Chapter 678 Sweet Dreams Tonight
Next, everyone just lowered their heads to eat and remained silent for a while.
Especially the hunter and the scholar, who hurriedly finished the food on the table and packed a few steamed buns and side dishes to go back, as if they had made up their mind not to go out.
Liu Sheng and Taibai Jianxian followed the trend and opened two guest rooms in Guangfeng Building.
The man wearing a felt hat was probably a passing businessman from a foreign country. After his aunt's persuasion, he continued on his way no matter what.
As a result, he came back shortly after leaving.
At this time, Liu Sheng and Taibai Jianxian were still eating the remaining dishes slowly. Taibai Jianxian also asked Liu Sheng for a jar of pear blossom wine, which he poured and drank by himself.
Seeing that there were no customers, Liu Sheng's aunt who was the shopkeeper hurriedly took Li Xiaoer to clean up the mess and prepared to close the door and lock it.
As soon as she walked to the curtain, there was a bang outside, the door was pushed open violently, a howling wind and snow rushed in, and a man rushed in, startling her.
I saw that the man's body and face were covered with snow. He was panting and kept shouting:
"It's dark, it's completely dark outside! It's such a heavy snowstorm!"
Perhaps he was so suffocated by wearing the felt hat that covered his face that he couldn't breathe when he spoke. He eagerly took off the felt hat and threw it aside.
As soon as he took off the hat, he revealed a face with a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of dark green eyes, and a messy dark brown beard on his face, which was obviously very different from the people of the Tang Dynasty.
This is a characteristic of Mobei people.
When the aunt saw that he was from Mobei, a hint of caution flashed in her eyes.
But after all, Xiaolvyuan is not far from the border, and now there is mutual trade. Although it is separated by the Changxing Mountains, people from Mobei will still pass by occasionally.
So she didn't care that much.
What I am more concerned about now is the news brought by this Mobei person.
"What do you mean it's completely dark?" she asked urgently.
"Yeah, what time is it now?" Li Xiaoer scratched his head, with confusion on his face, "I remember when we opened, it should be...noon, right?"
"It should have only been an hour now, which is close to the end of the hour." The aunt frowned and her voice was urgent.
"Isn't that an hour earlier?" Li Xiaoer patted his head and said, "Yesterday, it was still dark at Shenshi!"
When the aunt heard this, she hurriedly lifted the curtain, which was as thick as a quilt. It was indeed dark outside, and the door panel that had not been closed in time swayed helplessly in the wind and snow.
She stepped over and quickly closed the door.
When he turned around, he had a disturbed look on his face.
Li Xiaoer hurriedly stepped forward, "Mother..."
"Quick, go back to sleep."
The aunt looked at the bewildered Mobei people and the two guests who were still eating and drinking alone and seemed not to be affected at all, and said: "It's evening, Guangfeng Tower is closed, all guests, please go and have a rest."
At this time, Uncle Li heard the commotion and came out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and asked: "Madam, why did you close your business?"
Because the doors and windows of Guangfeng Building were closed tightly, no wind or light could come in. There were candles burning everywhere in the house, making the house brightly lit.
So Uncle Li was also at a loss.
But the aunt explained softly: "It's dark."
Uncle Li immediately understood, looked at the three guests, and said: "Please help yourself, we will go and have a rest..."
Before he finished speaking, all the candles suddenly went out.
Guangfeng Tower instantly fell into darkness.
The Mobei people who just broke in were frightened by the sudden darkness. Even the sounds around them seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only endless silence.
Just then, a soft sound startled him and made his heart skip a beat.
Rustling.
It turned out to be the sound of opening a fire seal.
With a bang, a weak fire suddenly lit up, illuminating the lower half of the shopkeeper's face, making her look very pale.
"Guests, I'm really sorry. I'll take you back to the house to rest."
The firelight enveloped the table where an old man and a young man sat, and they nodded without any objection.
The Mobei man was a little hesitant, but he also saw the situation outside just now, and finally had to stay overnight.
So the three of them followed the faint firelight held by the shopkeeper's wife, stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs, and walked to the second floor.
The Mobei people saw that there were only four guest rooms on the second floor.
Fortunately, there are only three people here now, and it won’t be able to accommodate any more.
The shopkeeper's wife first said to the Mobei people: "Brother, why don't you stay in the second room B? Room A is opposite the stairs, and sometimes... it will be noisy."
The people from Mobei thought that there were not many people in Guangfeng Tower now, so it was impossible to make a noise, but they just accepted the situation. The lady shopkeeper continued:
"Girl, please stay in room C next door. It's more spacious."
"Old man, you live here. It's quieter on the side. It's also close to your granddaughter. If anything happens, you can take care of her in time."
The keys were handed over to the three of them, and the arrangements were considered complete.
Finally, the shopkeeper's wife held a candle, and the flames flickered on her bloodless pink and white face.
"Everyone remember, no matter what sound you hear at night, don't leave the room..."
Then, she turned around, and the firelight was blocked by the figure, leaving only a hazy light behind her, dragging out a long black shadow.
The Mobei man watched the shopkeeper's wife walking downstairs step by step. The candlelight moved downwards little by little and gradually disappeared into the building.
Darkness returns.
The Mobei man quickly took out his spiritual bead lamp, illuminated the lock on the door, and opened the door with the key.
Looking at the grandfather and grandson next to him, they were also opening the lock, but it seemed that they didn't need the light.
The woman next to him seemed to feel his gaze, raised her head, took a look, showed a faint smile, and pushed the door open.
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With a bang, the door closed.
The old man in front of the room on the edge was outside the light range of the Lingzhu lamp and could not be seen clearly at all. He could only hear a relaxed laugh.
"This little brother, what's your name?"
The Mobei man was stunned. He didn't expect that the old man would ask his name at this time, and then replied: "My name is Sanjar."
"Okay, Sanjar, have a sweet dream!"
The other party did not leave his name, and entered the room after saying this.
Sanjar was still a little confused, but now he was the only one in the corridor. Under the railing behind him was the lobby on the first floor of Guangfeng Building, but it was as deep as a sunken black hole.
The short corridor was silent, with darkness covering both ends. It seemed that the areas beyond the reach of the Lingzhu lamp were extending infinitely into the darkness.
It was so quiet that I could only hear my own heartbeat.
Suddenly, there was a soft squeaking sound.
There was a faint creaking sound from the wooden stairs next to it. It seemed like someone was tiptoeing towards the second floor, deliberately covering up the sound.
Sanjar's heart tightened, and he hurriedly illuminated the staircase with a spiritual bead lamp.
Empty.
I felt even more confused in my heart, thinking of the words I heard just now while eating, and the dozens of people missing from Xiaolvyuan...
I don’t know if he died or ran away.
But in Sanjar's mind, he vaguely imagined a picture - dozens of people in the darkness looking up at him in the lobby on the first floor.
Thinking of this, Sanjar shuddered all over and hurriedly opened the door, but tripped over the threshold and fell in.
The spirit bead lamp in his hand rolled to the ground, shook, and went out.
The sudden darkness made him panic for a moment.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing by, carrying the smell of braised beef, and it was getting closer and closer.
This smell reminded him of the chef who was always busy in the back kitchen.
A chill crept up Sanjar's back, and he asked tremblingly: "Is... is it the chef, are you?"
No one answered.
Only the smell of braised beef lingers in your nose.
And it's getting thicker.
He hurriedly groped on the floor, finally touched the Lingzhu lamp, and polished it again with trembling.
The lights came on and there was nothing in front of me.
Even the smell has faded.
He looked outside the dark door, stood up in panic, and quickly slammed the door.
The darkness is isolated, and a feeling of safety arises spontaneously.
My body, which had just been chilled by the wind and snow and had never warmed up, finally felt a touch of warmth.
Warm.
Just tired.