Chapter 249:

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The butler steadily led the crowd to the end of the corridor, and they stopped in front of the Gaojiazhai where the eaves disappeared.
Due to the structure of the Gaojiazhai, the long corridor cannot be built directly to the stairs of the Gaojiazhai, so they must pass an open-air route before they can enter the Gaojiazhai.
In normal times, he could use Xiaohuangben to summon the Eternal Soul Umbrella, but by coincidence, the Eternal Soul Umbrella was taken away by Shen Mirage.
Or if the rain is a little bit lighter, walking past it is to walk in the rain, but now this kind of downpour, things that are not covered by the rain will be drenched.
Or just... go straight back?
Xiao Li looked at the back of the housekeeper walking straight into the rain, lost in thought.
"Steward Sun, don't have an umbrella for us?" Luo Shan raised her tone and called the butler in front of her who was bleak in the rain.
The housekeeper stood in the rain, his voice mixed with the sound of the rain floating over: "I'll get you umbrellas."
Wang Huai sighed, "No, I have it here."
He found three umbrellas from his task book. The colors of the three umbrellas are red, orange, and yellow. The umbrella bodies are not big, like the uniform configuration used by kindergarten children.
"It can only take ten minutes at most, otherwise the souls of the triplets will recover." Wang Huai solemnly warned everyone, "Everyone squeeze and run over."
Ye Zeqing held up a small red umbrella and walked towards Xiao Li.
Xiao Li didn't move.
Ye Zeqing: "Don't go?"
Xiao Li suddenly turned his head: "Did you hear a sound?"
If someone else showed such an expression, Ye Zeqing would still not fluctuate, but it was Moriarty who did this in front of him, so he followed and listened carefully to the surrounding movement, and finally said: "No, the rain is too big. , Can't hear it at all, is it crying?"
"No," Xiao Li said, "it's another voice, coughing."
He added: "It's like an old man with phlegm in his lungs, the kind who is dying."
Xiao Li said that he pulled Ye Zeqing to where he was standing, and pointed at the pond across from Gaojiaozhai.
This time I don’t know if it was the psychological effect described by Xiao Li. Ye Zeqing only felt that he had vaguely heard the voice described by Xiao Li: "Cough, cough, cough."
It's just that the sound was washed by the rain, leaving only the last echo, making everyone unsure.
Wang Huai: "Since this sound is as irregular as crying, let's go ahead and see what Sun Yaoming is asking for us."
He and Ye Lingshi squeezed under a small yellow umbrella and ran over quickly.
And Xiao Li was about to step into the rain, and the purple umbrella flashed past his eyes.
Shen Mizhi held the umbrella steadily, his knuckles clean and strong, lined with the dark purple handle, it looked very nice.
Before Xiao Li gave his reaction, the youth said with a little smile under the umbrella: "You won't like the dinner here. I brought you supper, but you can't eat too much."
Xiao Li walked under the purple umbrella, and the broad umbrella surface unexpectedly tilted in the direction where he was.
Ye Zeqing, who was left alone, hesitated to speak, put the little red umbrella on his shoulders, and enjoyed it exclusively.
...
When the crowd arrived at Gaojiazhai, the Patriarch of the Sun family had been waiting for a long time. Sun Qilin and three other middle-aged men were there. They were wearing dark green Tang suits with primitive patterns embroidered on them. Tang Huaqing was sitting in one of the men Next to them, the two talked happily and chatted vigorously.
"Hey," Wang Huai whispered in a voice that only they could hear, "the old ghost of the Sun family has encountered something."
Ye Zeqing: "How to say?"
Wang Huai: "There are only six original chairs here. Those who are waiting for us are moved here temporarily. The legs of the chairs were obviously wetted by rain. Obviously, they didn't intend to invite us to dinner together. What they changed their minds temporarily was that the situation at home was out of control, and it was very serious. For these stubborn old ghosts who have never entered the dungeon, the rise and fall of the family is greater than the actual survival."
"Now, we have been temporarily invited, and their attitude is not lukewarm. This shows that the referee has given them a solution, but Sun Yaoming doesn't want to stand on the team so early. He hasn't made a decision yet, so we intervene. , Or choose the court directly."
Before Wang Huai had finished speaking, the old ghost of the Sun family saw him and tapped the wooden seat with his thumb wearing a jade finger: "Wang Huai, I haven't seen him for some time, he really has grown up. "
Wang Huai: "Uncle Sun is praised."
They complimented each other, Xiao Li sat at the end, staring at the food on the table in a daze.
No wonder Shen Mirzhi would say that he does not like to eat. The dish closest to him is the deep-fried grasshopper. It is too close to Xiao Li, and he can even see the fine hairs on the grasshopper's legs...
Even with the exception of these few deep-fried insects, the other dishes are all delicious and delicious, and Xiao Li completely lost his appetite
Let's eat the boyfriend's loving bento.
Xiao Li fell silent, only greeted a few symbolically when Wang Huai introduced him, and kept drinking the drink in the cup until Shen Mirage held down his cup and poured the rest of the drink into his cup. Here, he changed his warm tea.
Their actions in private did not attract the attention of others. Wang Huai over there was chatting with Sun Yaoming. He had successfully brought the topic to the "weird sounds" of the Sun family in recent days.
Wang Huai didn't use crying to describe it. Instead, he used a strange sound to imply that the other party had already grasped some information.
But the old ghost of the Sun family is as steady as a rock. His face has always been smiling, leaving a three-point leeway. He only said that for the time being, he doesn’t need the help of reincarnations. Their Sun family can handle their own affairs, but if necessary, he must Go to visit.
Wang Huai hinted a few more times, but never succeeded.
The rain outside Gaojiaozhai was heavier.

The dinner was over. This time Steward Sun did not lead the way. He had to stay and direct his followers to clean up the mess.
There are lights on in most of the main corridors, but there are still lights in some corners that are broken or not installed at all, so people are not walking fast, but they feel like walking under the eaves.
The lights here are not incandescent lights hanging on the roof, but romantic night lights. Some are installed under lotus leaves, and some are installed on tree trunks. As usual, this looks very elegant, but it is very likely here. It's not so beautiful in a haunted rainy day.
This kind of night light that is not very bright is even more faint in the dark night, and every time the wind blows, it can bring out a bit of dark shadows that rub each other, which is frightening.
Wang Huai was at the forefront, discussing with Gong Mingming about the outside world and contacting foreign reincarnations.
Xiao Li stood side by side with Shen Mirage and fell to the end.
He didn't speak at first. He wanted to ask Shen Mirchi what he bought, but before he asked this sentence, he suddenly raised his head towards the corner
"What's the matter?" Shen Mirage asked.
Xiao Li looked at the corner hesitantly, and finally said, "I seem to see a dark shadow."
He used the word "like", which was immediately obvious to him.
But it was a very mysterious feeling just now, like a shadow on the retina quickly walked past. This is probably an illusion caused by a light problem, so it's not certain.
Shen Mirage glanced over there again: "Nothing."
Xiao Li retracted his gaze, and then walked forward.
To get back to the guest room from Gaojiaozhai, they still have a long way to go.
Outside the corridor, the sound of rain continued, and the water level of the pond in the Sun’s house rose more than a little bit.
Just when everyone was walking in the sound of rain, some kind of sound mixed in, gradually approaching them.
"Wh, huh, huh, huh, huh..."
Because it was covered by the sound of rain, the sound was so inconspicuous. When its volume increased to a certain level, it was heard by everyone.
Wang Huai retracted his footsteps, leaned his back against the wall, and said vigilantly: "The cough is closer."
"Ahem, eh, eh, eh..."
If the sound of coughing was mixed with rain before, now it is the sound of rain mixed with the cough, and everyone can already hear the source of the cough.
It was obviously made by a man. It had a thick voice, not dryness, but a wet cough full of old phlegm, a heart-piercing cough, as if it would choke from a cough in the next second, but every time it arrived At a peak, the owner will always slow down his coughing speed, and once again ease it.
"It's approaching us." Ye Zeqing quickly and systematically took out a stack of yellow paper from his coat pocket and put it in the palm of his hand. "It's closer, it's closer—"
The cough is still in my ears.
This time, in addition to these uncomfortable coughs, there was also a long sigh.
It was like a patient, knowing that he was dead soon, he let out the last sigh in his life, and couldn't help coughing: "Hey...cough cough cough cough cough... hey..."
When the last sigh sounded, Roshan had goose bumps, because it seemed to be in her ears!
Just like this sick ghost, coughing into his ear!
At this moment, the yellow paper in Ye Zeqing's hand suddenly folded, and he pointed to the turn in the corridor ahead
Under the night light of peony flowers at the turn, a hump-backed shadow slowly walked over.
It was a bent old man with wrinkles all over his face and a hunchback. He covered his mouth with one hand, coughing constantly, and walking towards the samsaras, muttering to himself Whispered: "Ahem, my illness is getting more and more serious, you say, why only I have this disease?"
At first it was only intermittent complaints, but soon, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes changed:
"Such as, if you can get it, that's fine, cough cough cough, hey..."
As he approached, there was a strong smell of medicine and decay that rushed towards the reincarnations.
Just as the sick ghost was about to reach out to catch the person in front of him, a cold voice interrupted the sick ghost's words: "How long have you been sick?"
The sick ghost froze for a moment, and withdrew his hand, perhaps thinking about teasing the person in front of him before starting. He still replied, "Cough, I think about it, but it's not long, just a few months. This disease is coming soon. , Die soon, cough cough cough."
Xiao Li then asked, "No doctor can cure you?"
"Yes, they can only look at me, cough, cough, and die." The sick ghost showed a penetrating look, "Is it really unfair?"
"Well," Xiao Li took out a business card, moving smoothly like a medical salesman, "If you don't mind, I know a doctor who is very successful in seeing a doctor. You can ask him to see it for you."
Before the sick ghost could answer, as the white light on the business card flashed by, an atypical doctor wearing a beak mask came to them actively. He turned his head and greeted Xiao Li friendly: "Xia Patient Locke, we met again, is there something I want to treat—"
He was halfway through, and he had noticed the sick ghost who couldn't help coughing. His eyes lit up immediately, his tone of voice rose, and he rubbed his hands excitedly: "Oh, oh, new cases, it's a type I haven't seen before! new challenge!"
Doctor J was extremely happy.
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