Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 755 Su Wuming 54

"It might be a private inn. It's going to rain heavily, but it's okay to stay here." Lu Lingfeng said as he turned and walked towards the gate of the inn.

He walked to the door, stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and bent his fingers. His knuckles gently knocked on the wooden door, making three dull "dong dong dong" sounds.

Lu Lingfeng stood quietly in front of the door, waiting for a response from the people in the inn.

The door opened a crack, and a hand with a broken index finger stretched out, scaring Lu Lingfeng so much that he took a step back.

He looked closely and saw that the hand was as dry as a stick and the skin was a sickly grayish white.

Lu Lingfeng asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

The crack in the door opened a little wider, and a young man in soldier's clothes stuck his head out with a hunched back.

His face was pale, and his eyes were dark circles, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. The young man looked around at everyone with a dull look, and finally landed on Lu Lingfeng. His voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows: "Knock on my door, but ask who I am?"

Lu Lingfeng frowned, looking the man up and down, and glanced at the dim interior of the post station behind him. The post station looked ordinary from the outside, but it was quiet inside, revealing an indescribable weirdness.

"We are going south to take up our new post. Now it's going to rain heavily, so we would like to stay here for one night." Su Wuming's gentle voice came from behind Lu Lingfeng, dissolving the tense atmosphere in the air.

The servant repeated in a hoarse voice: "This place...can't be lived in..."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut. The heavy wooden door made a loud bang, stirring up a cloud of dust. Lu Lingfeng was startled by this sudden action. He subconsciously took a step back, frowning.

Lu Lingfeng couldn't help but look back at Su Wuming and Chu Hua, his eyes full of doubt. What secrets does this post station hide?

"According to the markings on the post station map, the next post station is ten miles away." Su Wuming looked at the map in his hand with a frown.

"Huan'er, what do you think?"

Chu Hua dusted herself off and said nonchalantly, "Since we are here, we might as well make the best of it. There might be something else inside."

She winked playfully with a sly smile. Su Wuming looked at her lively appearance and his heart moved, as if the gloomy sky had brightened a little.

As soon as he finished speaking, raindrops as big as beans began to fall down, hitting the roof of the inn with a dense sound.

After a while, the rain got heavier, forming lines of water that poured down from the eaves like curtains of water. This sudden downpour seemed to be a response to Chu Hua's words.

Su Wuming quickly pulled Chu Hua to hide under the eaves of the inn, thus avoiding the fate of becoming a drowned chicken.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the bluestone slabs, splashing fine water, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil.

The postman finally slowly moved to the door and unbolted it. He was soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and exuded a musty smell, which formed a sharp contrast with Chu Hua's fresh fragrance, causing Su Wuming to frown slightly.

The postman didn't say anything. He just made a "please" gesture with the hand without the index finger and turned to walk inside.

He walked slowly in the rain, and in the dim light, his hunched back looked particularly eerie.

Chu Hua secretly complained to herself: "Is this person talking nonsense? Could this broken post station be a shady shop?"

Strange, why can't she remember this plot?

She approached Su Wuming calmly, tugged at his sleeve unintentionally, and asked in a low voice: "Su Wuming, look at this postman, he's so weird, should we…"

She made a gesture of wiping her neck, with a barely perceptible hint of playfulness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Su Wuming smiled helplessly and patted the back of her hand gently to comfort her: "Don't make trouble. Since this is an official post, it shouldn't be..."

Having said that, he was still somewhat alert and observed his surroundings quietly.

"What are you still standing there for? Open the door!" Lu Lingfeng yelled impatiently.

"I have been living in the wing room since this inn was abandoned. The door of this hall has been locked for several years." The postman took out the key and opened the door.

The rusty key was inserted into the equally rusty keyhole, making a teeth-grinding "squeak". The postman turned the key with great effort, as if he was trying to unscrew the shackles of time.

The heavy wooden door creaked slowly and opened, and a damp and rotten smell mixed with dust and mildew blew in her face, choking Chu Huan so much that she couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose.

Behind the door was not the spacious and bright hall as imagined, but a suffocating darkness. Only a few faint rays of light squeezed in from the crack of the door, barely illuminating a small area near the threshold.

"This... is really a different world..." Chu Hua muttered in a low voice, her tone full of doubt. She subconsciously clenched Su Wuming's hand, and her fingertips felt slightly cold.

Su Wuming held her hand in return, giving her silent comfort. He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to capture some useful information in the darkness.

Lu Lingfeng stepped into the doorway without hesitation, complaining, "What the hell is going on? It's dark, who are you trying to scare?"

The postman took out a tinder from his bosom and blew it a few times, and the spark finally lit up.

The dim firelight reflected on his pale face, making him look even more eerie. He lit a candle, but the light was so weak that it seemed like it would be swallowed by darkness at any moment.

As the candles were lit, the scene in the inn hall gradually became clear. The hall was even more dilapidated than expected, and the air was filled with a smell of decay.

A few tables and chairs were placed crookedly, and a few faded paintings were hung on the wall. One could vaguely make out some scenes of mountains, rivers and countryside, which were out of tune with the dilapidated scene and added a bit of weirdness.

Chu Hua rubbed her arms and muttered quietly, "Why is it so cold? It feels colder than outside."

She unconsciously leaned closer to Su Wuming, trying to get some warmth.

Su Wuming noticed her movements and asked with concern: "Have you caught a cold? This inn is cold and damp, it's really not suitable to stay here for long." As he spoke, he took off his outer robe and wanted to put it on Chu Huan.

Chu Hua grabbed his hand, stopped him, and winked playfully: "I'm fine, I just suddenly felt a little cold. If you give me your clothes, what will you do? I don't want to see you frozen into a popsicle, it will affect your appetite."

Su Wuming was stunned by her sudden joke, then smiled helplessly and let her hold his hand. Her hand was soft and warm, which was out of tune with the cold environment, like a small flame that dispelled the chill in his heart.