no soul

Chapter 117

Back at Nanny Liu's house, he turned on the light to look at Wan Guchuan's wound, Lin Hong almost lost his breath.

The thread sewn on the wound has been stretched so much that the skin and flesh fell off a few stitches, the blood-stained thread was loose and soaked in blood, the blood stained Wan Guchuan's half body, the clothes were soaked, and the cuffs were wet, Lin Hong The blood I felt before was dripping from the cuff.

Now that the clothes were pulled open, new blood gushed out again, flowing over the chest to the waist.

Lin Hong's face was paler than Wan Guchuan's.

"It's okay." Wan Guchuan comforted Lin Hong, "I have suffered more serious injuries, and I won't die."

But these words obviously did not comfort Lin Hong...

Instead of bothering Nanny Liu who was sleeping, they decided to do it themselves.

Lin Hong cleaned the wound for him. In order to wash off the blood this time, both basins of clean water were dyed red, which was shocking.

Wan Guchuan wanted to sew needles by himself, so he burned the needles on the candle.Lin Hong turned his back, he didn't dare to look at it at all.

"Can you do it yourself?" Lin Hong asked.

"Yes." Wan Guchuan's voice was calm.

Lin Hong turned his back to Wan Guchuan, bit his lip, and watched the figure reflected on the ground by the candlelight raise the needle inside to straighten the cotton thread, then dropped the needle and pulled the thread again.Lin Hong's eyelashes trembled, and the pain was unbearable just thinking about it, but the people behind him really didn't say a word.

"Okay." Wan Guchuan's voice was as usual, "Lin Hong, cut the thread for me."

He couldn't lift his other arm, so Lin Hong could only cut it.

Lin Hong turned his head, his eyes were red, "Okay..."

Seeing that Wan Guchuan's finger holding the needle was covered with blood, Lin Hong trembled a little while holding the scissors. He felt that it would take all his strength to cut the thread.

Liu Nanny washed Wan Guchuan's clothes before, and now they are dry, and she has also sewn up the parts that were cut by the knife.Wan Guchuan put on his own clothes.

Lin Hong sat down beside Wan Guchuan dejectedly.

He wanted to divert his attention, and began to think, where did he hear that flute sound, and what tune was it?Who is the piper?Is it the song or the piper that the dead fear?And why are you afraid?And the Piper seems to be protecting them from the undead?why?

Wan Guchuan got dressed, straightened his collar, and looked at Lin Hong.

Lin Hongruo felt something, and turned his head to look at him.

Looking at each other.

The night outside the window was dark.

The wind in mid-spring blows through the woods, making a "rustling" sound, very lightly...

The warm yellow candlelight in the room is flickering slightly...the shadows of the two are also flickering...

Lin Hong's heart was itchy, and his face was a little hot...

He heard Wan Guchuan laugh, and the deep voice tickled his heart even more... His mind is now full of that kiss just now...

In the candlelight, Wan Guchuan's handsome face was a little pale from blood loss, but it was very gentle.

He raised his hand, his knuckles gently lifted the broken hair on the side of Lin Hong's face, and put his hand on the side of his face.

Lin Hong felt that hand was very warm, and he raised his eyes to look at Wan Guchuan.

The candle flickered slightly.

Wan Guchuan felt the candlelight flickering delicately in Lin Hong's eyes.

His thumb lightly stroked the lying silkworm under Lin Hong's eyes.

Lin Hong blinked his eyes from being rubbed.

"Tired?" Wan Guchuan's voice was very low.

Lin Hong's mind was already in a mess, he thought, what would happen if he said he wasn't tired...

"Take a rest quickly if you're tired or not," Wan Guchuan said.

Lin Hong: "..."

"The night is still dark." Wan Guchuan withdrew his hand.

Lin Hong lay on the bed, staring at the moonlight on the beam...

How the hell can she sleep!

All attention was on the person beside him, and when Wan Guchuan moved, Lin Hong's nerves tensed up.

I have been sleeping on the same bed and covered with a quilt before, but I have never been so nervous...

"How do you sleep with your eyes open?"

Wan Guchuan's deep voice rang in his ears, and numbness rushed to the top of his head... Lin Hong, if a cat has already exploded, help me...

He pretended to be calm and looked sideways.

Wan Guchuan was lying facing him, looking at him in the moonlight.

"..." Lin Hong stretched out his hand from under the quilt to cover his eyes, with the palm of his hand covering his browbones, eyelashes and the bridge of his nose, "Then close your eyes and go to sleep quickly."

Wan Guchuan was silent for a while, raised his hand to hold his hand covering his eyes, pulled it down, and placed it on his lips for a soft kiss.

"........." Lin Hong: Help! !

The next morning, Lin Hong ate breakfast with dark circles under his eyes.

"Did the official not sleep last night?" Nanny Liu cooked another bowl of wild vegetable soup and put it in front of Lin Hong.

Lin Hong's expression suddenly became even uglier.

"Did you sleep uncomfortably?" Nanny Liu wiped her hands on her clothes, and looked at Lin Hong worriedly.

"Ah... no... maybe it's because I drank strong tea last night." Lin Hong remembered that Madam Liu's house was too poor to have any tea... He added, "I brought my own tea."

Wan Guchuan glanced at him from the side.

Nanny Liu smiled and said, "I heard that tea is refreshing, but I didn't expect it to be so refreshing! Damn! Don't drink it at night, sleep is important!"

"Got it..." Lin Hong thought in his heart that he had to "take" Wan Guchuan out.

Nanny Liu was about to leave, but Lin Hong stopped her, "By the way—mammy, did you hear anything last night?"

"No!" Madam Liu said, "Did the officials hear a sound at night? What is it?"

"No... I got up and drank water, so as not to disturb you." Lin Hong said.

"Ham! It's okay! You can come to me if you need anything at night—you take your time." Liu Mama finished speaking and went out.

"Didn't you hear all the commotion last night?" Lin Hong sighed, "Ma'am didn't mention the mess I made in the village last night."

"I'm afraid it won't be affected." Wan Guchuan said.

After breakfast, Lin Hong went out to take a look, and found that the shelves he pushed, the broken firewood, and all kinds of messy things had been restored to their original state last night. The peace and tranquility in the village did not seem to be affected.

Last night, he was still worried about how to explain to the villagers and how to make amends...

"So, the ghosts and accidents at night will not affect the residents of the village." Lin Hong looked at Wan Guchuan and asked him, "Did the messy things recover after you noticed the sound of the flute last night?"

Does the restoration of the shelf and the pyre also have something to do with the sound of the flute?

"No." Wan Guchuan wanted to say how could he have time to focus on other things last night.

"Never mind! Pretend to sleep these few nights, and take care of your wounds." Lin Hong stretched.

At night, Lin Hong lay on his side on the bed, thinking about what that flute song was, which was very familiar but couldn't name it.

"I think that flute piece should be the key to this ghost recipe." Lin Hong said to Wan Guchuan who was lying behind him.

"Probably." Wan Guchuan looked at the back of Lin Hong's exposed neck.

"Looking at the source of the flute music, the flute player should be in the woods." Lin Hong continued, "Why in the woods? It's safer?"

Just as he was thinking, he felt a "rustling" sound behind him, and suddenly his back felt warm.Wan Guchuan hugged him from behind.

Lin Hong's train of thought suddenly stopped, and his heart felt light.

"Lin Hong."

Lin Hong felt the warm breath of Wan Guchuan passing by his ears, half of his body was numb, and his voice was a little unsteady, "What's wrong?"

"It's like a dream... I don't want to wake up." Wan Guchuan tightened his arms around Lin Hong's waist.

Lin Hong was silent for a while, then turned to look at him.

Wan Guchuan also looked at him with eyes half down.

This is my person.Thinking about it, Lin Hong tilted his head and bit his chin lightly.

"Not a dream."

In the next few days, they really pretended to sleep at night and didn't care about the movement.

Lin Hong found that the movements were different every night.

On the first night, he heard the sound of "creaking" ropes on the beams of the house, and someone was crying outside the window.

On the second night, he felt someone gently pulling his hair. Lin Hong almost thought it was Wan Guchuan, and was about to open his eyes. Fortunately, Wan Guchuan pulled him into his arms.

third night...

fourth night...

……

On the sixth night, Lin Hong heard someone calling his name!At first it was far away, and the sound was hazy.The voice in the middle suddenly disappeared, and when it sounded again, it was by the window!A very clear "Lin Hong".The sound is like the neighing of the dying...

Lin Hong felt that his nerves were about to snap... Every night, he was terrified of what tricks these undead were going to do... The only benefit was probably that he could use this to get into Wan Guchuan's arms.

The movement is different every night, but the melodious flute sound is never absent, always ringing on time, playing the same piece of music.

With the arrival of the flute, the rest of the movement will disappear in an instant.

"You said, is the sound of the flute manipulating these undead?" Lin Hong asked Wan Guchuan, "The flute player released the undead to make trouble, and then played the flute to recall the undead or something."

"I think it might be protecting the village." Wan Guchuan was wiping his sword.

Wan Guchuan's recovery speed was very fast. After these few days of recuperation, the stitches were removed from the wound, and now the scab has healed, and he can move freely again.

"It's not impossible what you said," Lin Hong thought while pouring tea for himself. "During the war, there were many dead souls. If he wanted to disturb the strangers, he played the flute to stop them, so the village was very peaceful—and it made sense."

"The water is overflowing." Wan Guchuan signaled.

"Ah!" Lin Hong came back to his senses, quickly withdrew his hands, and put the kettle down.

The water on the table was still flowing to the edge of the table, and he was still looking for a rag, but Wan Guchuan had already wiped it dry for him with the cloth on hand for wiping the sword.

Lin Hong took the wet cloth he had in hand and put it beside the basin, "What kind of possibility is it? I think the identity of the piper is very important. If you know his identity, you may be able to know what he is going to do."

Wan Guchuan put his sword back into its sheath, and looked at him, "Do you want to go and see tonight?"

Lin Hong thought for a while, "I don't want to."

His current mood is the same as Wan Guchuan's, and he doesn't want to go back.One more day in this ghost house counts as one day.

The only danger in this haunted place is the wandering dead souls at night, but as long as they pretend to sleep, there will be a burst of flute to rescue them.

Lin Hong didn't think about the consequences of staying in Gui Fang for too long, and he doesn't care much now.

That night, Lin Hong woke up in a daze in the middle of the night. He heard the "creaking" sound of the beams and ropes rubbing against each other. He felt hair brushing against his face. He didn't dare to move, and slowly fell asleep again... …

In a daze, Lin Hong felt something pressing against him. He thought it was a quilt, but when he dusted it with his hands, he found that it was uneven, because there was something hard.

He took it over, squinted his eyes and looked at——

It's a human head! !

Lin Hong was so startled that he threw the head out of his hand reflexively!

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the breathing became short of breath.

"Wan Gu Chuan!" Lin Hong began to pick at the person next to him.

Wan Guchuan remained motionless.

Lin Hong turned his head and saw that the pillow was empty!There is clearly a body in the bed!

Lin Hong sat up suddenly, "Wan Guchuan!" He went to push the body beside him.

not moving at all.

There was a "buzz" in Lin Hong's mind.

Where is the head... where is the head...

Lin Hong is about to cry...

He was going to find the head he had lost.

Candles... Where are the candles, let there be light.

Lin Hong was in a hurry, his eyes were already blurred.

Light……

The surroundings suddenly lit up.

There is light... There is light... Lin Hong started looking for a head in a daze.

"Lin Hong!"

Lin Hong woke up suddenly, short of breath and covered in cold sweat.

Beside him, Wan Guchuan was looking at him with half of his body upright, against the candlelight behind him, he could also see the anxiety in his eyes.

It's a dream, it's a dream!

Feeling relieved, Lin Hong threw himself into his arms, wrapping his hands tightly around his neck, breathing heavily.

Wan Guchuan wrapped his arms around his waist, "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing..." Lin Hong was still panting.

"Having a nightmare?" Wan Guchuan moved his hand to the back of his head.

"Hmm..." Lin Hong slowed down, "Has the flute sounded?"

"pass."

"That's good." Lin Hong let go of Wan Guchuan.

"What did you dream about?" Wan Guchuan stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead.

Lin Hong lay down and stared at the beam for a while before saying, "I dreamed that I was holding your head."

Wan Guchuan was silent.

"Don't worry, dreams are reversed." Wan Guchuan comforted.

Lin Hong turned to look at him, "That's you holding my head!"

"..." Wan Guchuan: "Can't it be, didn't you hold your head?"

"...Okay..." Lin Hong pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "I think this is a warning to us..."

Staying too leisurely in this haunted place, if you don't do anything, the undead at night will become more and more rampant, first calling Lin Hong's name, and then disturbing his dreams, forcing them to do things.

Wan Guchuan laughed, "I'm not afraid."

Lin Hong kicked him under the blanket.

"...Then the next time the flute sounds, there will be a flute player." Wan Guchuan hugged Lin Hong.

"It's not dawn yet, sleep a little longer."