The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 678 Good Dreams Tonight
After that, everyone just lowered their heads to eat in silence for a while.

Especially the hunter and the scholar, they hurriedly finished the food on the table and specially packed a few steamed buns and side dishes to take back, as if they had made up their minds not to go out.

Liu Sheng and Taibai Jianxian took advantage of the situation and opened two guest rooms in Guangfeng Building.

The man wearing a felt hat was probably a passing merchant from another place. Despite his aunt's repeated persuasion, he insisted on continuing on his journey.

As a result, he came back after a short while.

At this time, Liu Sheng and Taibai Jianxian were still leisurely eating the remaining dishes. Taibai Jianxian even asked Liu Sheng for a jar of pear blossom wine and drank it by himself.

When Liu Sheng's aunt, the shopkeeper, saw that there were no customers, she hurriedly pulled Li Xiaoer to clean up the mess and prepared to close and lock the door.

Just as she walked to the curtain, there was a sudden bang outside, the door was pushed open, a gust of howling wind and snow blew in her face, and a man rushed in hurriedly, which scared her.

The man's body and face were covered with snow. He was panting and kept shouting:
"It's dark, it's completely dark outside! What a heavy snowstorm!"

Perhaps he felt really suffocated wearing the felt hat covering his face and had difficulty breathing, so he hurriedly took off the felt hat and threw it aside.

As soon as he took off his hat, his high nose, deep eyes, dark green eyes, and messy dark brown beard were revealed, which was obviously very different from the Tang people.

This is the characteristic of the people in Mobei.

When the aunt saw that it was a person from Mobei, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes.

But after all, Xiaoluyuan is not far from the border, and now there is trade between the two places. Although it is separated by the Changxing Mountains, people from Mobei will occasionally pass by.

So she didn't care that much.

What I am more concerned about right now is the news brought by this person from Mobei.

"What do you mean it's completely dark?" she asked anxiously.

"Yeah, what time is it now?" Li Xiaoer scratched his head, looking puzzled. "I remember when we opened, it should be... noon, right?"

"By now, only an hour has passed, which means it is close to the hour of Wei." The aunt frowned and spoke in a hurried voice.

"That means it's an hour earlier, right?" Li Xiaoer slapped his head and said, "Yesterday, it was still dark at 3 p.m.!"

Upon hearing this, my aunt hastily lifted the curtain that was as thick as a quilt. It was indeed pitch black outside, and the door, which had not been closed in time, was shaking helplessly in the wind and snow.

She stepped over and quickly closed the door.

When he turned around, his face looked uneasy.

Li Xiaoer hurried forward, "Mother..."

"Come on, go back to bed."

The aunt looked at the bewildered Mobei man and the two guests who were still eating and drinking and seemed not to be affected at all, and said, "It's evening, Guangfeng Restaurant is closed, and all the guests should go and rest."

At this time, Uncle Li heard the noise and came out from the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and asked, "Madam, why are you closing the business?"

Because the doors and windows of Guangfeng Building were tightly closed, not a breath of wind or light could get in. Candles were burning everywhere in the house, making the room brightly lit.

So Uncle Li was also completely clueless.

But my aunt explained softly: "It's dark."

Uncle Li understood immediately, looked at the three guests, and said, "Please make yourselves at ease, we will go and rest..."

Before he finished speaking, all the candles suddenly went out.

Guangfeng Tower was plunged into darkness in an instant.

The man from Mobei who had just broken in was frightened by the sudden darkness. Even the sounds around him seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness, leaving only endless silence.

Just then, a slight sound startled him and his heart jumped again.

Rustling.

It turned out to be the sound of opening a tinderbox.

With a clang, a faint firelight suddenly lit up, illuminating the lower half of the shopkeeper's face, which looked very pale.

"My apologies to my guests, I will take you back to your room to rest."

The firelight enveloped the table where an old man and a young man sat, and the two nodded, agreeing not to object.

The man from Mobei was a little hesitant, but he had just seen the situation outside and finally had to stay overnight.

So the three of them followed the faint light of the fire held by the shopkeeper's wife, stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs, and went to the second floor.

The Mobei people saw that there were only four guest rooms on the second floor.

Fortunately, there are only three of us now, otherwise there wouldn’t be enough space for more.

The shopkeeper first said to the Mobei man, "Big brother, why don't you stay in the second room, Room B? Room A faces the stairs and can be... noisy sometimes."

The people of Mobei thought that there were not many people in Guangfenglou at the moment, so it was impossible for them to make a noise, but they just went along with it. The shopkeeper continued:
"Girl, please stay in Room C next door. It's quite spacious."

"Old man, you live here. It's quieter here and closer to your granddaughter. If anything happens, you can take care of her in time."

The keys were handed to the three people, and the arrangement was complete.

Finally, the shopkeeper's wife held a candle, and the flame flickered on her pale face.

"Everyone remember, no matter what noise you hear at night, don't leave the room..."

Then she turned around, and the firelight was blocked by her figure, leaving only a hazy light behind her, dragging out a long black shadow.

The man from Mobei watched the shopkeeper's wife walk downstairs step by step. The candlelight moved down little by little and gradually disappeared in the building.

Darkness returns.

The Mobei man quickly took out the spirit lamp, shone it on the lock on the door, and opened the door with the key.

Looking at the grandfather and grandson next to them, they were also unlocking the door, but it seemed that they did not need any light.

The woman next to him seemed to feel his gaze, raised her head, took a look, gave a faint smile, and pushed the door open.

With a bang, the door closed.

The old man in front of the room at the edge was outside the illumination range of the spirit bead lamp and could not be seen clearly. Only a relaxed laugh could be heard.

"What's your name, little brother?"

The Mobei man was stunned. He didn't expect the old man to ask his name at this time. He immediately replied, "My name is Sanjar."

"Okay, Sanjar, have a sweet dream!"

The other party did not leave his name and went into the house after saying this.

Sanjar was still a little confused, but he was the only one in the corridor now. Behind him, under the railing, was the lobby on the first floor of Guangfeng Building, but it was as deep as a sunken black hole.

The short corridor was silent and darkness shrouded both ends. It seemed that the places that the spirit lamp could not reach were extending infinitely into darkness.

It was so quiet that the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Suddenly, there was a soft squeaking sound.

There was a faint creaking sound coming from the wooden stairs next to it, as if someone was tiptoeing to go up to the second floor, deliberately covering up the sound.

Sanjar's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shone the spirit lamp towards the stairs.

No one is empty.

I felt even more confused, thinking about what I heard during dinner just now, and the dozens of people missing from Little Green Garden...

I don't know whether he died or ran away.

But Sanjar vaguely formed a picture in his mind - dozens of people in the first-floor lobby were looking up at him trembling in the dark.

Thinking of this, Sanjar shuddered all over and hurriedly opened the door, but tripped over the threshold and fell in.

The spirit lamp in his hand rolled to the ground, shook, and went out.

The sudden darkness made him panic for a moment.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, carrying the smell of braised beef, and it was getting closer and closer.

The smell reminded him of the chef who had been busy in the kitchen.

A chill crept up Sanjar's back, and he trembled as he asked, "Is it...is it you, the chef?"

No one answered.

Only the smell of braised beef lingered in my nose.

And it's getting thicker.

He quickly groped on the floor and finally found the Lingzhu Lamp, and polished it again with trembling hands.

The lights came on and there was nothing in sight.

Even the smell has faded.

He looked outside the dark door, stood up in a panic, and slammed the door shut.

The darkness kept me out, and a sense of safety arose.

My body, which had just been chilled by the wind and snow and had not yet warmed up, finally felt a little warm.

warm.

I'm just sleepy.