The poisonous path of the sick and reborn

Chapter 34

"Candied haws, sweet and sour candied haws!"

"Sell buns! Thin-skinned meat buns with big stuffing!"

"..."

The streets are bustling, filled with the cries of hawkers.

"Hey, boy! You don't want to live anymore, do you? How dare you steal my buns!"

Hearing the sound of stopping, Bai Mo quickly stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth regardless of the red back of his hand being slapped, took another one from the steamer, and quickly fled out before the opponent slapped him again.

"Stop! Brat, stop for me!"

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop shouted as he chased after him. This is not the first time for this kid. I don’t know how many steamed stuffed buns have been stolen from him these days, not to mention seriously affecting his business, and making people think that his steamed stuffed bun shop is not clean!Is this worth it?His old Chen's steamed buns have been made for decades, and he has never been suspected of being unclean. His reputation has been ruined by this kid.

Today he must arrest this kid to see the official.

Bai Mo put the steamed bun he just stole in his arms and ran forward desperately, but he hadn't eaten for three days before, and he was beaten up just before going out, so his physical strength is naturally not as good as the steamed stuffed bun shop owner who is in his prime , Seeing that he was about to be caught, he suddenly turned a corner, got into an inn, went upstairs, pushed open a door and hid in.

"You're lucky, boy!" After looking at the name of the inn, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop didn't chase after him any more, just spit and cursed and went back.

Leaning against the door and eavesdropping for a while, finally confirming that the other party did not come after him, Bai Mo heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground as if exhausted.

"Knock knock."

The sudden knock on the door made Bai Mo's body tense up suddenly.

"Guest officer, an unexpected guest entered your room just now, do you need help?"

"It's okay, you go down."

"Yes."

It wasn't until the other party spoke that Bai Mo realized that there was someone in the room. He turned his head stiffly, and then his expression became even more stiff.

He had never seen such a good-looking person, not even his mother.

"If you're fine, you can go." Sensing the other party's gaze on him, Qin Si frowned.

"I'm sorry to disturb you!" Bai Mo apologized again and again, touched the still warm bun in his arms, and smiled at Qin Si, "Then I'll take my leave first."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Qin Si got up and walked to the door, only to find that the restriction just set up was intact.

Usually in this case, if it is not that the boy has some treasures on him, it is that he has a special constitution.

And just now Qin Si didn't find any magic weapon or the aura of a cultivator on the other party, obviously only the latter possibility.

In Qin Si's memory, there is no impression of such a person, and there is no mention of such a person in the original text.However, in the original text, there is a female harem with the same physique as this young man. Her name is Bai Yi, and she is one of the three aristocratic families. No, it should be called the most talented cultivator of the Bai family, one of the two aristocratic families.

The boy just now should have some relationship with the Bai family.

Qin Si took out the task jade slip and stroked it in his palm. There was only one task content: investigate the Qin family's annihilation.

The moment Qin Si got the jade slip that day, he recognized that it was Qing Su's handwriting. His master must have expected that he would come back for revenge.

"Oh, I really had a bad luck yesterday."

"Let that kid escape again?" The visitor looked sympathetically at the pile of unsold buns in the bun shop.

"Not to mention, that kid actually escaped into Yuntian Tower and was not kicked out. Is this okay? If he escapes every time he steals a bun in the future, I can still do business?"

"Really? When I passed by and was accidentally pushed in, I was invited out. What's the background of that kid?"

"What else is there? Isn't it just a little beggar? I just hope that this little plague god will not come again today."

"Okay, stop talking, and bring me a basket of steamed stuffed buns."

"okay!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Qin Si kept walking and turned into the alley beside the street.

The secluded alley isolates the bustling streets outside in an instant. The road is paved with large bluestone slabs. The courtyard walls on both sides are covered with green leaves. You can still see a lot of green moss between the wind blowing. It is a rare and clean place in this imperial city.

A few passers-by hurried past as if they didn't see Qin Si.

Qin Si stepped on the bluestone slab step by step, and there was a faint scent of flowers in the slightly damp, inexplicably, a young boy who didn't know the world appeared in his memory, leading a woman who looked like a young woman, walking on this road over and over again. go through.

That is the original memory of this body.

Qin Si stopped in front of a mansion. There were two roaring lions standing at the entrance of the mansion. The word "Qin Mansion" on the plaque of the mansion was majestic.

"Squeak."

At this moment, the side door was suddenly opened, and an old man with white hair and beard came out tremblingly holding a broom.

"Little brother, what's the matter with you? No one has been here for many years!"

Seeing the old man, a name suddenly appeared in Qin Si's mind, "Are you Uncle Qin?"

Hearing this name abruptly, Uncle Qin dropped the broom in his hand to the ground with a snap. He looked Qin Si up and down, tears streaming down his face, "You are... the young master?"

"Ah."

"Young master, the young master is back! God has eyes! God has eyes!"

After a while, Uncle Qin finally recovered from his excitement, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face, "The old man was rude, and made the young master laugh. Come on, let's enter the house, and I will open the door for you."

The heavy door that had not been opened for more than ten years slowly opened with a long creaking sound, revealing the pale appearance of this once oldest cultivation family.

"Back then, I escaped because I went back to my hometown to pay homage. When I came back, the main house was burnt down, so I could only wrong the young master to rest in the side house." Uncle Qin's voice was still trembling.

"Please sit down, young master." After wiping the stool clean, Qin Bo greeted Qin Si.

Just now when he entered the house, Qin Si used his divine sense to 'look' at the Qin family. As expected, there is only this partial house left in the Qin family today, and the rest of the houses are just like the old one more than ten years ago. The fire turned to ashes.

Qin Si poured a cup of tea for Uncle Qin with the teapot that Uncle Qin brought over just now, "Uncle Qin, sit down."

"Young master, let our servants do these rough jobs." Uncle Qin trembled slightly as he took the teacup, but his eyes were full of relief, "In a blink of an eye, the young master has grown so big, if the ancestors of the Qin family You should rest in peace when you see it.”

"Oh, I'm getting old, so I like to babble, blame me, young master hasn't had breakfast yet, I'll cook for you." Uncle Qin stood up and patted Qin Si's hand.

Not used to being touched suddenly by others, but Qin Si did not avoid it, and only put it down after Qin Bo withdrew his hand, "No, I came out after eating."

"That's right, it's getting late now, I'm confused." Suddenly thinking of something, Qin Bo said to Qin Si: "Young master, please follow me."

Perhaps because he was too excited, Uncle Qin kicked on the threshold when he went out, staggered and almost fell down.

"Be careful." Qin Si gave Qin Bo a hand.

"Thank you, young master. Alas, I am old and useless." Uncle Qin shook his head, "Master and wife are good people, and they are willing to take in a lonely person like me who has no spiritual roots. I will live to see the young master come back. Even die in peace."

Leading Qin Si to the room in the corner of the side house, Uncle Qin stopped in his tracks and sighed, "When I came back, my master and the others were all burnt to a terrible state, so I decided to bury them in the tomb at the back of the mountain on my own initiative. I won, I hope the young master will not blame me."

"No, you buried them. I should say thank you to you because of emotion and reason." Qin Si's expression was sincere, and he really thought so. If Uncle Qin wasn't there, maybe he would come back this time. There is still a pile of dead bones in this courtyard.

"The young master has won the prize. In fact, there are so many people, and I, a mortal old man, can't be buried. Thanks to that fairy, our Qin family can be buried in peace. It was he who told me that the young master may still be alive. Now It seems that he is indeed a fairy, and the young master has returned safely."

Immortal?A figure suddenly appeared in Qin Si's mind.

"Oh, let's not talk about it, as long as the young master comes back." Uncle Qin wiped his tears, "I don't know if it was intentional or God's will, the rest of the Qin family burned down, leaving the side house where the mourning hall is located Over the years, I have engraved tablets for the masters and wives of the Qin family who died in the past, and put them in the mourning hall. Among them, I put the spirit tablets of the master and wife in the middle, and I think the young master will be able to see them when he comes back. The young master goes in Take a look, the old man won't go in."

As soon as Qin Si entered the door, a smell of joss sticks and paper money came over his face. It was obviously used by Uncle Qin to pay homage to the dead of the Qin family, but the strange thing was that he couldn't smell the slightest smell outside, and Qin Si also found that in this mourning hall Spiritual thoughts are completely useless, as if this is an independent space separated from the outside world.

Since divine thoughts were useless and there was no wind in the mourning hall, Qin Si could only rely on the simple system map to walk to the spiritual throne, and bowed a few times to the ancestors of the Qin family.

Thinking of what Qin Bo said, Qin Si took a step forward, reached out and just touched a tablet.

Qin Si touched down the tablet, and the words on it were obviously carved out with a single knife. Although it was a bit rough, there was no doubt that it was intentional.

"Qin's Baiqin Tablet", Baiqin is the original mother's name, when he touched this tablet, Qin Si suddenly felt a little sore in his chest, as if something was missing, but it didn't belong to him.

Suppressing the remaining emotions of the original owner, Qin Si put the tablet back, but suddenly felt a place on the altar that was slightly sunken.

Before Qin Si retracted his hand, he felt a pain in his finger and blood flowed out.

The depression absorbed Qin Si's blood, and the entire spirit platform slowly moved away, revealing a deep passage.