After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

Chapter 98 Empty House
  The rain has been falling.

The strong wind drove the black clouds to roll in, and the rain whipped against the window behind me.

Qin Sihai wiped the rain off his face and cursed.

"It's raining so damn hard!"

"No! I can only be trapped in this hellish place!"

Someone next to me spat, "It's so dark in this place, you can't see anything clearly! I have to share the same room with a corpse!"

Qin Sihai also felt very unhappy.

Several people were originally ordered to carry the body back to the Yamen from the seaside. Unexpectedly, the rain became heavier and heavier in this ghost weather, and it was literally smashed in the face.

While walking on the road, my vision was blurred by the rain, so I had no choice but to find a nearby shelter.

"It's really weird. I usually see many people on this road, but why can't I see even one family because of the heavy rain today?"

"You were in such a hurry to hide from the rain just now that you didn't even see where you were?"

It's really dark around here.

Qin Sihai could only use the light of Huo Zhezi to look around.

This is a room in the house. It can be seen that the owner of the room loves to collect various gadgets and gadgets. Everything hanging on the wall and placed on the table are all made of various materials that I have seen and never seen before. , and there was a long knife beside the bed.

"A rich family." Qin Sihai clicked his tongue, "How can this place be an empty house? No one lives in it?"

"Speaking of which, is there such a large empty residence in Zhenchao Pass? No one is there?"

While talking, Qin Sihai had already walked to the bedside, picked up the long knife, and saw the word "seven" engraved on the handle.

An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something. He frowned and looked around the room, "Where is Li Laoba? Why is there no one here where he took us?"

People's inquiries came to my ears, and after a moment, someone replied: "Boss! The old man has peed!"

"He went out to pee in the rain?" Qin Sihai was speechless, "Didn't he go there once on the way?"

"You can't spread it in the house!" Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this.

"But I think this place looks like a place." Someone said.

Qin Sihai's heart trembled, and he heard the name he least wanted to hear - "Nangong Mansion".

"Nangong Mansion? The one who was executed by the royal family? I remember he was not here?"

"Maybe it was the rain that messed up the direction. We were all walking together just now. Who knows where we turned?"

Qin Sihai nodded, "Yes, this place may be Nangong Mansion, and this room may be the room of the seventh young master of Nangong Mansion."

"Isn't the sixth young master the youngest in Nangong Mansion? Why is there a seventh young master?"

"The Seventh Young Master is the illegitimate son of the Nangong Mansion." Qin Sihai said, "The Nangong Mansion came to the Nangong Mansion later, and he had a hard time dealing with the Sixth Young Master."

"It's rumored that the sixth young master doesn't have a very good character, and he doesn't get along well with anyone!"

"But the seventh young master is extremely difficult to deal with." Qin Sihai looked at the long knife in his hand, "the two have very different ideas in the manufacture of mechanical equipment. The sixth young master pays attention to ingenuity and murderous intent; while the seventh young master likes to study some Ordinary things that help people.”

"Then this long knife..."

Qin Sihai said, "Maybe it was given by someone else."

After saying that, he put the long knife back to its original place.

The room fell into silence for a moment.

During the silence, Qin Sihai believed that everyone remembered the bad rumors about Nangong Mansion.

But no one wants to mention it.

Especially now, at this moment.

It rained heavily and the night was as dark as ink.

Just then, someone broke the silence, "I want to pee too."

"You also want to be trapped in the toilet? Like Li Laoba, you haven't come back yet?"

"This guy isn't back yet!"

"I can't hold it in anymore!" The man yelled and rushed out, suddenly making an "ah" sound.

Qin Sihai heard several people cursing, "What's wrong?"

"Damn it, the iron pillar tripped over the corpse!"

Qin Sihai walked over quickly and said, "Don't damage the body. We'll have to do another inspection later!"

Before I walked over, I heard bursts of exclamations.

Qin Sihai had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"how--"

Halfway through the conversation, people arrived at the body.

Qin Sihai froze suddenly when he looked at the corpse under his feet.

The corpse, which was tripped by the iron pillar, lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing half of the white cloth's face. Although he only had half a face, Qin Sihai could still identify the owner of this half face at a glance. It was Li Laoba who had just gone to the toilet!

The strong wind and heavy rain knocked open the window.

All the fires were suddenly extinguished, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The surrounding men, who were accustomed to seeing bloody scenes, couldn't help but fell into a brief panic and kept screaming.

Qin Sihai felt his heartbeat stopped for a moment, but he still suppressed his panic and shouted loudly, "Shut up, everyone! Light the fire!"

"Where's Huo Zhezi!?"

The panicked people were immediately calmed down, and they hurriedly lit the huozhezi.

"Whoosh" twice.

I don't know who flicked a fire stick.

The dim yellow light illuminated the face of the person holding the torch.

Several people subconsciously looked towards the light source.

I saw Li Laoba, who was covered with white cloth just now and lying on the ground, holding up the fire folding piece and yawning, looking at the horrified people with his face covered.

"What happen to you guys?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone grasped the handle of the knife and took a step back, away from Zhao Laoba.

"You, you... you are a human or a ghost!"

Someone had already drawn his sword and pointed at Zhao Laoba and asked.

Monk Zhao Lao Ba Zhang Er was confused.

"I'm Lao Ba! Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Sihai carefully observed Zhao Laoba, observing every detail of his expression.

"Did you go out to use the toilet just now?" he asked.

Zhao Laoba nodded and shook his head.

"No, I just went to pee on the road. How come we are here in the blink of an eye?"

As he said this, Zhao Laoba looked around with the fire folder, "Where is this place?"

"Boss, is he fake?" Someone asked with a trembling voice, "Old Zhao clearly went to the toilet just now. Why is it not on the road?"

Zhao Laoba also looked puzzled, "What happened after I went to the toilet just now? Why don't I remember it at all?"

Not right.

So wrong.

This idea almost appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.

Everyone was silent, except for the constant sound of wind and rain outside the window, hitting the extremely fragile doors and windows, and everyone's extremely sensitive nerves.

Suddenly a thin voice broke the silence.

A familiar requiem tune suddenly sounded out of nowhere, but the female voice singing this tune was extremely shrill, completely different from the usual soothing and soft feeling, with a little charm and a little temptation.

The voice grew louder, as if singing in everyone's ears.

"We, we, we...are there any women here?"

"I was thinking about it just now... isn't this place rumored to be haunted? That sixth young master with lingering resentment?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Qin Sihai scolded: "If there is really a problem, will those immortals choose this place for the weapon refining competition?"

"But those immortals only come here once in a hundred years. Who knows if anything will go wrong in these hundred years!"

"Yes! And...where did the body go?"

The strong wind outside the window suddenly became sharp, and the door of the room burst open.

The whole room was like a hole, and large amounts of rainwater were pouring in like crazy.

One foot stepped in with the rain.

Everyone held their breath for a moment.

The owner of the feet soon came fully in.

The storyteller's face was still as green and white as when he drowned at the seaside. The skin on his face was a little like chicken skin, but his whole body was extremely clean, and he didn't look like he had been soaked by the rain at all.

After him, the door suddenly closed with a bang.

Black clouds billowed above Zhenchao Pass, and lightning and thunder continued.

The rumbling sound of rain was like the stampede of thousands of troops, overwhelming all the sounds in Nangong Mansion.

The only room and light that was lit in the wind and rain finally couldn't bear to be disturbed and was suddenly annihilated in the thick darkness.

(End of this chapter)