Unfortunately, even from the perspective of the branches, the sound cannot be traced, and Yu Xing has no way to get closer to those things.

We can only wait for the plot to continue to advance and see if there will be a chance to find out what it is.

Now that he had determined that there was no danger in the hotel at the moment, and he didn't really want to fall asleep, he had to do something with the remaining time.

After thinking for a moment, Yu Xing's eyes lit up, he stood up and opened the door.

He wants to talk to the old man!

…

Hua Subai wandered outside for more than an hour and returned to the hotel around 11:40.

The red coat was tainted with the smell of wind and snow, and it became more and more ironed on his body, fitting him as if he had been tailor-made.

When entering, the oil lamp behind the counter was still on, reflecting two figures on the wall, one large and one small, very harmonious.

Wait, two?

Hua Subai paused on his feet, and the next second he saw the shadow, the steady and gentle sound of reading reached his ears.

"Lin Daiyu shouted loudly, wrapped her arms around the thick tree trunk, twisted her waist, and uprooted the weeping willow."

"Everyone was shocked and cheered: 'Strong man!' Lin Daiyu smiled shyly: 'It's a shame.'"

Hua Subai: "..."

He recognized the voice, twitched his forehead slightly and walked quickly to the counter, leaning forward to look inside.

Sure enough, both Yu Xing and the old man were huddled behind the counter. The old man was sitting on his small stool, and Yu Xing simply sat cross-legged on the ground, with the oil lamp placed between the two of them, dimly lit.

Yu Xing took the little book that was supposed to appear in the old man's hand and "read" it expressionlessly. The old man squinted his eyes contentedly and listened carefully.

I don't know whether it was because Yu Xing bullied the old man and didn't know the plot, or whether the pirated content of this villain's book was really so outrageous. In short, Yu Xing's face remained calm and serious.

After listening to him read a few more pages of ridiculous stories, Hua Subai couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on the table before laughing out loud.

As the shadow came over, Yu Xing raised his head and met Hua Subai's eyes that were filled with words and suppressing a smile.

Ignoring it skillfully, he lowered his head and continued: "Lin Chong was furious and slapped the butcher's table: 'Hey, are you kidding me?' Who would have thought that the butcher picked up the butcher's knife and was full of ghosts?

Ling Yuan actually started a chase with him."

"Three passers-by were also affected and ran wildly together with Lin Chong. The butcher gradually became weak and stopped in front of the deep forest, and was beaten by humans."

"???" Hua Subai: "What are you talking about!"

Now he was absolutely sure that even the pirated novels of the Little Man could not bear the blame!

Hua Subai suddenly made a sound, which woke up the old man who was about to fall asleep. The old man stared at him with cloudy eyes for a long time before he recognized that this was his resident.

So he leaned back comfortably and urged in a low voice: "...Where's the back?"

Yu Xing closed the little book and chuckled: "Old man, it's time for me to go to bed. If I stay here tomorrow night, I will read you a story again."

The old man looked a little unsatisfied. After thinking for a while, he smashed his mouth with few teeth left. He pulled the villain back from Yu Xing's hand and nodded: "Okay."

Yu Xing stood up leisurely, patted the folds on his windbreaker, glanced at Hua Subai, and motioned him to go to the corridor with his eyes.

After the two left, the old man struggled to turn the pages of the book by the oil lamp, but he couldn't find the description of four humans escaping into the deep forest, so he reluctantly looked for it again and again.

If he doesn't find it, he probably won't be able to sleep tonight.

[How wicked, hahaha]

[Look at this old man’s appearance, does he look like he saw you at the break point]

[Of course it’s not like that! At least when we read the book, we can know that it is a break. This old man is looking for a non-existent text. It’s so funny]

[Lin Chong ran at night and met the Fengxue Mountain Temple on the way. There was a mural in the temple. In the dead of night, a beautiful woman named Nie Xiaoqian floated out.]

[Nie Xiaoqian said: "Now I am no longer the Nie Xiaoqian I used to be. I am Niu Hulu Nie Xiaoqian."]

[I want to report Concubine Nie for having an affair and causing chaos in the harem. This crime cannot be punished!]

[Just arrived, why are you so crazy?]

[Fortunately, I went to see the old man for information, but the old man always looked like he was about to fall asleep, so he...]

…

Hua Subai followed Yu Xing all the way to his room, closed the door behind his back, and then wondered: "Why did you think of teasing the old shopkeeper?"

"I'm bored, let's carry forward the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, and help him study." Yu Xing spread his hands and opened his mouth.

Hua Subai glanced around the room.

There are no signs of movement in the furnishings in the house, and there are slight wrinkles on the bed from sitting on it, but all the warmth has been lost.

I think Yu Xing has been harassing the old man for a long time.

"You think there might be information hidden in his little book, so you checked it out to help with the reading?"

Yu Xing heard that he had guessed it and nodded casually.

In fact, he originally just wanted to talk to the old man. Since the old man opened this sleeping hotel, he must know the information about the hotel.

No matter how bad it is, the old man should always know who those "people" who can't move in the room are and what their identities are.

As a result, after finding the old man in the hall, the old man only responded to him with a greeting, then immersed himself in reading, pretending not to hear him.

Yu Xing saw that the old man was clearly struggling to read, but he was still focused on the words in the book. He thought for a while and said: "I'm bored right now. Old man, your eyesight doesn't seem to be very good. How about I read you a story?"

Bar?"

He just gave it a try, because he was not sure whether the old man was interested in the stories in the book, or whether he simply cherished the little book. If it was the latter, the old man would probably not be willing to give the book to him.

Moreover, the old man has been reading a book since they met, which seems to be a hint - maybe there is some hidden information in the book?

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard this, he stopped pretending to be deaf and quickly stuffed the book into his hand: "Read..."

Yu Xing took this opportunity to read through all the books collected by the old man.

These books are very similar to the kind of old books that sell for 50 cents a pound at the stalls under the overpass. They are small and thin. They end in more than ten pages, and there are illustrations of ladies in the middle.

The stories inside are all simple short stories. Due to the different world views, these stories are not the familiar ones in reality, but they can still be seen at a glance - they have nothing to do with intelligence.

Yu Xing read two books seriously, and then tried to talk to the old man.

"Old man, are you the only one in charge of this store? Your children are not here?"

Perhaps Yu Xing's behavior won the old man's favor, and the old man thought about this issue for a long time.

Finally, he said that his son had died a long time ago and he was the only one left in the family.

How long have you been dead? I don’t remember.

How long has the store been open? I don’t remember.

Can a person be lonely?

Regarding this issue, the old man was silent for a long time with his mouth flat, and his thin figure looked a little pitiful in the silence.

In the end, the old man still suppressed his words: "Why should I be lonely? I still have these books to accompany me. Will you read them to me again?"

So Yu Xing read a few more books.

At this time, he had already seen that the old man's eyes were really very poor. He might not be able to see most of the content clearly when reading. He could only guess at some plots, because when Yu Xing read normally, he clearly couldn't read the book clearly.

It was almost turned over, but the old man's ravaged face still showed a serious and novel look.

It seemed that he didn't really know what was written in his book until tonight.

The pile of books beside the counter decreased one by one. In the middle of the process, the other four deducers who chose to stay in the hotel finally came. Seeing Yu Xing's presence, they hurriedly asked the old man for the key and left in a hurry, fearing that they would be late.

Was stopped by Yu Xing.

This episode had no impact on Yu Xing. In the end, he was unable to find any useful information. Instead, he gleaned some information from the old man while reading.

For example - this old man who looked like he was going to die at any time could no longer remember how long he had stayed in the hotel. It must have been a long time.

Regarding the past events, the old man's memory seemed to be forcibly shrouded by something, making it impossible to look at it.

He could only sit in the hotel day after day and read his storybook.

For another example, Yu Xing asked the old man if he would go out to see the excitement on the day of the Auspicious Snow Festival. The old man looked confused and had no idea what the Auspicious Snow Festival was.

This is interesting.

Although the old man has a particularly strong sense of death and feels like he won't live long, in other words - the old man is alive.

This is the first person that Yu Xing has seen in Nanshui Town that can be called a "living person".

But the other townspeople, including the guide, the female owner of the tailor shop, the fat aunt, etc., had no breath of living people at all.

Thinking about it this way, the old man must be a very special being, and such a being does not know about the Auspicious Snow Festival. Is it because of the lack of information, or because... the Auspicious Snow Festival does not exist in the minds of living people?

After getting this information, Yu Xing didn't think about anything else. He felt a little pitiful for the old man alone, so he simply told more stories.

The story of his free play.

Just as he was speaking with ease, Hua Subai came back.

Hua Subai sighed exaggeratedly: "I knew you were a very kind person."
To be continued...