an hour later that his phone vibrated slightly that he slowly turned over the half wall on the other side of the yard. Walk along the path towards the back of the mountain.

When he got to the river, he went down from the bridge and walked straight along the stream not far from the river bank. He remembered that the river went eastward for more than three miles and climbed over a very short small mound to another village.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Ning Xingruan saw that there was no fog around him, so he felt relieved, and his steps became much lighter.

but half an hour passed

One hour.

Two hours.

Ning Xingruan's shoes and trousers were covered with mud, and his legs were so heavy that he could hardly lift them up. He was panting heavily, his lungs were tingling, and there was still an endless road in front of him.

The mobile phone has lost signal for a long time, and the battery is less than ten percent.

Hungry and tired, his eyes turned black, and his body uncontrollably fell towards the sloping mound on the river bank.The moment he fell on the mound, the cool breath pierced his skin through his clothes. Ning Xingruan struggled to get up, and suddenly there was a miserable howl from all around, which made him fall to the ground again, and a few drops fell from his nose. Blood.

While dizzy, the screams gradually faded away, his hearing gradually recovered, and there were footsteps not far away.

Looking up, he was sitting in front of the stone bridge from the entrance of the village to the back mountain. On the quiet and uninhabited road, a figure in black long clothes was walking slowly.

Ning Xingruan's eyes were a little blurry, but the guessing in his heart made him rub his eyes trying to see the figure clearly.

The man approached and squatted down, stretched out his hands to support his arms to help him up, Ning Xingruan was weak all over, his feet went limp and fell into his arms, the mud on his body rubbed against him, he didn't feel disgusted at all, He only gently hugged Ning Xingruan's waist, helping him to stand still and making him lean more comfortably.

Smelling the familiar sandalwood, Ning Xingruan couldn't help it anymore, and carefully grabbed the corner of his clothes, tears slipped down uncontrollably, and wet the black cloth in front of his eyes.