The Devil of the Walking Street

On the second floor of the church, Swell stood up his high collar, holding a black bat in his right hand, and sneaked out of the women's toilet.

Hadley whimpered aside, indicating that no one saw it.

"What's the use of you." Swell snorted disdainfully at the messy husky, turned down his collar, slipped the bat in his hand, and walked into the men's room opposite.

He glanced briefly at a row of green locks, and then kicked Hadley who followed him out: "Look out for the wind. If anyone comes, howl—or scare him away."

The half-human-tall "Husky" ran out.

The bathroom on the second floor of the church is located in a remote place, and not many people know about it. In addition, it is well ventilated and the space is relatively large, so there is no particularly strange smell.

Swell casually slapped the bat on the gleaming tiles.

The archbishop snapped his fingers and looked at the bat condescendingly: "Recently, everything is running to the church."

The bat didn't respond, but got up and flew towards the open window.

Swell watched the bat leisurely from the sidelines, but when it was about to fly out of the window, it was suddenly stopped by something.

Throughout the space, on the ceiling, on the walls, on the tiles on the floor, densely packed distorted golden characters emerged, flickering twice, then disappeared suddenly.

The leather shoes pattered on the tiles, making a crisp and snapping sound.Swell squatted down, poked the bat lying motionless on the ground, and said softly, "Tell me? Huh?"

"The Book of Sand?" Lan Ming sat back on his seat again. He looked at Cheng Sheng with disbelief written in his eyes: "What's going on?"

"I don't know where it came from." Cheng Sheng shrugged: "It's said to be from Swell."

Lan Ming didn't know what to say, but felt mixed feelings in his heart: "Do you believe it?"

Cheng Sheng was also surprised: "Isn't that why you came to China?"

The boy shook the half glass of orange juice irritably: "I said I was just to avoid people."

Although there was also a reason for this at the time.

"...Listen to your tone," the young man pinched the straw with his thumb and forefinger to stir the drink in his cup: "Isn't the Book of Sand in Swell's place?"

"He said he's not here." Lan Ming rubbed his brows, feeling vaguely uncomfortable: "And I've looked for it too."

"Just believe what he says." Cheng Sheng said, "Tsk tsk, have you lived together for a few days?"

"..." Lan Ming didn't want to pay attention to the other party's verbal teasing: "Where did the news come from?"

Cheng Sheng shook his head, stretched his voice and spread his hands: "I don't know—"

"What's the use of you?" Lan Ming got up and left: "Goodbye."

Cheng Sheng: "..."

The young man sat alone in front of the small square table with his head propped up, watching the back of the cat-eared boy leaving gracefully, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Lan Ming returned to the attic with the cake, Swaer was tearing up the newspaper angrily.

"……What are you doing."

The archbishop glanced at the young man, did not speak, continued to hold the newspaper, and tore the thing in his hand into strips of equal width with a melodious and long sound of "sta-la".

Lan Ming crumpled up the newspaper strips on the coffee table and threw them into the trash basket: "...I heard about it."

These words were like a lit fuse, instantly igniting all the archbishop's anger.

"Who the hell is spreading rumors everywhere! I won't kill him!" Swell was so angry that he wanted to flip the table: "A cat and a bat came here in just one day, and tomorrow there will be an angel and a devil !"

Lan Ming: "...the devil already has an angel, let's forget it."

"Grass!"

Lan Ming: "Few people can beat you anyway..."

The archbishop sighed heavily: "I came to China to enjoy life...the ghost wants to take care of these miscellaneous things."

The legendary book of the world, a large number of people are begging for it.

"If only I really had it..." Swell felt very bad.

At the beginning, it was estimated that the people who came here were some miscellaneous cards who didn't understand the rules, so it's good to just call them back.

The real headache is whether those bigwigs whose minds are like needles in the sea will come to China not far away.

It's fine if you don't come.

It was just too bad to come.

There are so many ordinary human beings here, their business license will be revoked if they make a big fuss.

The feeling of being insisted that there was something when he obviously didn't have it really made the Archbishop feel like he had been shot in the knee.