Bai Biao slept in many places when he was on the streets.

The bridges and caves of the dry river, the crumbling ruined temples, the old houses that have been abandoned for a long time, and even the hollow tree holes.

He has slept in these places.

But that happened many years ago.

He has now adapted to the bedroom of Chang's store.

It was an ordinary wing room with brick and stone walls and thick thatched roofs, just like most houses in the city.

The difference is that the windows in the room are on two floors, because the master said that the wind is strong and cold in winter in Pingyang Mansion. He specially installed two floors of windows for his disciples, one floor inside and one floor outside, so that the ventilation will not be delayed in summer and the winter will be warmer.

The only drawback is the taste. The smell of big ingredients is floating all year round in Chang's shops, and sometimes there is a bit of pig shit.

But no matter what it tastes, it tastes better than the prison he was in at this time.

The weather was cold, but there was still a stinking smell floating in the prison.

When he wandered, he had smelled the smell of dead mice, cats and dogs, and the smell of dead people. He was even more accustomed to the smell of rotten rice and vegetables, as well as the smell of rural thatched houses, but he had never smelled the smell of the smell of the current smell.

The smell of the cell is weird, and it may be its unique smell: the smell of despair, the smell of death.

The sky gradually darkened, and the last ray of sunlight passed by the skylight of the cell, and the already dark cell eventually turned into darkness.

The cold wind poured in fiercely from the skylight. Bai Biao felt that he was not in the cell but in a dry well, and what he poured in was not the cold wind but heavy rain.

This thought made him tremble and he quickly grabbed the wooden railing and took a big breath.

"Young man, do you like the smell here very much?" A laugh rang out from the cell next to him, his tone was boring, dry and hoarse.

The sound is not nice, but it saves Bai Biao from his fantasy.

He sat down leaning against the wooden railing and smiled bitterly, "I don't like it, but what can I do?"

The ground was cold. He remembered that there was a stone bed covered with weeds in the cell, so he groped and sat on it.

The stone bed was small, like a tabletop, and had a broken corner. He had to curl up to make himself lie on it.

At this time, the voice next door rang again: "Hehe, brother, if I were you, I would definitely not lie on the stone slab."

"Why?" Bai Biao asked subconsciously.

The dry voice laughed: "Do you think it's a stone bed? In fact, it's a tombstone!"

Bai Biao shivered and shouted, "Nobody!"

"Touch yourself."

Bai Biao reached out and pulled away the thatch and touched the stone bed.

It's cold and stiff.

There are dents.

He shivered and touched with strokes, one stroke, one horizontal, one vertical...

First!

After recognizing the word, he screamed and rushed to the fence gate. Heavy footsteps and cursing voices sounded outside: "Hi, did you catch a ghost? What's the ghost of your ghost?"

A prison head walked up with a torch and a wooden stick.

He rushed to the fence and reached out to hold the wooden stick in. The wooden stick was stabbed on Bai Biao as if it was burned by charcoal. The fire hurts!

"What's the name of a ghost? Is your sister deliberately causing trouble for the uncle? Is she going to die?" The prison chief cursed angrily.

Bai Biao shouted: "Brother, please spare me! How could there be a tombstone in my cell?"

Hearing this, the prisoner fell silent.

After a while, he raised the torch and looked at Bai Biao carefully, and asked, "How come there are tombstones in the cell? Where did you see it?"

Bai Biao pointed to the stone bed and shouted: "It's right there!"

The prison head murmured: "Impossible. It's obviously thrown away, and the tomb robber is dead. Why will the tombstone come back?"

Bai Biao felt chills when he heard this.

Cold from inside to outside.

The prison head shouted, "Who told you that this is a tombstone?"

Bai Biao said, "The eldest, uncle next door? He is the senior in this cell."

He pointed to the cell on the left.

The prison head was stunned.

The torch burned, and the cold wind poured in, and the flames trembled.

In this way, the fire shook and the prisoner's face was bright and dark.

Bai Biao couldn't see him clearly. When he wanted to look carefully, he heard the prison head say in a low voice: "You heard a sound in the next cell. He said you have a tombstone here?"

Bai Biao said in a panic: "Yes, I went over and lie down, and he told me that there was a tombstone under him."

The prison head said again: "But there is no one next door to you."

As soon as these words sounded, Bai Biao felt even colder.

"Besides, even if there is someone next door to you, there is a stone wall between the two of you cells. How did he know where you were lying down when you lie down?"

Bai Biao never thought about this, but after thinking about it carefully, it was indeed strange.

He murmured, "No, how could it be? Why is there no one next door?"

The prison head said slowly: "There was someone next door to you, and a group of tomb robbers were once detained here."

Bai Biao trembled with his lips and said, "Robber, tomb robber? Tomb robber is a death penalty! This is a death penalty? This is a death penalty? No, sir, I will not die..."

"This is not a death row," the prison head said, "We did not catch this group of tomb robbers. They surrendered themselves and said they were robbing their tombs."

"We had not found their identities or verified the crimes they committed, so we put them in this prison first."

"Then, about six days ago, they were all dead and crushed by the tombstone. We heard no screams or calls for help. The next day when we came to check the rounds, they saw their bodies, all of which were crushed into pieces by the tombstone!"

Bai Biao's legs became weak and he slipped softly to the ground holding the fence.

He suddenly realized what was the weird smell in the cell:

After solidification, dryness and rot, the smell of blood.

He is quite familiar with this smell because their shop sometimes has to kill pigs by themselves. The pig blood accidentally flows on the ground and cannot be cleaned in time. This smell comes after it is slightly rotten.

The prison head was in a bad mood, and he said to himself: "We knew something strange happened, so we cleaned up the body and threw away the tombstone. Then the prison area was empty."

"Really speaking, we have checked the prison area these days, and it's all right, so we locked you in again."

"It seems that this is a wrong decision. We have all forgotten that today is the seventh day of the death of the tomb robbers, and the first seven days for them to return to their souls!"

Bai Biao shouted: "Stop talking, stop talking! Sir, you are scaring me! This must be the arrangement of the Tianjian. You deliberately scared me! There are no ghosts at all, so where are there ghosts? I am not afraid of ghosts! There are no ghosts!"

The prison head laughed at this and said, "Haha, yes, you are very smart. It seems that I didn't scare you."

He smiled lowly, raised the torch and turned around and left.

When the figure disappeared, he said again: "Don't be afraid, it's not a tombstone but a stone desk. You just felt the word "first" and misunderstood. If you touch it carefully, you will know that it is engraved on it, "Worry about the world first and worry about it."

Bai Biao felt more at ease. He hurriedly rushed up and reached out to continue to touch the words on the stone tablet. The second word was very simple: one stroke, one stroke and one stroke...

father!

Father!

Bai Biao screamed and stepped back. He then reacted: How did the prison head know that he had only touched the word "first" just now?

He screamed again, but no one came this time no matter how much he screamed.

The entire prison area became dark and gloomy, and was depressed and silent!

He screamed for a while and felt tired and cold, so he hugged his arms and retreated to the corner of the door. Then he turned his head inadvertently and saw a black shadow standing at the door of the cell.

Or there is a black shadow floating.

The bleak moonlight shone through the skylight, and it had no feet.

When the black shadow saw him turn around, he whispered: "Don't be afraid, young man, I'm not a human, I'm a ghost..."

"Ahhhh!"

Bai Biao howled and the black shadow waited safely.

When he shut up, the black shadow said, "Young Master, I'm not here to scare you, nor to harm you. I'm just cold feet. I'm going to buy you a pair of shoes. Look, I have money."

He stretched out his arm, and there was a gold baht on his palm.

Bai Biao rolled and crawled backwards and shouted, "I don't want it! I won't sell it!"

The black shadow floated in through the fence gate and said, "Sell me a pair of shoes, I'll give you a gold baht."

"I won't sell it, you go! Go!"

"Sell me a shoe, I'll give you a gold baht!"
To be continued...