Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 162: The Jianghu in the Wine and Sword Village (5)

Seeing his timid appearance, Jiang Sichen seemed to be in a very happy mood, "I heard that the girl that the disciple of Hehuan Sect fell in love with died."

"Ah? Dead? Then who is he married to now? And how did that woman die?"

"Young Master Tang, don't be anxious, let me tell you the story." Jiang Sichen curled his lips and smiled, "I heard that the disciple of the Hehuan Sect once rescued a woman when he was traveling outside.

The woman was gentle and lovely, and the disciple fell hopelessly in love with her at first sight. From then on, the woman always followed the man when he traveled. "

"And then?" Tangcuo seemed to be listening with great interest.

"It's just that the disciple was appointed as the next leader of the Hehuan Sect from the very beginning. According to common sense, he was not allowed to marry and have children. After many unsuccessful persuasions, several of his masters joined forces and killed the woman." Jiang Sichen pulled Tang Cuo to sit on a stone chair nearby.

"Ah? Not... so cruel, just killing people like that?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips, seeming a little unbelievable.

"Yes."

"Then what? Then what?" Tang Cuo looked up at him.

"Later, the disciple learned the truth. In a rage, he killed all the elders who had participated in the murder of his lover."

"Oh my, so it seems that he is not a good person either." Tang Cuo pursed his lips and put forward his own opinion.

"After that, he will personally host the wedding arrangements and continue."

"Who did he marry? That woman is dead..."

"Ghost marriage."

Hearing his words, Tang Cuo's hands trembled, and then he moved closer to Jiang Sichen's side, tightly pressed against him, "Underworld...Underworld marriage? Marrying a dead person?"

"Yeah." Jiang Sichen nodded, echoing his words, "Indeed."

"No one stopped it?"

"After what happened, who would dare to stop it? That man has been chosen as the next leader, and no one dares to resist him." Jiang Sichen raised his hand and gently embraced him, "Mr. Tang, your body is shaking a little, is it because of the cold air in the night?"

As he spoke, Jiang Sichen took off his outer robe and put it on Tang Cuo, "You should pay more attention to keeping warm and don't hurt your body."

Looking at the robe on his shoulders, Tang Cuo shook his head, then raised his hand to take it off and return it to Jiang Sichen, "Young Master Jiang, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Don't look at me as weak and fragile, I'm actually very strong."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside the window of the leaves on the side of the courtyard. He had just taken off half of his robe, and he put it back on. "Well... it's late at night and the dew is heavy. I am indeed a little cold. Thank you, Young Master Jiang."

Watching his movements, Jiang Sichen suppressed the smile on his lips and quietly hid his hands under his sleeves, "It's okay."

"Since it's getting late, shall I take Young Master Tang to rest?"

"Okay, okay. I happen to be a little sleepy as well, so I'd better obey your command." Tang Cuo smiled.

Jiang Sichen walked in front with one foot raised, one hand behind his back and the other waving a fan, with a casual feeling about him.

Jiang Sichen stopped in front of the guest room and said, "This is it. Mr. Tang, please stay here first."

"Isn't this your guest room?"

"That's right. I have checked this guest room. It is very safe. You can rest assured, Young Master Tang." Jiang Sichen raised his hand and pushed open the door.

The word "囍" was engraved on the scarlet candlestick, and the flame flickered, as if it might go out at any time. The bright red bed curtains swayed back and forth, giving people an extremely eerie feeling.

Tang Cuo swallowed and subconsciously hid behind Jiang Sichen, "Why is this guest room also decorated in bright red?" It looks creepy, doesn't it?

"This is the host's custom. As guests, we can't say much." Jiang Sichen looked helpless.

"Then I'll stay here tonight?" Tang Cuo was a little incredulous.

"Yes."

"Then where are you going to stay tonight, Young Master Jiang? I'm taking your place, do you have a place to stay?" Tang Cuo pinched the corner of his clothes unconsciously, seeming a little scared.

"Me? Jiang doesn't really care about these things. I can take a nap in the tree. Young Master Tang, don't worry about me."

"How about we live together?" Tang Cuo looked up at him, his big watery eyes blinking several times.

"Live together?" Jiang Sichen chuckled.

"Well... don't get me wrong, I... can just sleep on the floor. We live together, which saves you the time of going out to find a place. We still have to hurry to investigate the cause of death of the people in Zuixianju tomorrow, don't you think so..." As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Cuo didn't wait for his reply, but directly dragged him into the guest room and closed the door tightly.

Tang Cuo took a few steps towards the bed, then placed a bright red quilt on the ground. "I can sleep here tonight. Young Master Jiang can sleep on the bed. This way, if anything happens, you can still take care of me... Bah! We can still take care of each other."

"Since Young Master Tang said so, I won't refuse anymore. Let's go to bed early." Jiang Sichen leaned on the edge of the bed, his eyes falling on Tang Cuo from time to time.

Tang Cuo carefully wrapped the quilt around himself, then rubbed towards Jiang Sichen a few times, "Young Master Jiang, you should also go to bed early..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to face the candlestick. Jiang Sichen looked at his movements, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he raised his hand and extinguished the candle on the table.

The lights went out and the surroundings became pitch black. Tang Cuo swallowed and stared at the surroundings.

After a long time, Tangcuo began to doze off. Just when he was about to fall asleep, a black shadow flashed past the door of the guest room and instantly drove away all Tangcuo's sleepiness.

"Young Master Jiang? Young Master Jiang?" Tang Cuo called out softly a few times. Seeing no one answered, he stood up carefully and placed the bright red quilt beside the bed.

Then he raised his hand and waved it across Jiang Sichen's face. Seeing that he didn't react, Tang Cuo breathed a sigh of relief. Then he climbed directly to a corner of the bed, curled up into a ball, and lay beside Jiang Sichen.

"Brother Jiang, don't blame me. I'm really scared. Let me lie next to you for a while." As he said that, Tang Cuo turned around and faced Jiang Sichen.

After a moment, Tang Cuo began to breathe evenly. Hearing his voice, Jiang Sichen opened his eyes, then raised his hand and pulled him closer.

As a scream was heard outside the window, Jiang Sichen directly covered Tang Cuo's ears to isolate him from the sounds of the outside world.

The screams stopped after a long time. Jiang Sichen looked up at Tang Cuo, then carefully got up and got off the bed.