Chapter 32: Travelers
It was a rainy night, and a chill inevitably came amid the hustle and bustle.
Yang Xiaoyun had already opened his eyes when the wind was howling, with a silver spear in his hand and a look around.
Su Mo did not wait for any response, but he glanced at the coffins one by one, and then looked at Yang Xiaoyun.
"Not them."
Yang Xiaoyun spoke softly.
"If it were them, they would definitely not be so preemptive."
While he was speaking, he had already stood up, clasped his fists slightly and said:
"My sister and I were just passing by here when we ran into a rainstorm, so we came to this charity cemetery to take shelter.
"Wait until tomorrow morning, when the wind and rain stop, and then leave immediately. I won't bother you any more."
While Su Mo was talking, Yang Xiaoyun was carefully observing his surroundings, and would be able to react in time if there was any unusual movement.
However...there was nothing.
The sound of breathing, footsteps, heartbeat... no sound at all.
Only the sound of the heavy rain outside was becoming more and more intense, while inside the main hall of the charity cemetery, there was a hint of coldness and weirdness.
The silence didn't last long.
Just because the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the door.
A moment later, it was already there.
There were also two fast horses. After they arrived at the gate of the charity cemetery, the riders got off the horses and walked into the yard, one leading the other.
Su Mo heard a woman ask anxiously, "Brother, is there a ghost in this charity house?"
Sound is naturally difficult to transmit in a rainstorm, so the woman's voice was very loud, but also a little intermittent due to the rainstorm.
The man responded loudly: "Where are the ghosts and gods in the martial arts world? If there really are ghosts, who would dare to fight in this martial arts world? Today, as a human, I kill you, and one day you will become a ghost to take revenge... After I die and become an evil ghost, I will continue to tangle with you. This grudge entanglement will have no end..."
While he was speaking, he had already arrived in front of the main hall. He looked up and saw Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.
He was slightly stunned, with a somewhat unnatural look on his face, as if he was frightened.
But when he saw the dying fire on the ground, he breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists and said:
"I'm on the road and I'm caught in a rainstorm. This is the only place in this area where I can take shelter for a while. I wonder if my friends inside can help me?"
There are many inconveniences in life, especially in this situation, it is convenient for both yourself and others.
What's more, this charity cemetery does not belong to Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, so how can they turn people away?
It's just that the ghost crying sound just now came strangely and went away strangely, so I couldn't help but hesitate a little before opening my mouth:
"This is convenient for the two of us, but I wonder what the original owner of this charity cemetery thinks?"
The man was stunned, and looked around: "Where is that person?"
"This... It will take a while, I don't know."
Su Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Anyway, if you two don't worry about getting into trouble, you can come in and take shelter from the rain."
This sounded mysterious, and the man's face suddenly showed some displeasure, thinking that Su Mo just didn't want them to come in to shelter from the rain, and was just coming up with an excuse on the spur of the moment.
He immediately shook his head and walked into the house with the woman behind him.
The two people were not too old, the man was around 20 years old, and the woman was probably only 17 or 18 years old. Although they were not particularly pretty, their eyes were lively.
After entering the charity cemetery, he seemed to be quite concerned about the coffins. Although he tried hard not to look at them, his eyes would always glance at them, and then he would look away as soon as he saw them.
The clothes of the two people were soaked. The man said, "Junior sister, use your energy to drive away the cold first. I will protect you."
Upon hearing this, the junior sister first subconsciously glanced at the coffins, and then looked at Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun.
Then he whispered, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
After he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged, silently practicing his internal energy to drive away the cold and dry the clothes.
The senior brother sat next to the junior sister. His eyes seemed not to be on Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, but he tried his best to take them in from the corner of his eyes.
Obviously, it was because of Su Mo's "refusal" just now that he felt resentful, and then became a little wary.
Su Mo was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and did not look at it any further.
The fire was re-lit, adding a little light to the charity cemetery.
Yang Xiaoyun's low voice came from my ear:
"Looking at the figures, steps and attire of these two people, they should be disciples of Luoxing Sect."
Falling Star Gate! ?
Su Mo felt quite unfamiliar for a moment, but after careful recollection, he remembered the situation of this sect.
Luoxing Sect is a sect famous for its hidden weapons.
It’s just that the tradition is not widespread, and the school has never been opened to recruit disciples.
A disciple often only has one disciple, or only has two disciples to inherit the mantle.
The unique skill of the sect, [Finger-Flicking Stars], is well-known for a long time.
The reason why Su Mo did not have a deep impression of this sect was simply because the Luoxing Sect was very far away from Luoxia City.
In addition, the disciples of Luoxing Sect rarely go out, so there is not much information left behind.
"Why are they here?"
Su Mo was somewhat curious, but he quickly suppressed his curiosity.
Last time, because of my excessive curiosity, I got involved in trouble that I shouldn't have been involved in.
Although it is also to cut off the possible beginning and end of the matter, if we can be ignorant for a while, there will be no unnecessary complications in the end.
At this time, why bother with what others do?
Just do your own thing well.
What's more, instead of considering the purpose of these two people, it is better to think about where the voice just now came from.
However, ever since the pair of brothers and sisters from Luoxingmen came in, that voice has never been heard again.
After exchanging glances with Yang Xiaoyun, Yang Xiaoyun closed his eyes again.
The charity cemetery was divided into two, one side was the brother and sister from Luoxingmen, the other side was Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun, and they lived in peace with each other.
The previous ghost crying sound never sounded again. In the second half of the night, Yang Xiaoyun naturally opened his eyes and replaced Su Mo.
Su Mo changed seats with her and looked at the other side. The senior brother was sitting cross-legged, and the junior sister who was afraid of coffins was sleeping soundly with her back against the coffin...
He raised his eyebrows slightly, but saw that senior brother suddenly looked up and glared at him.
“…”
Su Mo's mouth twitched, and he sat back and ignored her.
Time passed by second by second, and the heavy rain outside gradually subsided.
The original intense rain turned into a lingering drizzle, and the charity cemetery remained silent.
Suddenly, the coffin that the junior sister from Luoxing Gate was leaning against actually moved slightly.
Silently, as if someone was pushing the coffin, a crack appeared on the lid...
