Chapter 004: The Evil Spirit

The middle-aged man in the lead was called Mo Wen, who was once the only son of the Mo family.
Now he has taken over his father's job and become the head of the Mo Family Trading Company. After all, his father is old and is no longer suitable for traveling around.
"Anyone can stay at the Yang Family Temple, as long as they don't damage anything inside." Mo Wen shouted, "Although we may not be able to get into the city in time, we still have a place to rest where we won't be disturbed by wild animals, snakes or insects. Once we get there, we can feed the mules and horses, sort out the goods, and then we can rest."
After hearing this, the morale of the entire caravan immediately boosted a lot.
When you are away from home, the happiest thing is to have a safe, comfortable place to stay that can shelter you from wind and rain.
Soon the caravan arrived at the front gate of the Yang Family Ancestral Hall.
Through the door, you can see bright light coming out from inside.
"What a bright light." Mo Wen was a little puzzled. "My goodness, how many people are living inside with torches? But why are there no carriages and horses around? Did they all go to the ancestral hall? If so, it would be a bit disrespectful to the ancestors of the Yang family."
"Should we go in and rest or not?" A man with a knife approached and asked.
"Let's go in and take a look first, and let Xiao Liuzi and the others follow with their food." Mo Wen said in a low voice.
The man with the knife gestured to the side, and immediately seven men with knives and guns followed him, each holding a torch in his hand.
"Go in and cheer up."
Several people nodded and followed Mo Wen into the Yang Family Ancestral Hall.
It's better to be cautious when you go out.
After passing through three alley gates and arriving in front of the Xiantang, they found that the situation was a little strange, but not as dangerous as they had imagined.
It is very bright in Xiantang, with a torch hanging on the right wall.
This place was not as crowded as they had imagined, but rather very empty. Only in the right corner, there were two people sitting on wooden beds eating.
There was also a square wooden fence surrounding the wooden bed where they were sitting.
Mo Wen looked at the two men carefully.

One was a servant in shorts, thin and dark-skinned, and obviously had no strength.
The other one was a short-haired boy in casual clothes. Although his short hair looked a little strange, he had fair skin and tender flesh, and his finger joints were cleaner and prettier than those of a young girl. It was obvious that he was not a martial artist.
So he quickly came to the conclusion that the two men posed no threat and were probably tourists who had missed the time to enter the city.
He immediately clasped his fists and said, "My two friends, we also plan to stay here for one night. There are a lot of us, so please forgive us for disturbing you."
Lu Sen stood up from the bed, clasped his fists and smiled, "No, no, we are just staying here temporarily, please do as you please."
At this time, Lu Sen had already changed the modern shirt into the white casual clothes he had bought earlier.
With his appearance, he looks like a handsome young man no matter how you look at him, but it's a pity that he has short hair, which makes him look a little weird.
Otherwise, he would definitely be worthy of the phrase "Pan An is still alive".
After that, the two stopped talking and went about their own business. When you are out and about, it is impossible to start a conversation with everyone you meet.
There is a saying that goes, "If someone shows kindness to you without any reason, he is either a traitor or a thief." It describes the situation right now.
After saying hello and making sure that the other party posed no threat, Mo Wen asked his men to invite the people outside to come in and rest.
Soon, about thirty people came in, bringing with them a large number of torches.
It makes Xiantang brighter, but also brings more strange smells.
Sour, rotten, spicy, mixed together, the taste is quite strong.
Although the hall is large, the air will still become turbid when more than thirty people rush in with strange smells on their bodies.
After all, they were a dusty caravan and they didn't take a bath for ten days, so it was normal for them to have smell.
Lu Sen and Hei Zhu lived on the right side of Xiangtang, so these people naturally squeezed on the left side.
After arranging a few people to surround the convoy and the goods outside, Mo Wen sat down, stretched, and then took the dry food handed to him by others.
Due to the hot weather, the dry food seemed to have a slight sour smell.
But it doesn’t matter, we can still eat, and this is already Bianjing City. We can enter the city tomorrow and sell the goods, and then we can have a good meal.
Just be patient.
Mo Wen ate the rotten food and smelled the body odor of his companions around him, with a somewhat sad expression on his face.
He used to live a life of luxury, and although he had been leading a caravan across the country for nearly seven years, he could get used to the hard work but not the smell.
He has a very good nose.
Sniffing unhappily, he thought to himself that he was also a rough man now, and he still felt uncomfortable in the stench. The young man opposite him who looked like a child of a wealthy family was eating and smelling the smell, and he probably couldn't stand it anymore. He had to say something and apologize to prevent the other party from hating him and his people too much.
However, when he turned his head, he found two people opposite him holding a big white steamed bun and eating it happily.
Especially the young man who looked like a servant, he was tasting the steamed buns as if they were the most delicious thing in the world.
The young man had a calm expression, and didn't seem to smell any stench.
Hmm... Could it be that the stench from our group of people can't reach over there?
While feeling puzzled, Mo Wen continued to chew on the yellow, slightly rotten-smelling dry food while enduring the nausea.
At this time, one of the men came over and whispered, "The young man on the other side doesn't know how dangerous the world is. He went out with a useless servant. Even if he is not a woman, his delicate skin and tender flesh are more valuable than a woman. It's lucky that he met us. If it were any other caravan, he would probably be the most valuable commodity."
In this era, the line between caravans and bandits was very blurred, especially in the wilderness.
The Mo family caravan is a rare breed that does not do evil things outside.
Mo Wen twitched his eyebrows: "That shows that this young man is blessed with great fortune."
The subordinate shrugged: "That's true."
After finishing his dry food, Mo Wen went outside to check the goods and the shift situation, and also drained some water before returning to Xiangtang.
He saw that the young man had already fallen asleep on the simple wooden bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly. He shook his head helplessly in his heart.
"He has no vigilance and cannot endure hardships. He is already in the wild and still wants to find a bed to sleep on."
He was just a little curious about where the young man found the wooden bed.
If it is a tourist, they naturally won't make a bed. Even if it is a simple wooden bed, it will take more than one or two incense sticks to make.
At least half a day.
Wouldn't it be better to go directly into the city if you have that much time?
So this bed was naturally found out... Could it be that someone from Tianbo Yang Mansion placed it here in advance?
Also a possibility.
After all, the Tianbo Yang family is well-known for being kind.
Mo Wen felt a little emotional when he thought that although the Tianbo Yang Mansion now has a large family, it can only rely on three women and an underage son to support itself.
It's really unfair that such a family of loyal heroes has fallen to such a state.
He sighed gloomily, returned to the crowd, and whispered, "When it's your turn , make sure there are at least five torches burning."
There is light at night, so it is less likely to be disturbed by wild animals, and it is also less likely to be attacked by criminals.
After giving the order, Mo Wen lay down and closed his eyes to rest.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong, but after looking around, he couldn't seem to find the reason.
He thought about it suspiciously for a while, had no clue, and fell asleep in a daze.
He didn't know how long he slept before he opened his eyes.
Business people usually don't sleep well at night, after all, they don't have a sense of security.
After he opened his eyes, the man sitting next to him on night watch whispered, "Boss, you woke up so soon, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I've rested enough." Mo Wen sat up, looked around asked, "How many times have we changed our torches? How many spare ones are there in the car?"
"I've already changed three batches." The man replied, "I think there are more than twenty left."
"Alas, the torches sold by Lao Luo's family are becoming less and less durable." Mo Wen sat up: "In the past, they could burn for at least an hour, but now I guess that's less than..."
When Mo Wen said this, his eyes happened to see the torch hanging on the opposite wall.
Then his pupils shrank suddenly.
The torches on the opposite side were bright, emitting a light that made people feel warm all over.
But in Mo Wen's eyes at this moment, that thing was no different from a demon.
He grabbed the wrist of the man next to him with his right hand and asked in a low voice, but nervously: "Tell me, how many hours have passed since I fell asleep?"
"It's almost three hours." The man was a little confused.
"Have the torches on the other side been changed?"
"No, it's amazing. It can burn for more than two hours..." The man also felt something was wrong at this time: "What is this?"
Mo Wen felt a little creepy.
Before they arrived, the torches had already been hung there on the opposite side, which means that the torches had been burning for far more than three hours.
What kind of torch can burn for so long?
Even windproof oil lamps won’t work!
Moreover, that young man was really weird. He was obviously more handsome than the girl and looked like a man with fine clothes and delicious food. How could he appear in this ancestral temple outside the city?
Wait! Ancestral Hall.
He turned his head to look at the Yang family tablets with black characters on a red background hanging on the memorial tablet in the Xiantang, and his scalp began to tingle.
Then he looked across and discovered something new.
Their caravan brought in several bundles of torches, which they kept replacing.
When these torches burned, green smoke would be produced. After a few hours, there was already a slight smoke in the hall.
But on the opposite side, where the young man slept, the thin smoke was blocked, forming a square column of smoke-free space.
Because the smoke is still thin, you have to look carefully to find it.
Seeing this scene again, even the hairs on Mo Wen's body stood up.
A feeling of panic quickly rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but grab the knife beside him.
He was sitting now, and when he grabbed the knife with such force, the scabbard hit the ground.
Beep!
Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely obvious in this hall.
All the members of the caravan have traveled far and wide, and they are all very vigilant.
The sound of the scabbard hitting the ground immediately woke them all up from their half-asleep state.
They jumped up one by one. Those who had weapons drew their swords immediately, while those who did not have weapons tried to stay close to their companions and looked around vigilantly.
No one spoke and the atmosphere was quite silent.
At this time, Lu Sen was still sleeping soundly.
It was Heizhu who was awakened. After all, he was a beggar, and the kind of person who had a very low sense of security and was a very light sleeper.
Hearing the sound of swords and knives, he immediately jumped off the bed and looked at the group of men with knives and guns drawn opposite him with some horror.
Is the other party planning to rob and kill people?
Heizhu wanted to wake Lu Sen up immediately.
But at this moment, Mo Wen spoke first: "My friend, please, please don't wake up your husband, please."
Mo Wen is very scared now, and his voice is trembling.
He was also a person who had heard a lot of strange and bizarre stories about ghosts, and he knew very well that the little ghosts were just troublesome, and the big ghosts were the ones that really wanted to kill people.
We must not let the little ghost's master wake up.
"We are sorry to have strayed into your master's land. We are leaving now. We are leaving now."
Mo Wen stretched out his hand, trying to stop him. He also half-bent over, showing a humble attitude, and then slowly stepped back.
Those caravan members who were awakened didn't understand what was happening.
But their long experience as merchants made them remain completely silent. They followed the instructions of the patriarch and slowly retreated.
Seeing that the other party was so scared, Hei Zhu calmed down instead.
But he didn't say anything, just looked at the other person quietly.
Mo Wen kept retreating, staring at Hei Zhu and Lu Sen. After they left the Yang Family Ancestral Hall, he immediately asked everyone to quickly pack up all their belongings, take the mules and horses, and walk down the mountain in a panic.
As he walked, he kept looking back to see if anything was rushing out from the Yang Family Ancestral Hall.
It was not until he arrived at the gate of Bianjing City that Mo Wen felt much more at ease. He couldn't help but pat his chest to calm himself down.
Ghosts and monsters wouldn’t dare to chase us under the emperor’s feet.
Heizhu didn't quite understand what the other person was afraid of, but after yawning, he continued to sleep.
Lu Sen was still sleeping soundly.
But when he woke up, it was almost noon.
There's no way around it. As a stay-at-home guy, this is how his biological clock works.
He stretched himself, and then found that the caravan had disappeared. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "It's not easy to make money at any time. You have to get up early and go to bed late."
At this time, Heizhu came in from outside. He filled a large wooden basin with half of it broken with clean water and brought it to Lu Sen.
"My dear, please wash up."
"Where does the water come from?" Lu Sen tried it with his hand and found it was a little cold.
"There is a spring flowing down the west side of the mountain."
"Oh, take me there later. If there is enough water, we can build our home there." Lu Sen got up and put the two beds and the wooden fence into the system backpack: "But let's have breakfast first. There will be a lot of work to do later."
"Hey, my dear, the torch is gone." Heizhu pointed at the wall and said, "Maybe someone took it away."
Lu Sen turned his head and looked for a while, and saw a pile of wood chips under the wall where the torches were hung.
"Oh, time has come."
Lu Sen now understood that five points of endurance meant five hours, or ten hours.
After eating the steamed buns, the two went to the place where the spring flowed.
As soon as he saw it, Lu Sen fell in love with it.
The mountain springs gurgle, and the wind in the forest sounds like the low sounds of flutes.
The view is extremely broad, and you can see the entire huge city of Bianjing at a glance.
"It's settled. We'll build our home here in the future." Lu Sen opened his system backpack and looked at the amount of materials inside. "The wood and coal will probably last for a long time. Heizhu, do you know where there's a quarry or a place with a lot of stones?"

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