Third watch

"You know," Wang Xiaoming was surprised, "it didn't make much noise at all."

He skipped Zhong Yi's threat - anyway, Zhong Yi would threaten him with force every now and then, and he was almost used to it.

"As long as the bell moves, I can detect it." Zhong Yi said to him, "This is also the latest thing I have researched. It will not ring in daily actions, but if you run for your life crazily, make big moves on the street, or are mistaken by some monster I can swing the barbell back and forth, and the sound of the bell will notify me as soon as possible.”

Wang Xiaoming, "Really, that's really thankful——shit, what does it mean to run wildly and be thrown around? In your eyes, is this the only thing I can do?"

Zhong Yi was a little impatient, and wanted to say yes, but when he saw Wang Xiaoming's anger soaring and his eyes wide open, he thought it was a bit funny.

Wang Dazhuang didn't know how to raise his grandson, so he raised Wang Xiaoming quite contradictoryly.

Most of the time, Wang Xiaoming is quite independent, does not like to rely on others, and is quite self-motivated.

But sometimes it is very childish, such as the expression of anger, which looks the same as the expression of his three-year-old junior brother who was robbed of the egg roll by Mr. Bai.

They were all staring, thinking they were cool, handsome and domineering, but in fact their eyes were foggy with anger, and they looked like they would cry at any time.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yi's intention to beat him up to be obedient faded away, and he casually reached out and fiddled with the yellow bell: "No, you are very capable, so just take it as a decoration, you look good on it."

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

He felt very humiliated-this kind of perfunctory is not much better than threats, okay!

But Zhong Yi didn't lie this time.

Wang Xiaoming was born white, and he hasn't tanned much after traveling through mountains and rivers in Guangxi these days, and his neck is also thin, and the golden bell on his skin matches his complexion.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head suspiciously and asked Lu Xiaolu: "Is this thing pretty?"

Lu Xiaolu nodded: "It's pretty."

Anyway, it looks better than the little green hat.

Wang Xiaoming continued to look at him.

Lu Xiaolu lay on the bed and gave a thumbs up: "It looks like a man! Like a big star!"

Wang Xiaoming was suspicious: "Which celebrity?"

Zhong Yi withdrew his hand, turned over and lay down on his bed.

Lu Xiaolu: "That's who."

"Which one?"

Lu Xiaolu glanced at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Who is that?" Lu Xiaolu considered for a while: "The one with a particularly foreign name..."

"Who?"

"Doraemon."

Wang Xiaoming paused for two seconds.

"Fuck!" He picked up the pillow and threw it at it: "You are Doraemon! Your master is Doraemon! Look at his mountaineering bag!"

"He's also Doraemon, the one with the ears and tail still..."

"Fuck off!"

"Hey, why are you so angry? You asked me—"

"Die! Ga—"

"Ouch! Master, look at him!"

"Don't call me Master."

"Doraemon, look at him!"

"..."

Lord Bai raised his face, looked at the three people fighting in a group with disdain, and pushed the little white dog away from them.

Although Gu Bicai disappeared, the three of them discussed it and decided that it was more important to go to Di Ting once again, as the purpose of the cunning old man was to steal something in the ghost market and he couldn't escape.

No matter how sternly Wang Xiaoming protested, Zhong Yi still refused to take down the cat bell, so Wang Xiaoming had to wear a shirt with a collar to cover it up in summer—fortunately, the ghost market was open in the middle of the night, so it was dark and cool.

Lu Xiaolu looked at Wang Xiaoming with strange eyes, took out a notepad and wrote quickly, then tore off a sheet and showed it to Wang Xiaoming.

'You look like you're playing shame~'

It says so on the note.

Wang Xiaoming tore up the note, and beat Lu Xiaolu silently.

Lu Xiaolu silently dodged, dodged, and counterattacked.

When Wang Xiaoming moved a lot, the bell started to ring. In the end, Zhong Yi had no choice but to show his fists unbearably, and use violence to deter them to force them to be honest.

Probably because there are not many people in the ghost city who are so energetic, so the actions of the three of them are quite eye-catching.

Wang Xiaoming still wanted to beat Lu Xiaolu, but suddenly felt a hair on the back of his neck.

Zhong Yi noticed his expression was wrong almost immediately, and asked him what happened with his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming looked around inexplicably, thinking that he might be overthinking, so he waved his hand to show that it was all right.

The bookstore is easy to find, just past the gate.

The store was still dilapidated, and the three of them climbed up to the attic one by one.

But when Zhong Yi's flashlight swept across the deepest part of the attic, Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

The jar is still there, but the body is gone.

what's going on?

The three exchanged a color, and after searching for a while, they couldn't find anything useful, so they had to go downstairs.

But within a day, the body was gone.

Could it be that the dead body changed, turned into a zombie, jumped downstairs and left?

Although this is not impossible... but can the mythical beast turn into a zombie?

The three searched the store carefully, but found nothing, so they had no choice but to leave the store.

Since there is nothing to do here, the three of them have other things to do.

Just to find that old man Gu Bicai.

In fact, for Zhong Yi and the others, this old man was not very dangerous.

But for ordinary people, Gu Bicai is evil and dangerous.

In order to prevent him from bringing out another monster wife from the ghost city to commit crimes, the three unanimously decided to catch him.

Lu Xiaolu's expression of a country bumpkin entering the city was the same as yesterday, wishing he could grow a pair of eyes—even a broken brick in this ghost city made him feel mysterious and profoundly seductive.

Zhong Yi probably felt that it was unseemly for him to look around, and he didn't want to walk alongside him, but followed behind——as a result, Lu Xiaolu suddenly stopped walking.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming: "?"

Lu Xiaolu turned around and pulled them aside suddenly, with a strange look on his face.

Zhong Yi frowned.

Lu Xiaolu looked back nervously, took out the sticky note and began to write quickly, then handed it to Zhong Yi.

Wang Xiaoming probed to see.

Yesterday I wanted to poach Pixiu Eye Wang Xiaoming

Wang Xiaoming saw Zhong Yi's face suddenly changed, and couldn't help reaching out to hold the little green hat.

He remembered.

In the ghost market last night, there was indeed a strange person who wanted to do business with him, and he seemed to be staring at him...

Could it be that Lu Xiaolu saw that strange man again?

Zhong Yi's face turned cold, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he stretched out his hand to hold down Wang Xiaoming's little green hat, pushed him in, and then approached Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu signaled him with his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming was blocked by Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu, and he couldn't see what they were observing at all—could it be that strange man was on the street ahead?

Zhong Yi looked back at Wang Xiaoming, the little green hat was absolutely fine, otherwise with Wang Xiaoming's physique, even in a ghost market in a gray area, it would definitely attract onlookers.

If it wasn't the little green hat's problem, why would someone know that Wang Xiaoming has Pixiu eyes?

Did he stare at Wang Xiaoming before putting on the little green hat?

Zhong Yi's eyes moved to Wang Xiaoming's neck again.

wait.

He mouthed this order, and then gave Lu Xiaolu a hand.

Lu Xiaolu understood, and the two walked out one after the other.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

What is this called?

Squeeze him out?

Of course Wang Xiaoming is not so hypocritical.

He knew that Zhong Yi probably cared about that weird man very much - otherwise he wouldn't have followed him to watch.

He also brought Lu Xiaolu in, most likely for Lu Xiaolu's advice.

But why not take him?

Could it be that that strange man is so dangerous that he will be petrified just by looking at him?

Wang Xiaoming snorted.

Although he was not convinced, he knew it was better to be cautious.

The ghost market is mixed, and of course the smaller the target to track this kind of thing, the better.

Wang Xiaoming leaned against the wall, his eyelids were clenched.

But he knew well that now was not the time to sleep, but when sleepiness came up, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Since he succeeded in summoning generals, his physical fitness has been greatly affected, and he always feels sleepy and tired—this is why he has not dared to practice inviting God a few times.

According to his own calculations and Zhong Yi's analysis, regardless of the rank of the general, he still can't hold back the frequent summoning of generals. Please ask God once, and it's best to rest for a few days.

Even if it is the most dangerous and urgent time, you must not summon the general twice a day, otherwise you may not be able to stand up after asking God.

He tried to open his eyes wide, and pinched his thigh with his hand once and for all.

Suddenly, a short and muscular figure jumped out from the crack of the house he was leaning against, which scared Wang Xiaoming half of his drowsiness away, and almost jumped up.

Wang Xiaoming collected himself, although it was too dark, he still recognized Gu Bicai's high cheekbones and big nose immediately.

Gu Bicai was obviously taken aback by Wang Xiaoming, and subconsciously covered his heart.

Wang Xiaoming stood up, and found that the old man's expression had changed a little, he was no longer controlled by others, and he was no longer in a state of mind. In such an opaque night market, Wang Xiaoming actually felt that his eyes were more lively than those of the previous few days. up.

Don't tell me, old man, did he find a better substitute than that withered corpse of a cat demon?

Wang Xiaoming moved his gaze to Gu Bicai's armpit, and found that he was indeed holding something wrapped in cloth under his armpit. The furoshiki matched the color of his jacket, so he didn't notice it at first glance. .

Wang Xiaoming straightened his face and pointed to the package with gestures.

Gu Bicai dodged his eyes a little, and gestured to ask where the others were.

Wang Xiaoming had a point in his mind.

The old man probably didn't expect to bump into him, and he seemed to have picked up something.

When Wang Xiaoming thought of the demon cat raised by Gu Bicai, his whole body became terrified. If this old man took another evil thing out, God knows what he would do again.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming took two steps forward, motioning to see what was caught in his arm.

Gu Bicai took a step back, retracted into the gap, and put on a forced smile on his face, which was uglier than not smiling.

Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand.

Gu Bicai held the bag between his hands and waved his hands again and again, not knowing if he was saying that there was nothing in the bag, or because he didn't want to show it to him.

Wang Xiaoming insisted on watching.

The three of them have discussed that Gu Bicai can move freely in the ghost market, but he cannot be allowed to take things out casually.

Although Gu Bicai knows some magic tricks, without the cat demon, it would be difficult for him to face any of the three.

Needless to say, Zhong Yi, Wang Xiaoming has now learned the Canopy Subduing Demon Dafa, and Lu Xiaolu can catch him with just a little attention due to his agility and strength.

Although you can't fight in the ghost city, with the old man's skill, you can't run away from him.

With a straight face, Wang Xiaoming pushed forward a few more steps.

Gu Bicai saw that there was no way out, although he was very reluctant, he had no choice but to slowly unwrap the small bundle and show it to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming has only seen this kind of bundle on TV. It is crumpled, like a small cloth bag that an old lady with bound feet has pressed on the head of the bed for 30 years.

Gu Bicai opened the bag and found that it was just a piece of beige cloth inside, which looked very dull and had a musty smell.

Wang Xiaoming frowned and took a closer look. Apart from being a bit old, the cloth was nothing special. It didn't even have patterns on it.

But is Gu Bicai likely to buy a piece of useless old cloth in a ghost market?

Wang Xiaoming raised his head and wanted to ask Gu Bicai what the cloth was for, but he didn't expect that a sense of dizziness would hit him as soon as he raised his head.

What the hell!

Wang Xiaoming was so dizzy that he almost couldn't stand up. He gritted his teeth and wanted to catch Gu Bicai, but he saw that the cramped expression on Gu Bicai's face turned into a sly smile.

The thin old man stood in front of him holding the piece of cloth, and smiled as he watched Wang Xiaoming wave his hands indiscriminately, trying to grab something to stand up straight, and finally fell weak. Three steps behind him was the green brick road in the ghost market. path.