Chapter 236

The morning mist in Sanwu Town wet the bluestone road. After driving all night, Qi Fei and Zhong Xiaoyu finally arrived at this long-lost town.

But this time, Qi Fei couldn't hold the hand of the person beside him.

She took off her high heels and put on flat sneakers.

A very strange feeling of things being different, even though this person was by his side.

At the end of the dim alley, two gray shadows gradually appeared.

Moving forward, the outline of these shadows gradually became clear. It was Meng Apo's thin body and the big cat Luosha.

One person and one cat, there was no joy in seeing the owner in their eyes at all. On the contrary, four eyes stared straight at Zhong Xiaoyu, full of hostility.

Luosha's amber eyes revealed a fierce light like a leopard, its hair stood up all over, and it made a "hissing" threat.

"This day, it finally came." Meng Apo's old voice came through the thin mist.

"Hmph~~" Zhong Xiaoyu said contemptuously, "Just a little ghost raised by Zhong Kui, don't hinder our business."

Meng Apo heard this, not only didn't get angry, but grinned, and her dry-wood-like hand reached into her oblique-front clothes and took out a wind chime.

Qi Fei recognized it; this was the wind chime hanging in the wooden house in the mountains.

Only heard "ding-a-ling," that familiar sound came.

Hearing this sound, Zhong Xiaoyu's face changed, and she immediately covered her ears with both hands, shouting: "Stop!"

How could Meng Apo stop? With the shaking of her hand, the sound of the wind chime rang out again.

Still Qi Fei was confused, what was the situation.

Zhong Xiaoyu's hands covering her ears suddenly let go. She straightened up and looked at her clothes with disgust: "Heh, what a boring taste."

Afterward, looking at Qi Fei, she reached out and hooked his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

Qi Fei was overjoyed, Zhong Kui was back.

"You..." Qi Fei looked at Zhong Kui, who was full of energy in front of him, and then at the expressionless Meng Apo and Luosha, not knowing how to organize his thoughts. In his mind, he began to imagine the appearance of the first time he saw Zhong Kui, that wind chime on the gate, and the refreshing sound still in his ears. "Could it be that this wind chime was prepared for yourself?"

"You're starting to get smart, my stupid handsome guy." Zhong Kui was still that frivolous look.

"How did you do it? Why did Meng Apo shake the wind chime and you came back?"

"Very simple, it's just that I did a little bit of conditioned reflex training for myself. Meditation and the sound of the wind chime formed a directional conditioned reflex. After repeated training over the past few years, I can wake myself up through the sound of the wind chime." Zhong Kui said, her eyes cold. "From the beginning, Zhong Xiaoyu was not a trustworthy person. In this world, no one knows who she is better than I do."

"Was returning to Sanwu Town also designed by you?"

"You're wrong, I couldn't exert influence on Zhong Xiaoyu at that time. She knew what she was doing." Zhong Kui had something in her words.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Zhong Kui suddenly avoided Qi Fei's eyes. "I know what she brought you here to find. Follow me." As she spoke, she turned and walked forward.

"Zhong Kui, you are hiding something from me." Qi Fei followed up in two or three steps, pursuing relentlessly.

"If you want to save your father, don't dwell on such irrelevant details." Zhong Kui refused decisively.

Qi Fei was unwilling but knew Zhong Kui was right, so he had to follow her on the bluestone road where the morning mist was gradually dissipating.

They walked past an ancient bridge and turned east into a small alley.

The people in the town hadn't woken up yet, and the sound of several people's footsteps was clearly audible. Not long after, a small arch appeared in front, and the black wooden door was closed tightly.

A worn-out wooden board was placed diagonally against the white wall covered with moss, on which was written in black paint: "Boutique 500 yuan, medium 300 yuan, ordinary 100 yuan, no bargaining."

It seems to be a place to do business.

"No bargaining?" Qi Fei looked back at the long alley he walked over. "What kind of business is this, so arrogant? Sure enough, good wine is not afraid of deep alleys."

Zhong Kui and Meng Apo cast unfathomable eyes at him at the same time, and then Zhong Kui raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door.

Not long after, the sound of unlocking came from inside, and then with a "creak," the door opened. A head poked out from the crack of the door. It was an old man with gray hair, wearing reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking at them sleepily.

The moment he saw Zhong Kui, the old man shivered, and his sleepiness disappeared immediately. He pulled the door open: "Great Immortal, why are you here? Quick, please come in!"

Having not returned to Sanwu Town for a long time, Qi Fei almost forgot Zhong Kui's treatment as a god in this town.

It's just that he remembered that the town usually knew Meng Apo, and Zhong Kui rarely showed up herself.

But the old man in front of him recognized Zhong Kui at once, which made Qi Fei feel strange.

Passing through this small arch, inside was a small courtyard, which looked like it had been there for years.

Along the courtyard wall, various shapes of jars were stacked, some with lids and some without.

"Is it really selling wine?" Qi Fei muttered.

The old man's eyes were blurry, but his ears were not deaf. He immediately turned his head and grinned at him: "Everyone in Sanwu Town knows what I, Lao Feng, sell. I don't sell wine, guess what I sell?"

"This is selling suspense?" Qi Fei was unconvinced and looked around.

Seeing that there were jars in the living room, with 100, 300, 500 written on them, it seemed to be the price written at the door. However, on some of them, dates and names were also written.

These names were all different, and the dates were all the next three days.

Looking at Qi Fei's serious reasoning appearance, Zhong Kui directly gave the answer mischievously: "Don't guess, Lao Feng sells urns."

"Now there are very few handmade ones like ours on the market." Lao Feng was quite proud.

Qi Fei understood now. It turned out that the names on the jars were all people who had died recently. The family members ordered urns from Lao Feng, and the date was the time of cremation. People would not be separated from cremation for a long time after normal death, no wonder they were all in the next three days.

"Our family has been in this business for generations, and it's the tenth generation to me." Lao Feng said, diligently leading Zhong Kui to the living room, busy wanting to boil water and make tea, but was stopped by Zhong Kui.

"Lao Feng, don't be busy, you know what my appearance means." Zhong Kui's voice was so clear, every word was loud in this dim living room.

Lao Feng heard the tin kettle in his hand fall to the ground with a "clatter," and the whole person froze in place.

At this time, Qi Fei noticed Lao Feng's hand, and saw his rough palm, not flat like a normal person, but slightly curved with an arc...