The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 150: Interview with Five-faced Corpse at Night (Part 1)
The post road is smooth and flat, the carriage is stable and comfortable, the tireless five-faced corpse is crunching behind and turning the winch. After watching for a long time, I feel that there is nothing strange about this weird scene. Jonah lifted the silk curtain of the car window and looked. Outside, there are heavy traffic and various types of vehicles. The main post road is divided into three. The innermost side is for fast horse-drawn carriages. Next to it is a special road for low-speed animal carts such as ox carts and donkey carts. The outermost is where rickshaws and pedestrians pass. He had never seen such a modern road with complete facilities and complete construction in the Western and Southern Continents. Even the "Golden Road" from the Tocharian Empire to the capital of Bactria did not have such a rigorous plan. At best, it was a qualified one. That’s the main road,
As the "Chuan Ding" rickshaw headed north, the scenery along the way began to change. The southern part of Nanshang Kingdom was close to the ancient disaster of the Shenghe River. Since ancient times, the climate has been humid and suitable for rice growth. Large areas of rice are planted in the farmland. You can see the post roads on both sides. Many farmers wearing hats are working in the green paddy field. Now it’s approaching June, the rice seedlings are green, and the fields are full of life. Children with bare buttocks are chasing and playing on the ridges. Smoke rises from the thatched cottages in the distance, the sky is wide, the chickens and dogs hear each other, a peaceful scene, walking fifty miles north, the river bank alluvial plain gradually turns into a hilly area, and the post road is like a jade belt passing through the hills, and layered terraces will be The hills are cut into strips, and dark green, light green, dark green, and light green are mixed into a bright watercolor painting.
"Is there no war in the Eastern Continent for a long time." Thinking of the devastated hometown, the 17-year-old couldn't help sighing,
"It's been too long." Long Shenlin replied absent-mindedly, still seemingly not talking about sex,
"Children, it’s not a good thing to have no war. Just like the Western Continent, it’s because of war that there is vitality. Only when there is destruction, there is construction, when there is death, there is new life, and when there is pressure, there is progress. I don’t understand..." Master Busta took out a sleep, opened his eyelids and preached to the two teenagers on the opposite side. He took out a small hip flask, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth. A sip of wine, "What's the name of the man next to you, although I am not interested in you, but I have to introduce each other."
The man in black glanced at him coldly: "Witt Witson."
"You are from Westland." The magician sat up upright a little unexpectedly, and turned his **** face to look at him: "I can't see your face. I always thought you were a local. Witson sounded like Ba The name of Zelal."
"Listen, magician." There was an unfriendly light in the eyes of the man in black. "None of us should get into trouble. After we arrive at Sui Sang, we will go our own way, okay, I respect you The robe on my body, please respect my personal privacy. Not everyone likes to share unnutritious stories with others, right, buddy."
Master Busta was stunned for a moment, and became irritated: "Are you looking down on me? Looking down on the dignified fifth-level fire magician, I can burn the entire carriage to ashes with a single fireball technique, including yours. Look down on people's stinky faces." While speaking, he picked up his staff and gestured to cast magic gestures,
"...huh." Witte Witson stopped talking, cast a color at Jonah, closed his eyes and regained consciousness,
Jonah has no idea about the roles of several people in the car. The magician is obviously an enemy, but in any case he does not look like an enemy. He has not even released any magical fluctuations. I don’t know if he is unsuspecting. , It’s still the ability to raise energy to a certain level, and the ghost’s protector looks like a yin and yang, completely different from the ghost partners he encountered before. Is such a partner trustworthy? Astrologers are the least good at handling interpersonal relationships. He decided I won’t talk any more until I find an opportunity to meet with this Mr. Witson alone, just to prevent trouble,
Jona began to pretend to sleep, Long Shenlin was speechless, and the car fell silent. Master Basda was stunned for a long time, and frustratedly threw the staff away: "Lost and boring." After a while, there was snoring again,
In this strange atmosphere, the sun quickly sank into the western mountains. The old coachman lit up two steam lamps and hung them on the cornices of the car to illuminate the road. This kind of steam lamps are almost the same as those in the Western Continent. There were still cars coming and going on the post road, lights of various colors dangling, hoofs, horse neighs, wheels, and human voices were still noisy. One hour after nightfall, the car finally drove off the main road and followed the branch road. Going three hundred yards and entering a secluded town, Jonah lifted the curtains and saw a dark building. The town was only lit with two or three lights, and it was silent under the night, like a forgotten one. Ruins, "Guests, this place to stay today is here, let’s get off the bus and do some activities, I will arrange the room and dinner for everyone after I park the car." The carved cover on the top of the carriage sounded the voice of the coachman, the carriage slowed down. Pausing slowly, the five-faced corpse made a low mumble sound, and sat down on the platform with a plop. The winch system that had been working for a whole afternoon was hot,
The four people got out of the car one after another and found that the car was parked in front of a hostel. It was said to be a hostel, but it was a small black-and-painted two-story building on which was hung a piece of broken wood of "Nan Yi Yi Inverse Travel" Sign, there is no light in the porch, and no one comes to greet it,
Sensing the surprise of the guests, Old Coachman explained: “This is Nanyiyi Station. It was once a prosperous inn town like Nanyiyi Station. From here, there is an old town called Dongwuli Road. "The same is", backed by Dongyin Mountain, produces the best copper ore and coal in Nanshang Kingdom. It has been a wealthy land for hundreds of years. Later, the coal mine was emptied and the copperware was gradually replaced by ironware. The same is the city. It declined, and was eventually abandoned by people into a dead city. This Nanyi Post also lost its function. Because it was only more than a hundred miles away from the north and south station of Suiyang City, there were almost no horse-drawn carriages staying here overnight. Shangguo ordered the cancellation of the station, and there was no more people here, because we were going to the direction of Nansang, and we had to pass a very dangerous mountain pass tomorrow. We couldn’t walk at night tonight, so we just made it here for one night. … Say it this way, do the guests understand." After speaking, he steered the carriage and turned to the back of the hostel. It turned out that there were steering wheels on the roof, and the steering was similar to sailing.
Looking at the gloomy ghost building under the night, Jona swallowed his saliva. Long Shenlin seemed a little excited. For him who practiced the shadow hiding method "Fairy Dragon", darkness is simply a natural shelter. "Tsk tusk, what is it so dark?" Master Busta said impatiently, "Jonah, can you... By the way, I have a small prop." He took out a small wooden tube from the sleeve of the robe. Unscrewed and shook, the white phosphorus inside lit the wick with vegetable oil, and the flame ignited, "A lot, come with me." He held the flame lighter and swaggered into the hostel,
The man in black looked at Jonah, wanted to say something, looked around, and closed his mouth apprehensively. Suddenly, the astrologer had an idea and deliberately slowed his pace. He drew a few patterns on the ground with his feet. Draw an arrow. The pattern is an oval with three ripples, an hourglass and an eye. The arrow points to an abandoned courtyard diagonally across from the hostel. The boy waited for a few seconds to make sure that Vit Witson saw clearly. , And then erase the pattern with your feet. The three corrugated ellipses are the specific symbols representing "bread" in the western continent, which can be seen in all the communion places where the Anglican Church distributes free dinners, meaning "dinner", and the hourglass is Western. The standard chronograph, stand upside down twice and allow the fine sand to complete a cycle of flow is one hour, meaning "in one hour", the eyes mean "meeting", and of course the arrow points to the meeting place. If it is from the Western Mainland, It makes no sense to not understand such a simple signal. Sure enough, the man in black nodded to him, indicating that he understood,
The astrologer took a deep breath and followed Long Shenlin into the hostel. Like most buildings in the East, the first floor of this small building is empty, with several sets of dusty tables and chairs. , The corpse of an unknown animal fell dead in the corner of the house. It had already been air-dried. The stairs leading to the second floor were wormed out of shape. I don’t know if it can support the weight of an adult.
The faint fire light illuminates a big stiff black face, "Come and sit here, unexpectedly emotional." Master Busta sat down on a bench with a lighter on the bench. On the table, illuminating a few yards of space, Jona slowly walked over, choked with the smell of corruption in the air, coughing, "Sit down, I've wiped the tables and chairs." The magician said triumphantly. "It **** dust with that thing." He pointed to the dried animal carcass,
Four people finally took their seats at the table, occupying the four corners of the square table, "I'm very particular about what I eat, and the environment for eating... This is already pretty good. I hope that dinner will not disappoint me hahaha "Master Basda brushed off a strand of spider silk on the pointed hat indifferently, and said,
"This place is a bit weird." Long Shenlin said, half of his body is hidden in the dark shadow, looking fuzzy,
"Weird I don't know this place, right..." Jonah said, he felt his hair standing straight, and felt that something bad would happen to him,
"Whatever." Witte Witson said coldly,
"Waiting for a long time." At this time, the stairs creaked, and the four people turned their heads together, and found that the old coachman was walking down from the second floor with a tray, "I just went up to check the rooms, two rooms No problem. Dinner is cold wine, dried meat, pancakes and raw green onions. Guests can make do with it. You can have a good meal tomorrow night." He walked over, put the tray on the table, and arched his hands: "I want more Take care of that animal, just take a step first. Tomorrow morning, I will call you all to get up. If you can still get up, by the way, remember that you should never go to the backyard when you are in your childhood and when you are ugly. If you are disturbed, then Beast..."
The voice is still there, the round-faced coachman has left the room leisurely,
Not being polite with others, Master Busta had already picked up the pancakes with dried meat and raw green onions and chewed. At this moment, Jonah was stunned. He thought of a question.