I'm just a "little half fairy"

The night was shrouded, the clouds on the horizon gradually disappeared into the dark night sky, and the moon gradually slipped out from the clouds.

Xu Mowen still stood there quietly, unable to see the expression on his face clearly in the darkness.

The breeze picked up gradually, and the water behind him shone like splinters of silver against the backdrop of the moonlight.

Yan Ting was stunned. He looked at Xu Mowen, of course he knew that Xu Mowen was also looking at him.

how about you?

Yan Ting carefully confirmed the meaning of these three words in his mind, he was asking himself if he likes him, right?

Xu Mowen was waiting for his answer, but his palms were already sweating.

It seemed that after a long time, he heard himself speak: "I...Of course I think you are a very good person..."

The other party was speechless.

Yan Ting sorted out her emotions, and then said: "You are very kind to me, I am very grateful to you, and I also like to have you as a friend by my side..."

"You know that's not the kind of liking I'm talking about."

In the moonlight, Xu Mowen's figure approached him step by step.

Yan Ting only felt her heart beating faster, and her palms were sweating more and more.

But Xu Mowen passed by him, turned to him and said, "Let's go, it's cold at night."

This reservoir is a bit remote, there are no buildings around it, a road that is not wide extends out of overgrown grass, and even the street lights are only a long way apart.

Xu Mowen walked in front, and Yan Ting followed silently.

He walked forward with his head down, kicking the small stones on the side of the road from time to time, as if making a little noise in the quiet night could ease the embarrassment of the atmosphere.

While walking, Yan Ting was thinking about what happened just now, when she bumped into a solid object on her forehead without paying attention.

Looking up, what I bumped into was Xu Mowen's chest. I don't know when Xu Mowen had stopped to wait for him.

"Yes... I'm sorry." Yan Ting said awkwardly.

"Is there only so much?"

"what?"

Xu Mowen was very close to him at the moment, and lowered his head slightly when speaking: "Do you just like to be friends with me?"

Again!

Yan Ting could no longer control her heartbeat, she clenched her hands tightly, and lowered her head not daring to look at him again.

But Xu Mowen stretched out a hand, supported his chin and raised his head, forcing Yan Ting to look directly at her own.

Under the dim streetlights, Yan Ting looked at Xu Mowen in surprise as he lowered his head little by little.

The blackness in Xu Mowen's eyes became deeper and deeper, he lowered his eyes slightly, and the long eyelashes cast shadows on his face.

The surroundings were unbelievably quiet, Yan Ting could almost hear her own heartbeat, and Xu Mowen's approaching breathing.

He thought he should dodge, but unexpectedly, he clenched his hands tightly and closed his eyes!

After a while, the situation he imagined did not happen, Yan Ting slowly opened his eyes.

Xu Mowen slowly put down his hand and took a deep breath.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it." Xu Mowen took a step back and turned around, Yan Ting could no longer see his expression clearly.

It took him a long time to let go of his clenched fist—he had forgotten to breathe because of being too nervous just now, and now he began to pant heavily after he recovered.

"I'll call a car." Xu Mowen said suddenly, and took out his cell phone while speaking.

"Oh... good!" Yan Ting no longer knew what he was talking about, but subconsciously responded to him.

His mind is now full of what Xu Mowen said and did just now.He thought, either he was crazy or Xu Mowen was crazy.

They didn't say a word all the way, and they didn't stop until they came to an old platform.

Because this place is relatively remote, it will take more than ten minutes to get there by calling a car.

After being quiet for a while, Yan Ting decided to take the initiative to break the awkward situation.

"I don't know if the murderer will continue to commit crimes," Yan Ting engraved, "We need to quickly find the person who grows Sophora thorn."

Of course he was speaking to Xu Mowen, but he didn't turn his head to look at him from the beginning to the end.

Xu Mowen seemed to be thinking about something, but he withdrew his thoughts when Yan Ting spoke up.

"Acacia thorn has high requirements on the growth environment. To make it grow poisonous juice, suitable high temperature, special fertilizer and soil are all indispensable."

"Moreover," Xu Mowen continued, "it takes a lot of Sophora thorn juice to extract a small amount of toxic substances, and these toxins will lose their effectiveness in almost two sticks of incense."

Yan Ting said: "So, the perpetrators will not transport the poison all the way here, but will most likely plant a large number of Sophora thorns near here!"

"That's right," Xu Mowen nodded and said, "Acacia thorn needs a lot of rotten leaves as fertilizer, and the growth environment must be humid and high temperature."

"For example, the current greenhouse..."

"Well, it is likely to be disguised as a normal crop and grown in a greenhouse."

In this way, the scope is greatly reduced.

It would take at least ten minutes for the murderer to transport the toxin here and lead people to a remote place, so even if they made the toxin at the fastest speed and then transported it over at the fastest speed, the planting place of Sophora thorn would not be the same. It will not exceed a radius of fifty kilometers.

In addition, the northwest of Qingyun City happens to be the main areas for vegetable cultivation, so the acacia thorn planted by the murderer is likely to be mixed in.

"We'll look for it tomorrow morning."

"it is good……"

The topic ended, and they didn't know what to say. Fortunately, the taxi arrived soon.

The driver is a chatterbox, chatting with them in one sentence or another. Although Yan Ting doesn't like to talk to the driver on weekdays, in order to keep the air quiet, she is very active in chatting up the conversation.

Xu Mowen lay down on the seat, closed his eyes and got up.

Finally back to their residence, Yan Ting saw the lights on in his shop as soon as he got out of the car, Xu Mowen was also a little puzzled, so he followed him.

"Wang Yuan?" As soon as Yan Ting called out his name, he saw Wang Puhe sitting behind him, and several disciples standing beside him.

"Where did you get the key?"

Wang Yuan waved his hands carefully, and mouthed to him, "I can't stop him!"

Wang Puhe pushed Wang Yuan who was blocking the way aside: "Do you need a key to open this kind of door?"

He walked up to Yan Ting and said with a sullen face, "Why did you bring the puppet back for private hiding? Could it be... do you want to keep it for yourself?"

Yan Ting thought it was funny: "If I want to own it, I will sell it to you? Is it because you can't control it and almost killed you!"

Wang Puhe's face became even uglier: "That's not your business!"

Yan Ting looked at him with some surprise: "If I don't care about you, you probably will die standing here and talking to me now!"

Wang Puhe knew he was wrong, but his tone did not soften: "I have my own measure, hand over the puppet!"

"Okay, just wait."

Yan Ting walked to the backyard, and returned to the shop after a while, still holding a card in his hand.

"I haven't touched a cent of your money, so I'll return it to you."

Wang Puhe frowned deeply, anger suddenly appeared on his face, he snatched the bank card and threw it aside: "Don't you think it's too late to pay back the money now?! I only want ghosts!"

The way he was burning with anger made everyone around him feel a little scary.

Not only Wang Yuan, his other disciples also felt the changes in him in recent days.

Yan Ting was also a little displeased by him, and said angrily: "What if I don't pay?"

"No?" Wang Puhe sneered, "I'm afraid you don't want your shop anymore!"

"Master," Wang Yuan tried to persuade him, "Let's wait until your health is better, now..."

"roll!"

Being trained by his master since he was a child, now Wang Yuan would reflexively keep silent whenever he heard the roar of his master, and dare not say a word.

Seeing Wang Puhe losing his mind, Yan Ting felt more and more that he couldn't hand over the puppet to him, otherwise there would be even bigger troubles.

Yan Ting calmed down and tried to communicate with him: "You want to use the puppet to find Yu Mingjie, but you can either let it escape or be controlled by it. Even if I give it to you again this time, you can guarantee that nothing will go wrong again. ?!"

Wang Puhe was already very impatient: "Even if I die, it has nothing to do with you!"

Yan Ting snorted and said, "I really don't care if you die or not, I'm just afraid that you will harm others if you die yourself!"

From Wang Puhe's expression, it can be seen that he is already trying his best to endure, maybe if he says one more word, he will come up and beat him up.

He breathed heavily, took a deep breath, and said, "I'll give you one last chance, pay or not!"

"No payment!"

I thought Wang Puhe was about to explode, but unexpectedly he laughed strangely.

"The wronged soul you raised is too weak."

Yan Ting was startled, he didn't expect him to threaten Ruan Lin!

"What did you do to her?!"

"She was trying to scare me when I first came in... so funny!"

Wang Puhe's eyes gradually became fierce: "If you don't want her to turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear from here, hand over the puppet immediately!"

Yan Ting suddenly became angry, but Xu Mowen pressed him down before he could get angry.

He whispered to Yan Ting: "You wait, I'll get it."

Not long after, Xu Mowen walked in with the Qiankun bag and threw it to Wang Puhe.

Wang Puhe took the Qiankun bag and looked at Xu Mowen suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"Yan Ting's friend."

Although Wang Puhe had doubts in his heart, since the ghost puppet was in his hands, he didn't care so much and called everyone to leave.

Before leaving, he said to Yan Ting: "On the tree in your backyard."

Yan Ting hurried to the backyard, looked up, and found that Ruan Lin was surrounded by runes and ropes, hanging from a tree like a cocoon.

He quickly rescued her, but Ruan Lin had no strength at this time, and lay softly on the ground.

"nothing."

Xu Mowen patted the panic-stricken Yan Ting, knelt down and squeezed the formula gently, only to see a gleam of light enter Ruan Lin's body.

After a while, Ruan Lin opened her eyes.

Seeing Yan Ting, she said weakly: "Someone broke in, I didn't stop..."

Yan Ting frowned, and said softly: "They have already left, you go to rest first!"

After Ruan Lin was settled, Yan Ting came out, and Xu Mowen was still waiting for him in the yard.

"You really don't have to worry about handing the puppet to Wang Puhe."

Xu Mowen was sitting at the stone table under the tree, fiddling with a fallen leaf on the table with his fingers, and said unhurriedly: "Of course I didn't just hand it over to him, I did some tricks in the Qiankun bag."

"What hands and feet?"

"A little tracking trick."

"Last time Wang Yuan said that his master had a connection with a certain mysterious person. It seems that he is so anxious to get the puppet back now because of that mysterious person's instigation."

The leaf spun rapidly under the rubbing of Xu Mowen's fingers, and stopped after a while.

"Also, I think they are related to the two murders today."

Yan Ting was even more puzzled: "How to say?"

Xu Mowen looked at Yan Ting: "I smelled acacia thorn on Wang Puhe's body."

"..."