Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 207|It is clear what he wants
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The coolness brought by the rainstorm quickly disappeared.
The muddy road was gradually dried. Once you stepped on it, you would leave a deep hole. Now when you turn your head, the footprints have become shallower and lighter, while the footprints left in the mud are completely preserved. Come down, so that the tracker can easily find the escapee along the trace.
But now, the dead man is more and more uncertain.
The people he was waiting for did not show up.
The forces he worried about did not appear either.
After the corpse of Mipu was seen, there should have been several forces coming to track down the whereabouts of the account books, and they would definitely not gain anything if they turned around in Mipu. The only clue at this time was the murderer who killed the shopkeeper and the buddy of Mipu. Who sent them, and how much do they know about the account books?
For the dead, things were originally very simple. Just hide the account books, kill the people at Sijia Mipu, and then at the right time they will smash the poison sac and die in the wilderness or in an inn’s foot shop. Arrange everything as if the account books were snatched away, and put the blame on a certain force.
...but an accident happened and everything was wrong.
The dead man stopped, he found a big tree with dense leaves, and planned to use it as his temporary hiding place.
He didn't have the slightest guilt of killing his companions, nor did his companions, because until the last moment, his companions thought it was a help.
In order to keep the secret, they must die. In order to mislead others, they need to die, because many people do not believe in living people, but in corpses.
While he shamefully avoided this death, he did not commit suicide, but escaped.
The country roads are narrow and rugged, with few pedestrians.
About three hours later, the moon slowly climbed to Dongshan, and only frogs and insects were all quiet around.
This is not right.
The dead man huddled in the tree canopy, and he began to wonder how long he was going to squat here.
Wait until the middle of the moon passed, he had to admit a terrible fact that the two mysterious masters might not have chased them. Or in other words, they feel that they are insignificant.
Did the two people think that the account book they got was real? Judging from the expressions of the two who are sure to be able to write down the account books, it might be true.
"Damn it."
The dead man couldn't help cursing.
The only person who knows the true whereabouts of the account book is himself. He originally thought he would be stalked, hunted, and questioned, but now there is nothing? The mysterious master who hit him to kill casually let him go, and no one was seen by all the forces that should be chasing him.
This is like a big joke. When I was singing on stage in Liyuan, I found that there was no one to support me. Even the people who played the show with me disappeared.
The dead are puzzled. It is impossible for Piaoping Pavilion to keep the account books that might leak them. Fengxing Pavilion will not miss this opportunity to master the secret, and others will not refuse gold. That's Huang Chengcheng's gold!
The dead man who was about to grow on the tree was deeply confused.
At this time, there is a wild shop twenty miles away from this tree.
The Moli, carrying a bulging bag and a plump gerbil, pushed open the half-covered fence gate of the wild shop.
There were two dogs in the yard, and they jumped up and barked to remind the owner.
The black carp paused slightly and looked at them subconsciously.
The dog sniffed suddenly, the barking became smaller, and then slowly approached Moli, tentatively spinning around his feet.
There was a faint noise in the wild shop, as if someone turned over after being awakened, and murmured a few words in dissatisfaction.
Mo Lei waited for a while, and found that there was really no movement inside, and reluctantly passed the two dogs trying to hug his feet and knocked directly on the half-open window.
Not long after knocking, an old voice roared: "Slacker, get up, have a guest!"
The wooden door creaked, and a man with the appearance of a buddy was holding a candlestick, and complained: "Where are the guests in the middle of the night, the dogs have not barked, 80% of them are night owls or other things flying over to peck at the door. Knock on the window..."
The faint candlelight reflected the figure of Moli, and the guy was so scared that he almost knocked over the candlestick. In a panic, he tripped over the threshold and instinctively wanted to hold the door frame. As a result, the wooden door fell into disrepair and he was hit by his right hand. Break down one piece.
"Ah!"
"What are you doing? What is the ghost call?"
The sound of a crutches knocking on the ground came from inside the door, and a wrinkled, shriveled old man poked out his head in doubt.
As a result, I saw my dog lying next to the stranger's lap, while my buddy was sitting next to him with the dog. At first glance, I thought they were all subdued!
"Who?" The old man responded quickly and picked up his crutches.
Moli who was mistaken for a bandit: "..."
He stretched out his hand to support the man just now, and let him go when he stood firm. As a result, the man's legs were frightened and he sat on the ground.
"Oh, Lao Zhang is polite." Moli pressed the gerbil in his arms to prevent a certain one from appearing.
The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the ink carp with the faint light.
At this time, the appearance played a big role. Moli didn't look like a robber at all. If he changed his clothes, he thought it was some kind of princely son. However, the savage family didn't think so much, they only thought that Moli was a scholar, and went out alone with a book bag, and accidentally missed the head.
There were also such people in previous years.
The old man hurriedly put down his crutches and patted his chest, gasping for breath and said, "What kind of mystery is this? I scared the little old man! I thought it was a strong man from the west side of Ershan who came to the door!"
"Strongman?"
"Haha, nothing happened, scaring the hairless boy." The old man kicked the guy and stared, "Hurry up and get hot water?"
"Grandpa, the door...the door is broken." The guy also saw Moli's face, knowing that he was probably making a joke in his heart, bowed his head and said cautiously.
The door of this wild shop is rotten and looks almost falling apart. This is why Moli only dared to knock on the window just now.
The old man leaned over and took a look, and immediately yelled with his buddy’s ears, "How can you do things so rough? This door is older than you, don’t you know? That’s the end of the scourge for you," See how your mother cleans up you!"
The dude was crying, and Mo Li thought that this man was also frightened by himself, and couldn't help saying: "The shopkeeper, your door is really old..."
"Hey, the old won't go, the new won't come, but people are old and have feelings for old things." The old man waved his hand and led the way tremblingly with a cane.
With the agility he had just copied the crutch, he actually didn't need this at all.
"Come, come, do you want some noodle soup? It's all included in the room price. It's a day's journey. Soak your feet in hot water and eat a bowl of noodles. Keep it from the forehead to the soles of your feet." The old man was muttering, and he took the ink carp and walked to the backyard. There are only three tiled houses like this kind of wild shop, and all the guests who stay overnight have to sleep in the Datong shop.
"Lao Zhang, wait a minute, I have to hurry up all night, I just want to buy some dry food, hot water, and some small things for the road."
Mo Li didn't want to enter, he was afraid that the killer of Piaoping Pavilion would really catch up, and then he would bring trouble to the people who opened a wild shop.
"Hey, in the middle of the night, the moon can't see the road clearly. How far can I go? It's better to rest, sleep and hurry!"
"Thanks to Lao Zhang, it's really urgent, so I can't delay it."
The old man greeted his buddy loudly to go to the kitchen to get some noodles, the kind that was fried, good for storage on a hot day.
"...Fire folds, bamboo tubes, linoleum cloth, and needles and threads."
Bamboo tubes are used to fetch water, and the linoleum cloth is rain and waterproof. These are commonly used items when going out, and they are easy to lose or run out.
The old man turned around and fetched it inside the house.
"Needle and thread, more thread." Moli hurriedly added.
This is what he needs most, the other is just blindfold.
Otherwise, it would be too weird for a young man to knock on the door in the middle of the night just to buy needles and threads.
"How much do you want, is a whole volume enough?" the old man asked in the back room.
The needles and threads are not cloth, and they are sold without being disassembled. However, the Yedianjiaodian often sells the leftover needles and threads of their own homes, so there is not much.
"Take two volumes. I'm afraid of losing it. Anyway, I won't take up any land." Mo Li couldn't help using the nearby dialect.
The old man came out with a smile, and gave Moli one by one, and said: "Where did you come from in the next generation?"
Mo Li knows that his accent is not correct, and he understands these dialects, but he still lacks the heat to speak, after all, he didn't need it before.
He didn't answer, and instead asked about the way around.
There are often people who don't want to talk about their own affairs when they are away. The old man didn't care, so he talked about where the north, south, east, and north sides lead to each other.
"Lady, are you lost?"
"This is not true. I just want to take a shortcut, but I am afraid of walking into the deserted mountains and ridges that are inaccessible." Mo Li replied.
On the contrary, he is looking for no one to leave.
"Don't go to the southwest." The old man used the oil lamp to dial up his abacus and reported the number of goods to Moli.
The price is naturally more expensive than buying directly from the salesman. Moli wanted to leave as soon as possible, but didn't plan to bargain, so he reached out and paid for it.
The fat mouse in his arms patted the doctor's chest with his paws. It felt that the price was high, and this old man took the opportunity to make too much!
At this time, the guy came over with the oil paper bag filled with the dough, and the ink carp quickly grabbed the gerbil.
The old man’s eyes are not working well. The young man is different. If you see the clothes on his chest bulging, it will be troublesome to scream in fright.
Moli took the things in a stubborn mind, the dry food was not packed, and there was new cloth that had been cut and not sewn in it! Even if it’s all folded up, it still takes up space, and the luggage is bulged.
"Really not staying one more night?" The old man persuaded him while calling his buddy to bring a lamp to give away.
The gerbil thought angrily, this broken house, the asking price is so high, his doctor can't help it!
"It's not me. Our house is clean and tidy. But it happens that there are no guests tonight, except for you...cough, just one person, the house is very spacious, there is no peculiar smell, and the storage is satisfactory."
Moli couldn't resist such an enthusiastic business man, so he quickly left.
The two dogs in the yard were so reluctant to leave, they almost ran with Moli.
"Take it, grab the rope!" The old man knocked on the cane and looked at Moli's back, puzzled.
When I usually visit, the dog barked after a long distance. How come the two dogs turned their elbows out today, denying the owner and even wanting home?
"Grandpa, I looked at that person...unusual identity." The man whispered.
"Speak less and go to sleep."
The old man scolded, and the man squatted his mouth and left with the candle in his hand.
In order to greet the guests who might come in the middle of the night, the guys slept at the door of the outbuilding, and it was cooler in hot weather.
Just as the man lay down, he suddenly saw a figure standing straight behind.
He was so frightened that he almost got out of bed, covering his mouth before yelling.
Fortunately, the candle didn't go out, so the guy could barely see who this person was.
——A monk who came to stay in the evening.
"Master, who are you?"
"Amitabha, I just heard the store yelling and thought I was in trouble." The monk put his hands together and lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Because I heard that there were bandits in the nearby mountains, I couldn't help but worry about the safety of the donor." /
"No, it's okay." The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves and grudgingly said, "There are strong people in the mountains in the west. They are all from the old calendar decades ago, but the place is very evil. In addition, there are old people who drank too much wine and liked to pat the table and say to be a strong man in the west side of Ershan. They have been spread like this all the time, it seems to be true."
The monk is extremely tall, and looks like Kong Wu is powerful.
It's just a white beard. Seeing that he is not young, he is afraid to speak loudly in front of the monk.
Generally, inns do not do business with family members, because many people think that seeing monks and nuns will be unlucky. This argument is especially popular among lower-class coolies and ground ruffians. Also, if you see a bald head, you will lose every gambling, and your money will be gone. It has to be the same as those heads.
They don’t pay attention to these things in the wild shop, but they are not very happy. If it weren’t for this person to look fierce, plus there is really no business today, the house is empty...
The monk chanted a Buddha and walked slowly to the backyard guest room.
"Walking silently, who do you want to scare to death?" The guy complained and turned to sleep.
Outside the wild shop, Moli was walking, and suddenly stopped.
The gerbil dug a head out of his clothes in doubt.
"In the wild shop just now, I always felt that someone was looking at me. Because I didn't have any bad intentions, I thought it was the wife of the shopkeeper and the buddy..."
Now when I think about it, the other person's breath is too weak, unless it's a child.
The gerbil lazily patted the doctor twice, indicating that the ink carp is relieved.
Going to the wild shop is a temporary intention, and the temporary intention is because there is no thread to sew the clothes. How can someone wait for them somewhere? Even if the opponent is a peerless master with deep internal strength, he may have encountered it accidentally.
"Forget it, go to the southwest first, which is said to be a relatively remote place." Moli subconsciously touched the gerbil.
It's soft and feels great.
It's a pity that you can't watch the fat mouse flying needles and thread...Oh, it's the needles and thread to make clothes.