The Heartless Mage Chapter 85: The second person

Wuxin spent a whole day drawing talismans, drawing a mess of people on their backs. A large stack of paper talismans was piled high, and few of them were really valid. At the very least, the painting talisman has to talk about being attentive, but Wuxin's mind is like an empty field, and the wind is passing casually in all directions. Even after ten years of practice, he still can't "fix".

Shengyi sits outside and is regarded as a guard; Saiwei accompanies him in the room, watching him draw one by one endlessly, each of which has smooth strokes, like a painting. When he was drawing, she sat in the corner and didn't dare to make a sound; when he put down the pen with a sigh, she breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Wuxin doing the magic trick, she felt a little uncomfortable; but being a magician is better than nothing, she is like Wuxin, her thoughts are running around in her head: "Anyway, as long as you can read now, there is nothing you can't do. Official business. Which yamen is fatter? Transportation or finance?"

A busy day with no intention to concentrate and no results, can't help but feel a little frustrated. Hanging his head, he neatly packed his pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Facing the glass window, he slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Saiwei walked up to him lightly and saw that he had just picked up the teacup and took a sip of cold tea, then he mustered up his courage to reach out and put a thin piece of peanut candy to his mouth.

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and rolled his eyes to look at her, then immediately opened his mouth to hold the candy, without laughing, but very seriously rolled the large piece of candy into his mouth with his tongue, chewing his cheeks. drum. Saiwei was holding a candy plate in one hand, and seeing that he had swallowed the candy in his mouth, he reached out and fed another piece. Wuxin lowered his eyes, first bit a corner of the candy, then tilted his head to find a good angle, and swallowed most of the rest. His lips rubbed softly over Saiwei's fingertips, and Saiwei shivered, feeling Wuxin like a tame beast - very wild, and very tame.

The room was quiet, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of peanut candy. Saiwei fed Wuxin candy piece by piece, as much as he fed. The two sides didn't speak, as if they were already on the same page. Wuxin suddenly raised his eyes to face her, sipped his mouth full of candy and smiled, the smile was very gentle, and a little bit of flattering, like a cheap little boy, almost a bit pitiful.

Sai Wei looked at him expressionlessly, the blood all over his body rushed into his brain, his face was red with fever, but his hands and feet were so cold that they were about to tremble. "I can't, I can't." She thought confusedly: "He's a genius! I'll post it upside down! I can afford to post it horizontally and vertically. From now on, I won't waste money anymore. Save money to do great things..."

As soon as the door opened, Shengyi came in.

The claustrophobic and sweet air in the room immediately circulated, and Saiwei's mind cooled down, but his heart was still rushing up and down in the cavity, beating wildly. In order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, Shengyi deliberately did not close the door, and only lowered his voice and asked, "Wuxin, are you finished painting? Didn't you say I'm going tonight? I've been waiting for days, but I can't wait!"

Inadvertently, he picked up two paper charms from the table: "You and Saiwei are alone, just stick to your chest."

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the sugar dregs at the corner of his mouth, without looking at Savi. Saiwei's thoughts, he knew; but still the original four words: can't climb high.

Saiwei is not a lonely goose who can follow him everywhere. There are a lot of people involved behind Saiwei. People have many eyes and mixed mouths. If he suffers, Saiwei must suffer too.

Sheng Yi took the talisman, but because she saw Saiwei was still carrying the sugar plate, she didn't give it to her for the time being, and continued to whisper, "Have you heard? Ba Yiniang hasn't seen anyone for two or three days. "

As soon as these words came out, Saiwei couldn't help but feel inexplicable: "Eighth Yiniang is gone? She has no family, where can she go? Junjie is twelve or thirteen years old, she will never have other thoughts, right?"

Sheng Yi raised a finger at her, "shhh": "Be quiet, what's the noise? I can hear it outside. I guess she just eloped. She's just in her early thirties, if she really likes it, she's willing to ask for it. Isn't she better than her being a widow at home?"

Sai Wei waved his hand: "Don't chew your tongue, our own mothers are dead and don't understand, and we still have the time to take care of Junjie's mother? We all have to eat more at night, otherwise we will have no energy at night. That's bad."

When the voice fell, there were light footsteps in the courtyard. As soon as the door opened, it was Ma Junjie who came in.

Although Ma Junjie is a child, he dresses more meticulously than an adult. He wears a small suit that is straight, and there is no dust on his leather shoes. He entered the room like a little wandering spirit. He stood in front of the inner door and looked up at people quietly: "Second sister and third brother, have you seen my mother?"

The second sister and the third brother were very uncomfortable when he stared at him. They immediately shook their heads together, and pretended to be ignorant and innocent and said, "Ba Yiniang never comes to our courtyard. Why, you can't find her?"

Ma Junjie raised his hand to support the door frame, without saying a word, turned his head to look at his nails carefully, and then whispered: "You better go back to Shanghai."

His hands are very white, in the shape of a half-aged child, with slender bones and thin palms: "If you really go to Shanghai, take me with you. I've grown so big, I've never been out of Beijing. ."

Sai Wei asked with a smile, "You patronize and play, don't you go to school?"

Ma Junjie put down his hand: "Do people in our family still rely on learning to eat?"

Then he turns around and walks away.

She gets annoyed when she sees men, including the little man Ma Junjie, who just feels unintentional and pleasing to the eye. As soon as Ma Junjie walked on his front foot, he muttered on his back foot: "What is it? It's a ghost! No wonder Ba Yiniang doesn't care for him. I think he just let an old ghost get on his body."

Sai Wei waved his hand again in a wordless manner, hoping that Seung Yi would keep his mouth shut. Ma Junjie's eccentricity has not been a day or two, and she has always had no interest in this little fifth brother.

The three of them had dinner and waited for dark. Of course, the dark night is not conducive to travel, but the gardeners are busy pruning the flowers and trees in the garden recently, and they are all gathered around the pavilion on the mountain. According to Wuxin's meaning, she acted alone, leaving the siblings to wait in the room; according to Saiwei's meaning, she and Wuxin went together, Shengyi had neither strength nor wisdom, and stayed to watch the house; Shengyi spat directly at the two of them with sullen faces, saying that from now on, no matter what they do, the three of them must act together.

When the night got dark, Saiwei took the lead to open the window and left the house, followed by Wuxin and Shengyi. Although it was dark, it was not yet time to fall asleep, so they walked dodgingly, for fear of being seen, and they were relieved until they entered the garden boundary.

The three wore tennis shoes with rubber soles and walked with ease. Saiwei has a good eye, and he is still the leader. He follows her unintentionally, and at the same time stretches out his hand and pulls Shengyi who is behind him. Shengyi had nothing to do, so he had to carry a flashlight. During the day, the garden may still have some scenery to see, but at night, the flowers and trees sway slightly with the wind, and the clumps are deep and shallow, like ghosts, making people feel only gloomy and cold. After a while, Wuxin heard the faint sound of water, and Saiwei in front of him said softly: "It's almost to the river, the bridge is broken, should we take a detour to cross the river, or row a boat to take a shortcut?"

Shengyi replied: "Let's go boating. If you go boating, you will pass by in no time. If you take a long way, you have to go around at least a mile."

As soon as the two of them asked and answered, they had reached the riverside while they were talking. Wuxin looked around, and saw a rushing river in front of him, which was more than ten meters wide. On the other side of the river were high and low rocks. The rocks sloped all the way up, which was a small mountain; and on the top of the mountain, there was indeed a small pavilion. The night was hazy, and the beauty could not be seen; but Wuxin made some imagination, thinking that if the weather is good season, the small pavilion with river water and green mountains, together with the surrounding flowers and plants, is indeed a featureless beauty.

Although the river is not wide, it is enough for boating downstream, so a few small wooden boats are tied on both sides of the river. Saiwei jumped close to the river, because he often came to play on weekdays, so he untied a small boat with ease, and waved to Wuxin and Shengyi. When everyone was on the boat, she didn't need help, she pulled the wood pulp herself and rowed the boat into the water.

Sitting in the stern of the boat with no intentions, at first she remained silent. Suddenly raising his hand and reaching into the shirt pocket on his chest, he pulled out the iron needle he had been carrying with him. Bending down to probe the iron needle into the water, he found that the river water seemed to contain an attraction, and he was sucking the iron needle into the water.

He held the iron needle and straightened his waist, puncturing his fingertips with the tip of the needle. Smearing a little blood on the iron needle, he reached into the water and tried again. Sure enough, the attraction disappeared, and the iron needle followed the direction of the boat, riding the wind and waves in the river.

Inadvertently, he retracted the iron needle, and immediately pressed his trouser pocket, which contained a few sheets of yellow paper for drawing talismans. He raised his eyes and looked at Saiwei and Shengyi in front of him. He didn't speak, because he didn't want to scare them, he was in a mess - the Ma family is really a haunted house now, and all the places with heavy yin, such as the waterfront, all gathered together. Evil. He couldn't tell where the evil energy came from. In short, it was the same source as the iron needle.

Sawei made three strokes and two strokes, and then landed. When getting on the boat, the shore is flat, but it is difficult when getting off the boat, because for the sake of beauty, the boulders on the shore are in a scattered shape, which is very difficult to settle. The three of them jumped and ran all the way up the mountain. Because they were all excited, it seemed that they only took three steps and two steps to reach the pavilion together.

Although the pavilion is old, it is an exquisite building. It is not a structure with four pillars blowing wind from all sides. There are movable carved zigzags on all sides. Sitting in it, the outside world can't see the truth. In the summer, the roof of the pavilion was damaged, and bricks fell from the ground. Master Ma went abroad before he could send someone to repair it, so the housekeeper simply locked the pavilion to prevent people from going in and in danger. Saiwei knew the situation at home very well, so he hid a pair of pliers in his pocket in advance, ready to use brute force, and twisted the lock directly. However, she took out the pliers and circled the pavilion, and she found that someone had already stepped up and twisted a lock.

Without the control of the lock, the fan will naturally open as soon as it is pushed. Saiwei raised his hand hesitantly and gestured to push: "Did the gardener go in during the day to rest?"

Wuxin stepped forward to block her. Pushing open the fan slowly, he walked in first, only to see that there were no other decorations in the pavilion except for seats around it and a stone table in the middle. Saiwei then entered, turned around in place, and said softly, "It's nothing!"

Shengyi held a flashlight, but didn't dare to turn it on, because she didn't need light yet: "What's so weird? We've been here countless times since we were young, and when did we see something?"

Sai Wei raised his hand and scratched his hair: "What do you mean by mother? Really, there is something to hide from us!"

She was about to answer, but Wuxin suddenly sniffed and sniffed his flashlight. When he pushed the flashlight switch, there was a sudden "card" sound above the three of them. It's like the old door hinge activity, and it's like the chirping of autumn insects.

The beam of light suddenly hit upwards, the three of them raised their heads, and saw a pale face sticking out from under the dark eaves of the pavilion, it was the eighth wife who had been missing for a few days!

The eight concubines are wearing a long cheongsam with colorful patterns, twisted and twisted on the beams and pillars in the pavilion, like a python. Her permed hair was loose, she grinned and made a smile, but her eyes were black and oily, and she couldn't see the white eyes. She lowered her head to face the three people below, and suddenly she uttered a few low and high-pitched chirps.

Before Saiwei and Shengyi screamed, Wuxin suddenly shot and pushed both of them out of the pavilion: "Run!"