Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

Chapter 228 Weird Action

After bidding farewell to the woman, Wen Baixu closed the door, turned around, hugged his arms, let his long sleeves hang down, leaned against the door and looked at everyone in the house.

"What's wrong? You look so serious. Is it... Is the food poisonous?"

After that, Hongmao gave an exaggerated performance and looked at Wen Baixu in surprise.

[Host, after scanning, the food is not poisonous, nor is it an illusion, nor is it a live earthworm or dead cockroach. You can eat it without worry.]

"Oh, free?"

[It’s a gift, no thanks needed]

The sound disappeared in an instant. Wen Baixu curled his lips, walked forward and picked up the chopsticks with one hand. He didn't care whether they were used or not. He picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth, and smacked his lips without caring about his image.

"It's delicious. And you've performed too well. I don't know why you have such an idea. Besides, the lady sent these to me, not for you to perform exaggeratedly."

After saying that, he took another bite of the brightly colored tofu, but immediately he was so burned that he stuck out his tongue.

"Drink some water. In that case, let's eat."

She took the teacup from his hand, but the next second she was so angry at his words that she rolled her eyes.

"You're using me as a poison tester, huh~"

The arrogant little face was full of contempt......

A breeze blew by, dispersing the fog outside the house a little. A ray of sunlight was about to pour down, but soon the fog filled the tiny gaps again.

"How's it going? Have you eaten?"

"To answer Aunt, I saw them bring it in with my own eyes, and then I heard the chewing sounds outside the door before they left, so..."

"So you didn't see it with your own eyes..."

The voice suddenly rose, and the original voice suddenly fell silent. The next second, a figure in the mist suddenly knelt down and kowtowed continuously, "Aunt, I was wrong. Xiaolian was wrong. I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

The crisp sound of slaps resounded throughout the corridor, but... no one spoke to stop it.

After a while, the slapping sound continued, but in the thick fog in the distance, a clattering sound came from the thick fog. The figures standing and kneeling trembled all over, and then the figure standing in the blur ran towards the sound like a gust of wind. Soon, a rustling sound came from the other end of the corridor.

The figure kneeling on the ground kept shaking, as if she was afraid of something, but she didn't dare to stand up at all.

The sound of "click, click" came from the other end of the corridor all the way to the front of the figure, and then stopped. After a moment of silence, a weak voice sounded.

"Such a beautiful girl, who is so vicious to turn such a lovely little thing into this horrible state, she really deserves to be punished"

After that, there was a snapping sound, like the sound of a folding fan being closed, and then a sharp touch slid along the figure's neck to the corner of her eye.

"It's a shame that she's so fair, but still... I can replace one or two."

"Miss.....No...a servant like me is not worthy of such a vulgar person..."

The trembling sound continued to grow louder in the thick fog, as if it would disappear in the next second.

"Vulgar? No.....Whoever I say can do it can do it, or do you not want to...want to resist me?"

Before he finished speaking, several vulgar voices suddenly rang out from the thick fog, accompanied by several cries for help, which were extremely miserable.

"Isn't it this kind of sound that you like to hear the most? It's so pleasant and beautiful."

The sound seemed to have life, constantly lingering around the ears of the kneeling figure and drilling into her ears.

She kept shaking her head, her hands unconsciously trying to cover her ears, but reality didn't let her off so easily. She saw the pretty figure in the thick fog pulling her hands down, slowly lowering her tall figure, whispering something in her ear. After a while, the person who had been resisting and struggling became an obedient little lamb and gradually stopped resisting.

She slowly stood up and stretched out her hand. A figure appeared and grabbed the person kneeling on the ground and walked away.

"Miss......"

"Are you ready?"

The voice now had nothing to do with the previous beauty. Instead, when people heard the voice, a cold and beautiful scorpion woman would pop up in their minds.

"Yes, Miss, I am ready. I only need one more person and Miss will recover... and can complete the order of the Master."

The voice slowly faded away, and the slender hand gently stroked the pendant beside her ear and said softly: "Then who is the candidate?"

"He is the one who is obsessed with the young lady."

"Why?"

"Chosen by God"

The sound gradually faded, and there was no more noise on the corridor, but the sound of wings flapping in the thick fog echoed throughout the courtyard...

The setting sun was blood-red, slowly sinking to the west. The winter sun was like an old man in his twilight years, emitting the last rays of light. The dim light was weakly sprinkled on the earth, but it was difficult to penetrate the thick fog that was as thick as substance.

The fog seemed to have life, permeating every corner and wrapping the whole world in its mysterious embrace. Every building was looming in the fog, like a sleeping giant beast, revealing an indescribable depression.

However, as the sun gradually set, the thick fog seemed to be summoned by something and began to slowly dissipate, wisps and strands, like a ghost's veil being slowly lifted by invisible hands.

Just as the thick fog gradually thinned, white lanterns lit up without warning. The pale light flickered in the fog like a ghost fire, and the lampshades swayed gently in the breeze, casting flickering shadows on the ground, like ghosts with bared fangs and claws.

Originally, there were only some vague figures on the road, but after all the lanterns were lit, the originally deserted streets were filled with a rare bustling crowd.

"It sounds like it's very lively outside."

The man in red brocade clothes leaned against the table with his back, his eyes shining with brilliance.

"So... do you still want to go to seek marriage again?"

This time the voice came from the bedside, and Min Yuan looked at him with disdain.

"Tsk... I... didn't..."

The sound was so stuttering, as if it had hit a sore spot.

"I just want to say that now that the fog has cleared, why don't we find a way out?"

Jiang Zifang wanted to scold that guy, but when he saw Ling Yun's eyes telling him not to meddle in other people's business, he stopped and looked around before saying

"Do you dare to go out? Why don't you try it first?"

Min Yuan then looked like he was enjoying the fun and pointed towards the door.

But Jiang Zifang was not a firecracker that would explode at any time. He quickly looked at Wen Baixu, wanting him to say something, but when he saw that he hadn't moved for a long time, he reached out and poked him.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh~ sorry"

Wen Baixu was poked and immediately came to his senses. He looked at the people in the room looking at him with an apologetic look on his face. Then he coughed and continued

"Actually, I think Zifang's proposal this time is very good. We can take this opportunity to look for useful clues in this house, and we can split into two groups so that we can retreat when the time comes."

"Then...you divide it."

A faint voice came from the bed, and a face appeared from the darkness.

"Brother... who is he? And considering his IQ, he is not as smart as you."

There was a sound of a slap on the back of the head. The slap from the person on the bed stopped at the back of Min Yuansui's head. He looked at Wen Baixu at the table without changing his expression.

"I believe you, but that doesn't mean I really believe you. There are some things I still have to say."

Wen Baixu didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand as if asking someone to speak, leaning forward slightly.

"Based on the number of days we have been here, the fog will dissipate at midnight and the ghost market on the street will open, and the fog will come back at 15:30, so..."

"So we only have........."

[Three hours, one hour in ancient times was 2 hours]

There was a small voice in my mind, like popular science, which kept ringing.

"So you only have three hours. During these three hours, you need to explore the layout of this house. If you are lucky, maybe..."

Before Min Nanfeng finished speaking, Hun Dun, who had been eating, said, "Maybe I can meet the bride."

"Yes, yes, yes...How could I forget the bride?"

Jiang Zifang looked at Wen Baixu with a depressed look on his face, and immediately winked at him...