Third watch

Lu Xiaolu looked at Zhong Yi, then at the boy, and finally began to feel that the atmosphere was not right.

Zhong Yi walked into the store slowly and stared at the boy.

The boy put Luoli down, and Luoli squatted beside Wang Xiaoming, and pulled up his trousers.

The light was dim, and Lu Xiaolu and Zhong Yi only saw her reach out and touch Wang Xiaoming's ankle.

Zhong Yi moved his fingers.

The loli immediately walked around behind the boy.

The boy waved his hand to show that he was fine, then pointed to Wang Xiaoming, and mouthed to Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi didn't know if he understood it, he walked into the shop after being silent for a while, took his bag and threw it to Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu had no choice but to carry his huge backpack on his chest, blocking most of his sight.

Zhong Yi turned Wang Xiaoming over, and after a while of pinching and touching, he weighed it.

Wang Xiaoming's whole body is stiff now, it's definitely unrealistic for a princess to hug him, and he can't hang on his back either.

So Zhong Yi carried Wang Xiaoming up, not forgetting to straighten his little green hat.

The boy picked up Lolita and walked ahead, and they walked through the gatehouse towards the pier.

As soon as Lu Xiaolu came out of the store, he was taken aback - the sky in the distance was faintly red, it was almost dawn.

It was really bleak outside, and there were still people coming and going at midnight, but at this time, some shops had already closed their doors, and the lanterns on the gate towers were taken down at some point.

But he felt that he hadn't stayed in the ghost market for long - he hadn't visited a few shops, but judging by the weather, they had clearly stayed for almost a night.

I don't know if it's because it's almost dawn, but Zhong Yi took big steps, silently carrying Wang Xiaoming on his shoulders, and in front of him was the weird pair of brothers and sisters.

When he was about to walk to the pier, Lu Xiaolu could see the old man Gu Bicai standing on the pier, looking at the sky from a distance—this old guy had already stood on the steps by himself, and he said that if they didn't show up in another 3 minutes, he would be about to The appearance of running away by oneself.

It was nearly five o'clock in the morning, and the surroundings were not so quiet when they climbed the pier. When Lu Xiaolu saw the roof at the end of the pier, they even heard the clinking of buckets and the sound of motorcycles starting from a distance.

The pair of brothers and sisters seemed to be quite familiar with the terrain, and after turning two turns, they came to an open field. There was a broken lock hanging on the two large rusty yellow hollow iron gates, which could be opened with a push.

This place seems to be the stadium of a middle school in the town. It's summer vacation and it's early in the morning, so there's no sound of people around.

Dew still hangs on the tip of the grass beside the cinder runway, and there is a smell of green mango in the air.

"Put it down," said the boy.

Zhong Yi didn't move.

The boy put Loli down: "Let me take a look."

Zhong Yi ignored him, and first checked Wang Xiaoming himself.

In the dim light in the ghost city, he only knew that Wang Xiaoming was paralyzed all over, but he couldn't be sure if it wasn't plotted against by the brothers and sisters.

Seeing that Zhong Yi ignored him, the boy came over by himself and pulled up Wang Xiaoming's trousers.

Zhong Yi immediately reached out and clasped his wrist.

The young man raised his eyes and looked at Zhong Yi. After a while, he said, "I can save it now, but I can't save it later."

It's not obvious when speaking short sentences, but when the sentences are long, the boy's strange accent becomes especially abrupt.

Seeing that Zhong Yi still didn't let go, the young man simply let him clasp his wrist, stretched out his other hand like lightning, and pressed down on Wang Xiaoming's ankle.

With this press, a drop of blood was actually pressed out of thin air.

Zhong Yi frowned.

This young man was very weird. There was no wound on Wang Xiaoming's ankle, but blood was oozing out - even Zhong Yi had never seen such a technique.

What's even weirder is that as soon as the blood beads came out, Wang Xiaoming twitched immediately, and felt that he slowly regained consciousness from the soles of his feet upwards.

Wang Xiaoming blinked, Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu looked at him.

He stayed for a while, and suddenly rolled twice in place.

"It hurts to death—!"

The slap Lu Xiaolu gave him before, and the slap on his head on the ground made him feel the pain out of his body, and he didn't howl all the time, but it was because he couldn't move.

Zhong Yi went to look at his ankle: "Don't shout!"

Wang Xiaoming: "Ah, it hurts to death!"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Zhong Yi looked up at the boy: "You did this?"

The teenager admitted: "Yes."

Zhong Yi stood up and sneered.

Wang Xiaoming: "Hiss..."

"It's probably a misunderstanding." The boy said, "I made a mistake."

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows: "Misunderstanding?"

Wang Xiaoming: "Aiya..."

Zhong Yi: "...Wang Xiaoming, shut up!"

Lu Xiaolu coughed, and silently moved to the side to touch Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming curled up like a shrimp, twisting and turning—there was no way, Lu Xiaolu slapped him hard, and then hit the back of his head again. The first thing Wang Xiaoming did when he regained consciousness was to burst into tears. Zhong Yi was very fascist in not allowing him to groan!

"It hurts to death——" Wang Xiaoming held back for a while, and realized why Zhong Yi didn't allow him to make a sound, so he really couldn't cry out the pain!

Damn it really hurts!

Zhong Yi's veins twitched when he called him.

Wang Xiaoming is good at everything, good in both character and learning, has a good temper, is serious and willing to work hard, but there is one bad habit that stands out.

Once he has any illness, he will switch from the model of a study committee member who loves to learn and be polite to the model of a concubine who is picky and picky. At this time, Wang Xiaoming is very spoiled and difficult to serve.

It goes without saying that Lu Xiaolu and him lived in the same dormitory for four years. Wang Xiaoming would usually lie in bed and moan when he got a cold. After four years, everyone got used to it. Once Wang Xiaoming got sick, he would consciously serve his wife with all his heart. It's great to wait for him to recover before tossing him back.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's pretentious appearance now, Zhong Yi also remembered the days when he was a nanny—how could he have forgotten that if this guy was not feeling well, he could be helped to pee It can also be done!

At this time, Concubine Diao stopped shouting, but she was also unwilling to get up: "Headache. You are so strong, Lu Xiaolu, that slap slapped my forehead in, why don't you become a blacksmith?"

Lu Xiaolu lowered his brows and looked down: "Your servant knows you're wrong. Madam, it's cold on the ground, get up first?"

Wang Xiaoming: "It hurts too much to stand up."

Zhong Yi: "Leave him alone!"

Wang Xiaoming: "Oh, you're too loud...you've got a headache!"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming continued to hum: "It hurts to death, why am I so unlucky..."

Zhong Yi looked at the young man standing on the side, the cold and stern atmosphere he had created before had completely left Wang Xiaoming tormented, and now he no longer had the aura to show his fists and play hard.

This winkless idiot, didn't he see that he was looking for a place for him? What are you doing at this time!

Zhong Yi's temples twitched: "Get up. This runway is paved with cinders, and you will be covered in coals when you roll. If you like, lie down. Don't find a place to take a bath later if you can."

Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes.

He really didn't pay attention.

Now that the consciousness has recovered, I really feel the pain in my lower body.

"It's really a cinder shop?" He asked Lu Xiaolu for confirmation.

Lu Xiaolu nodded.

"What era is this? Cinder block!" Wang Xiaoming groaned, and pulled Lu Xiaolu to stand up: "Look at my clothes, pat them!"

Lu Xiaolu said sympathetically, "Ma'am, it's too late, you'll be all black if you don't shoot."

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth and thought about it again. Seeing the two brothers and sisters who were left hanging aside, he jumped behind Zhong Yi: "Who are you! What do you want to do?"

Zhong Yi's head hurt even more.

"I saw that you are there..." Before the young man finished speaking, Wang Xiaoming quickly clarified: "I didn't kill people!"

Lu Xiaolu: "?"

Zhong Yi: "Who?"

"Yes." The young man said calmly, "I thought it was you. I went to see it later and found that I had been dead for a long time."

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment.

"You know...know that person?" he blurted out.

The boy said, "I came to Guangxi to find him, but I didn't expect him to die."

"I saw you standing in front of the corpse." The boy looked at Wang Xiaoming and then at Zhong Yi.

"That was an accident." Wang Xiaoming said, "You think I'm the murderer... Then did you plan to kill me just now?"

The boy said calmly, "I won't kill you."

"You can't do anything in the ghost city," the boy continued.

...Does this mean that if it is not in the ghost market, it will be clicked on the spot? !

"So he didn't do anything just now." The young man glanced at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi said coldly: "That's right."

"What murderer?" Lu Xiaolu interrupted.

He was the last one to go to the attic, and his attention was all on Wang Xiaoming and Luoli's bracelets, but he never found the bodies behind the siblings.

The boy didn't speak.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhong Yi: "Well, it's the owner of the bookstore."

"Isn't that a deserted store?" Zhong Yi frowned.

Although the ghost market is a three-way zone and violent conflicts are not allowed, it is precisely because of the three-way situation that once something happens in the ghost market, it is possible to turn into bones without being discovered after 100 years. The ghost market seems to be prosperous, but In fact, there are many deserted shops without shopkeepers on both sides.

Wang Xiaoming coughed: "Probably not, the boss is upstairs." Although he had already died.

The boy shook his head: "I'm a little late."

Wang Xiaoming said: "You can't do anything in the ghost market, who can kill the boss in it?"

The young man looked at him: "You can fight, but you can't kill Di Ting."

Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu's eyes immediately changed.

Wang Xiaoming has always been guessing, but he didn't expect the young man to explain the matter in one sentence lightly and cleverly - that corpse is really listening?

Isn't Di Ting a divine beast?How could he die in his own shop?

How did this young man know that it was Truth Listening?He has seen Di Ting before?

Is this true or false?

The young man didn't seem to notice that Wang Xiaoming's three people felt turbulent with his words, and looked at Lu Xiaolu again: "Thank you for returning the things, that's very important."

The expression is quite serious.

Lu Xiaolu was taken aback for a moment: "It's okay, it's okay to pick up money."

Loli, who had been standing by the side all the time, didn't know if she understood what they were saying, probably because she was tired from standing alone, and now she was squatting on the ground with her head biting, as if she was about to fall asleep.

The boy noticed it immediately, bent over and hugged her: "Then goodbye."

As he was about to turn around, he paused.

Zhong Yi said coldly: "Don't move."

As soon as the words fell, a black circle suddenly appeared on the ground, and the fine cinders seemed to be crushed into powder by a blast of ground suddenly, forming a circle with a boy as the center.

The boy looked down.

"This is……"

"You made trouble for us for no reason, and you wanted to leave after saying goodbye?" Zhong Yi said coldly, "If you tell you not to move, don't move."

Unexpectedly, the boy smiled slightly: "Mount Tai will never leave a trace."

Zhong Yi frowned.

"Fixation method. You are from Lubanmen." The young man looked at Zhong Yi.

"Who are you?" Zhong Yi also looked at him.

"I am Changsheng." As he spoke, the boy raised his foot and stepped out of the circle.

Zhong Yi's expression changed.

"The Luban technique requires a lot of skill, so you can still use this method to trap me in such a short period of time, you are very rare." The boy said: "Give me back the bracelet, and I was bitten by a snake, I apologize to you. "

What else did Zhong Yi want to say, the young man lifted Lori up: "I will give you a favor, if we meet again in the future, I can help."

These words were eccentric, although they owed favors, but the young man's tone was quite superior.

This kind of inexplicable arrogant attitude, Wang Xiaoming has only seen one person like this.

That is Zhong Yi.

But the strange thing is that Zhong Yi didn't move any more this time.

It wasn't until the boy walked away with Lori in his arms that Zhong Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the circle on the ground.

Lu Xiaolu may not understand, but Wang Xiaoming does.

Zhong Yi's Luban technique has trapped Xie Sha and netted Zhu Dian boy, but the boy just now stepped out as soon as he lifted his foot.

"It's out of order?" Lu Xiaolu squatted down\touched the circle blankly.

Zhong Yi beat him with a straight face.

"Failure?! Do you think I found you two by nose?"

"Then what happened to the siblings just now?" Lu Xiaolu said.

"The Luban technique is effective for both humans, ghosts and gods." Zhong Yi said, "That's why the brother and sister are very weird."

Although Zhong Yi is arrogant, he is not someone who acts impulsively.

If he was the only one today, if he was still the passionate and active age a few years ago...

Then when the young man named Changsheng stepped out of the circle, Zhong Yi might immediately do it regardless.

But today Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu are both here, and their purpose of coming to Guangxi is not to fight with the mysterious master.

If the conflict between Wang Xiaoming and the young man was just accidental, Zhong Yi would rather choose not to cause extra problems.

Although the analysis was very clear intellectually, Zhong Yi was still unwilling.

Damn, he, Zhong Yi, has never...

His eyes moved to Wang Xiaoming.

As soon as Wang Xiaoming met his eyes, he immediately moved over.

"I understand." Wang Xiaoming touched him comfortingly.

Zhong Yi's veins twitched, and he looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you think I can't beat you?"