Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 283 Illusion
"Three sisters!"

Seeing his relatives, the second young master was both surprised and happy, but Rhubarb next to his leg suddenly let out an irritable low voice: "Wow!"

Fang Yao turned sideways and rubbed Rhubarb's head, then pushed it into the carriage.

The second young master thought of Fang Yao's words again, and the joy on his face instantly became stiff.

"Second brother..."

The Lord of Yiping County didn't seem to be aware of his brother's abnormality at all, but his eyes were red, and he looked at him with a hoarse voice, "Fortunately, the second brother is also here. I thought I was lost alone."

The second young master was in a daze.

The familiar face in the dark purple carriage coincided with the third sister who cried to him after being wronged as a child.

With a sore heart, he jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the Yiping County Lord along the deep snowy road.

"Third sister, you, are you okay?"

"It's okay, second brother, what should we do at this time..."

The Lord of Yiping's voice became hoarse, and the second young master was very distressed when he heard it. He quickly turned his head and pointed at Fang Yao, and said, "Third sister, don't worry, the master is here, we will be fine."

"Ah, Master Fang is here too."

The Lord of Yiping's eyes passed through the flying snow and ice, and fell on Fang Yao's face, his lips were purple with cold, and he murmured softly, "It's so...very good."

The two chatted casually, and the second young master couldn't stand the wind. After thinking about it, he got into his own carriage and took a ride with the Yiping county master.

Fang Yao walked towards the carriage of the National Teacher's Mansion parked at the front, the two pulling horses seemed to be frozen, and their spirits were a little sluggish.

She circled around the two carriages of the National Teacher's Mansion a few times with difficulty, and Yang Gao guarded the side with a long knife.

Fang Yao noticed that apart from a few messy footprints in front of the carriage, the snow in other places was very smooth, as if it had been tampered with deliberately.

As for those few footprints, Uncle Wang should have stepped on them himself.

She walked between the two carriages and stopped again, squinted her eyes and carefully looked under the axle, then got up and waved her hands, and returned to her own carriage with Yang Gao.

As soon as the lattice door was pushed open, Da Huang, who was shrinking in the corner, squeezed over.

"Master, what happened?"

"Have."

Fang Yao leaned out half of her body, put her snow-soaked gown outside the door and wrung it dry, then returned to the carriage, and said in a low voice, "Except for the wheel marks of our cars, there are no other carriages on this road at all. Pass."

Yang Gao's eyes widened, "Then Uncle Wang is lying to us!"

"Shh..."

The lattice door was not closed tightly, leaving a palm-width gap. Fang Yao glanced at a few servants and guards of the National Teacher's Mansion not far away who were whispering together, and frowned slightly, "Keep down."

Yang Gao was very annoyed, followed her gaze, and said bitterly: "I'm afraid, those few are not enough for me to drink a pot, I'm not afraid to go together."

As long as he said it, his voice was indeed much lower.

"No, what I mean is, it's still not sure whether Uncle Wang is lying or not." Fang Yao's beautiful eyebrows frowned.

Yang Gao doesn't understand, so, the facts are in front of him, why his master is still helping others to speak.

Looking at his appearance, Fang Yao knew what he was slandering, and asked in a low voice: "Among these few people, do you see anyone who looks like the gray shadow just now?"

Yang Gao shivered for a while, and said: "That's not true, master, that gray shadow is a toy after all, could it be true..."

"No."

Fang Yao narrowed her eyes and said firmly, "There are no ghosts in this world."

"what……"

Yang Gao was completely dumbfounded, the master is really completely different from those monks and priests he has seen before!

He was confused, and said, "If it's not a ghost, then what is it?"

Fang Yao pursed her lips, "Maybe..."

Before she could finish speaking, suddenly, there was another loud exclamation outside.

The two hurriedly looked out, only to see Uncle Wang pointing to the distance and shouting, "Man, someone is coming!"

Yang Gao was very fast, pushed the lattice door, and his round body squeezed out. Fang Yao followed closely and ran to Uncle Wang and the others.

The wind outside didn't know when it stopped, and the surroundings were quiet.

Fang Yao was wearing a mask, and only felt that her eyes were clear.

Without the raging wind and snowflakes, everything is so clear, and even the outline of the distant snow-capped mountains stretching to the sky can be clearly seen.

As for Uncle Wang and the others, in the dark scene half a mile ahead, there were some blurred lights and shadows shaking.

"Great! It must be the national teacher and Master Fan who found out that we were missing and sent someone to look for us!"

Uncle Wang lifted the lantern and ran towards those people, shouting excitedly: "Here! We are here!"

Their shouts naturally alarmed the people in the carriage, and the second young master lifted the curtain, very anxiously: "What's the matter, what's the matter, is someone finally looking for us?"

As he spoke, he also saw the light and shadow in the distance, and excitedly turned his head to the Yiping County Lord who was sitting firmly inside, "Third Sister! Someone really came!"

The county magistrate of Yiping smiled slightly: "Since this is the case, how can we let Uncle Wang go to bother others alone, we will drive there quickly and meet Master Fan and the others."

"Yep!"

The Second Young Master hurriedly greeted his servants and guards, and drove the two carriages towards them.

Yang Gao also took the initiative to lead the horse, but when he passed by Fang Yao, he found that she didn't move at all, and couldn't help wondering: "Master, why don't we go over?"

Fang Yao's eyes still fell there, and she frowned slightly: "Those people don't look right."

Yang Gao paused, and tentatively asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's too dark... I can't see clearly, I can't see anything clearly."

Fang Yao looked at a group of figures surrounded by darkness in the distance, which formed a sharp contrast with the clear and bright eyes in other places in the mask.

Yang Gao was a little speechless, scratching his head, "The sky is so dark, and the distance is so far away, it's normal that we can't see clearly."

But Fang Yao's brows became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, a flash of spiritual light struck a string in her mind.

She whispered in shock: "Phantom?!"

"what?"

Yang Gao's face was full of confusion, his mouth was opened, and he was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that the light and shadow not far away seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, with shadows and people crowded inside.

"Hey...why, why are there so many people all of a sudden?"

Uncle Wang, who was running at the front, stopped.

People, people everywhere.

Men in colorful robes, women with white garlands, and children holding black chickens, ducks, and geese formed a circle, looking at the huge platform in the middle.

Torches were planted around the high platform, and the flames flickered.

Something was ablaze in the middle of the platform.

White smoke rose, and people raised their arms and shouted.

Black smoke rose, and people prostrated themselves in prostration.

Black and white are slowly intertwined, like a strange picture scroll, spreading out silently in the night.

(End of this chapter)