PFC Chapter 133: Can't See Others
Chapter 133: Can't See Others
Song Yu got off the carriage again, and it had stopped in front of an inn in the wilderness.
The inn covers a large area, with one side backed by a mountain and the other side adjacent to the road.
Next to the carriage, Qingling held Song Yu's hand.
Whenever Song Yu showed any signs of trying to break free, he would be held even tighter.
Pojun and Qisha walked in front, followed by Song Yu and Qingling, and behind them were Ye Shuangbai and Qingluo.
The others did not intend to enter the inn, so they stood guard around the carriage.
Song Yu walked into the inn, which was run by a couple.
The two men looked to be in their 30s. The boss was greeting customers at the door, while the boss's wife was fiddling with an abacus at the counter.
Next to the counter there was a little girl about five or six years old with two buns on her head, squatting on the ground and playing with stones.
The little girl's face looked a little sallow, but she seemed to be in good spirits.
When she saw someone coming in, the little girl immediately stood up and ran behind the counter.
"Saya, don't run. You're so impatient." The proprietress scolded.
Then he looked at Song Yu and the others with a smile on his face.
"Dear guests, would you like to stop by for a meal or stay overnight?" asked the proprietress.
Pojun said, "Three upper rooms." As he spoke, he took out some silver from his pocket and put it on the counter.
When the proprietress saw the silver, her smile widened even more: "Okay," and then she called to the boss: "Old Wu, take these guests to the rooms."
The boss smiled shyly: "Dear guests, please come this way."
After saying that, he led a few people towards the stairs.
Song Yu looked around the inn. The decoration and layout were not luxurious, and the tables, chairs and benches were full of traces of vicissitudes of time.
The table top was not smooth, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon.
Some of the stool legs have been repaired countless times.
There were no guests in the lobby downstairs. I went upstairs to the second floor where the guest rooms were located. The corridor was empty and I could hear the boss's voice.
"Sir, here are three upper rooms for you: this one and the two opposite." The boss said as he opened the doors of the rooms one by one.
He is responsible for bringing people up, but as for who stays in a room and how they stay, that is up to the guests to decide.
"We have a small shop with a kitchen where you can cook for yourself or order dishes. However, you will have to pay extra for additional dishes, hehe." The boss said with a smile.
"It's okay, you can go down, I will call you if there is anything." Pojun said.
He was wearing a mask and had a cold aura that made people afraid to approach him.
The boss was also very sensible. Upon hearing this, he immediately bowed and replied: "Okay, okay, just tell me if you have anything to say."
Pojun waved his hand and the boss retreated.
Qingling pulled Song Yu into the room and closed the door.
Outside the door, Pojun looked at Qingluo and pointed at the two rooms opposite: "Saintess, you and the Ghost Doctor will stay in these two rooms. Which one do you want to stay in?"
Qingluo looked at the closed door in front of her. Qingling had just pulled the woman into the room without even looking at her.
It wasn't just her, it was everyone present. In Qingling's eyes, it seemed as if he couldn't see anyone else but that woman.
Qingluo turned to look at Pojun and said, "Let's take this one." She pointed casually, then turned and walked towards the room closest to her.
After entering the room and about to close the door, the ghost doctor spoke in time: "Saint, you are still injured. Don't forget to take this medicine."
As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Qingluo.
Qingluo paused in closing the door, then took the medicine bottle and closed the door again.
Ye Shuangbai touched his nose, looked at the room Qingluo had just entered, and then looked at the room Song Yu and the others had just entered. He always felt that the days to come would not be peaceful.
The boss went downstairs, exchanged a glance with the boss's wife, walked out of the inn, passed through the yard, came to the gate, took a quick look at the situation outside, and quickly retreated.
He walked into the inn, came to the counter, looked around, lowered his voice, and whispered to the proprietress: "There are still a lot of people outside, and it seems they are all together."
After hearing this, the proprietress paused fiddling with the abacus in her hand, and after a moment she replied, "No matter who they are, we are not actively provoking them. We just need to treat our guests well."
The boss nodded, looked upstairs again, lowered his head, and greeted his daughter at the counter.
"Saya, come here." the boss called.
The little girl came over and grabbed the boss's clothes: "Dad."
The boss half-knelt down, looked at his little daughter, and said, "Sanya, don't run around today. Just stay at the counter with your mother. Do you hear me?"
When there are no guests or only a few guests, the little girl will play in the open space of the inn.
The boss and his wife will not interfere too much, but when they feel that something is not right, they will still give their daughter a few words of advice.
The little girl nodded seriously: "Well, don't worry, Dad, I won't run around."
The boss touched the little girl's head with satisfaction.
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In the room on the second floor.
Qing Ling pulled Song Yu into the room and said, "Rest here for a while tonight, and we'll set off tomorrow morning."
Song Yu broke free from his restrained hands and distanced himself from Qing Ling.
Qingling looked at his empty palms and felt disappointed.
Song Yu looked at Qing Ling and suddenly said, "I want to go back to Wanjian Villa."
Qing Ling questioned: "No."
Song Yu said: "Tangdou is still in Wanjian Villa."
Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, it's with us."
Song Yu said, "I want to see it."
Qing Ling and Song Yu looked at each other, and after a moment they walked to the door and opened it: "Go call Qing Xi over."
Pojun, who was standing outside the door, immediately took the order and left.
After a while, he took Qingxi back upstairs.
Qingxi held the cat in his arms, looking nervous. He didn't know how to face Song Yu.
He had deceived Song Yu and helped Qing Ling. If it weren't for Song Yu, he wouldn't be where he is today. There was no way the leader of the Demonic Cult would accept him as a disciple, or even teach him the skills to make a living.
But in the end he betrayed Song Yu, especially when he thought about what Song Yu had said to him before.
The guilt in his heart was like a mountain, pressing him so hard that he dared not breathe deeply.
"Knock knock! Leader, the person is here." Pojun knocked on the door.
A response came from inside the door: "Come in."
The door opened and Pojun stood at the door. The only person Qingling wanted to see was Qingxi.
Qingxi walked into the room with her head lowered until the cat in her arms meowed.
The cat, which had been nestling obediently in his arms, suddenly became impatient.
Qingxi looked up and met Song Yu's indifferent gaze.
Song Yu came towards him again. Qingxi Jiang stood there with his mouth slightly open, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.
Until Song Yu took the cat away from his arms.
The cat, which was originally a little irritable, became quiet again when it was in Song Yu's arms. She licked Song Yu's fingers.
Song Yu turned around and left with the cat in his arms.
Qingxi said anxiously: "Girl."
Song Yu didn't respond. A trace of panic flashed in Qingxi's eyes: "Miss, I'm sorry, I, I..."
Song Yu looked back at him and said, "Your choice has nothing to do with me."
Qingxi felt as if he had been hit hard, and his face suddenly turned pale.
Qing Ling, who had been silent on the side, spoke up: "Get out."
Qingxi came back to her senses and looked at Qingling. The moment their eyes met, she immediately lowered her head, and then left the room without waiting for Qingling to speak a second time.
Qingling watched him leave, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. What he thought in his heart was, he hadn't even made Song Yu change his mind yet, so what was Qingxi?