After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The gate of nothingness was pitch black, and there was no sun. Xie Bian could only walk by instinct, not knowing where the road ahead would lead.

Zhao Meng is a ghost, it should be the scary one, but he is very useless and grabs the hem of Xie Bian's clothes tightly and follows behind.

Now Xie Bian is dragging a troublesome brat, even if he wants to take two quick steps.

"What are you doing here?"

"I...I'm afraid of being alone, no, staying alone..."

Zhao Meng replied tremblingly, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

But in the unknown darkness, all sensory experiences are magnified, and Xie Bian can still hear him humming like a mosquito.

When he came out to look for Lao Fan, he was still wearing the single clothes at home, and he didn't bring anything with him, only the whip in his hand that was about to be swished once, Xie Bian didn't know what to do.

It was pitch black, and he didn't know where to find Fan Wujiu.

Almost at the same time as he was muttering in his heart, a hand suddenly rested on Xie Bian's shoulder.

It was obviously chilly to the bone, but Xie Bian felt great peace of mind.

The hand rested on his shoulder for a while, and the knuckles began to dance rhythmically, clasping intriguingly, as if to comfort him.

"Come out to find me, what are you doing?"

Fan Wujiu's voice came from the darkness, it was obviously still the same oppressive voice as that day, Xie Bian heard his breathing between the words, but felt that he was still as normal as telling himself to eat meat at the dinner table.

This nonsensical sentence is not like a question, but more like an answer.

You came to me, you found me.

At this time, if you don't know how to write homework, you can't write the lie that you will go to the remedial class, which is a bit of nonsense. Xie Bian can only bite the bullet and tell the truth.

"I think of someone, let me ask you."

When Xie Bian spoke, his voice also echoed in the darkness, ethereal and uncertain, and it took a long time to dissipate.

After Fan Wujiu was silent for a long time, Xie Bian heard a vague "um", as if he already knew what he was going to ask.

"I'll tell you tomorrow morning, go back to bed first."

"What about you?" Xie Bian grabbed his shoulder with one hand, just touching the fingers of the hand that Fan Wujiu was about to withdraw.

Fan Wujiu smiled lightly: "I have some things to do—"

"me and you together."

Xie Bian interrupted him before he finished speaking.

He had too many questions about Fan Wujiu in his heart, and he was curious about why this enemy who could kill him without hesitation rescued him again.

At the same time, he was also curious, did Fan Wujiu just stay in this kind of place by himself when there was no one around? Was his so-called going to work or sleeping in the dark?

"...I...I want to be with you too."

Zhao Meng, who had been ignored by the two for a long time, spoke again tremblingly, unwilling to be left behind.

Xie Bian heard Fan Wujiu laugh again, but behind the vain laughter, he couldn't imagine Fan Wujiu's grimace hidden under the black robe, what it should be like when he laughed.

"it is good."

The voice of Heiwuchang's answer was a helpless compromise, a bit like being pampered by others.

When Xie Bian was trying to pull himself away from these unrealistic thoughts, Fan Wujiu just walked up to him and stuffed a sleeve corner into his hand.

"Holding."

Xie Bian's ears turned red, but luckily the darkness covered everything, and no one saw his abnormality.

Zhao Meng tugged him, and he tugged Fan Wujiu.

Lao Fan coaxed him into treating him like a child.

Xie Bian didn't want to be treated like a child, so he loosened his robe to listen to the voice to identify his position.

When Fan Wujiu was walking, there was no sound. Xie Bian couldn’t hear his footsteps and felt a little flustered. Suddenly, there was a rhythmic tapping of "da——da———" next to his ear, which turned out to be Fan Wujiu’s The tiger sickle was lightly pestered on the ground, making a guiding sound to him.

When no one was talking, Xie Bi'an felt as if he had returned to Wuwang City, where he had been alone for thousands of years, even if Fan Wujiu visited occasionally, the two of them were relatively silent.

Finally, after walking for an unknown amount of time, the knocking sound stopped, and a light array suddenly appeared in front of him, and Xie Bian was so shaken that he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Xie Bian was in another place.

It seemed to be raining outside, and the raindrops dripped on the pipes and made a sound close at hand, but Xie Bian couldn't find any cylindrical objects as far as he could see.

Soon he found out that something was wrong. He couldn't find the pipe because he was in a pipe with a radius of three meters.

No wonder looking out from where I stood, the end of my field of vision was a circle.

Fan Wujiu didn't explain, but Xie Bian already understood through the abnormality of the surrounding things that he was already in Shali.

So Lao Fan doesn't sleep because he wants to enter the evil spirit.

Xie Bian felt a little cold, shivered, and touched his arm when he saw Fan Wujiu in the dark.

Old Fan Mingming is the one who is the least afraid of the cold, and their true feelings will be replaced in the evil environment, that is to say, the evil master feels cold in this environment.

Xie Bian looked around, saw that the rain had not stopped, and he could only see a little of the outside by the light, but he couldn't see clearly.

Xie Bian walked directly past Fan Wujiu, there was already some water in the pipe, and if he didn't think about it, the slippers he was wearing would get soaked.

He stood at the end of the pipe, reaching out to catch the rain outside.

It feels cool and moist to the touch, for real.

If he dressed up in this pajamas and went out, he would definitely get wet, Xie Bian bit his lower lip, and looked back at Fan Wujiu.

By the light, Xie Bian saw the face of Lao Fan under the black robe, the corners of his mouth seemed to be raised slightly.

He's waiting for him to ask for help.

Fan Wujiu stretched out his free hand from under the black robe and waved it in the air. In the next second, Xie Bian had an extra robe that was identical to his. The difference was that Xie Bian was wearing it. is white.

Xie Bian wanted Fan Wujiu to find a way to stop the rain, but Lao Fan gave him a robe to protect him from wind and rain.

The corner of Fan Wujiu's mouth turned up again, as if he was telling Xie Bian—you didn't say what you wanted.

Xie Bian didn't speak, and resigned to his fate, he turned his head and walked into the rain. Between his legs, there was a pair of cloth boots on his feet.

"I want it too...can I..." Zhao Meng, who was ignored by the two of them again, raised his hand tremblingly.

Fan Wujiu followed Xie Bian's footsteps and snapped his fingers indiscriminately without looking back.

"...My lord, why is mine a raincoat..."

……

After walking a long way, the rain has no intention of stopping.

When he entered Song Lixuan's Sha, he at least had a little bit of information provided by Zhao Meng, and now he was walking in the dark under the rain, Xie Bian really had no idea.

It was Fan Wujiu who brought him here, Fan Wujiu was not in a hurry, so why was he in a hurry?

Xie Bian gradually slowed down his pace to listen to the movements around him.

He originally intended to judge what Fan Wujiu behind him was doing through the sound, but he accidentally heard another voice.

footsteps.

Slow and rhythmic footsteps came, as if someone was walking in the rain.

But Xie Bian looked around and couldn't find anyone, but his intuition told him that the sound of footsteps could lead to something.

Xie Bian walked closely with the footsteps in that robe. The sleeves of the robe were wide, and the hood on the cloak hung down to cover half of his sight. He didn't know if Fan Wujiu would fall down while walking like this every day.

The sound of footsteps gradually stopped, and the rain on his body seemed to have stopped. Xie Bian looked up, only to realize that he had come to an old courtyard gate.

It's just that the gate of this courtyard is more than ten meters high.

After passing through the pipeline just now, Xie Bian has already discovered that the things here are ridiculously large, as if they came to the kingdom of giants.

Fan Wujiu and Zhao Meng also came to the door.

The iron courtyard door creaked open, and Xie Bian saw the opportunity and directly squeezed through the door.

After entering Shali, Zhao Meng seems to be more willing to get close to Fan Wujiu than Xie Bian, because he also knows which one is a better backer.

Xie Bian forgave him for the time being, without Zhao Meng's restraint, it was easier for him to act.

The rain had stopped from the moment Xie Bian stepped into the gate of the courtyard. Xie Bian took off the hood that blocked his view and looked around.

This is an ordinary courtyard, with a few dilapidated flower pots placed under the eaves, and a small shed randomly piled up with leaky tiles and blue bricks. Standing at the door and looking inside, you can still see a few chicken feathers half a person's height. Xie Bian saw it and knew This is where the chickens are raised.

Although the yard was ordinary, everything was magnified, and it was quite difficult to observe. Xie Bian had to walk dozens of steps to walk from the chicken coop to the other side of the yard.

An old rusty tricycle was parked under the courtyard wall on the other side. The tires of the tricycle were still covered with mud. Xie Bian stretched out his hand to compare and found that it was as wide as his palm.

It is indeed a bit outrageously large.

"Sir, be careful!"

Zhao Meng suddenly shouted.

Xie Bian subconsciously looked at the "adult" he said when he heard the words, but Fan Wujiu was safe and sound, holding the tiger scythe in his arms, and he still looked like a person who hated ghosts and was unmoved by the wind and rain.

When Xie Bian looked at him, Lao Fan was also looking at Xie Bian, and the eyes of the two briefly met. At that moment, Xie Bian seemed to see an imperceptible panic in the eyes of Hei Wuchang who was accustomed to the wind and rain.

crunch...

Xie Bian turned his head and found that the old tricycle started to move, and the half-missed door fender was dangling with the movement of the car.

And the wheels were rolling slowly behind him.

The "adult" in Zhao Meng's mouth turned out not to be Lao Fan. He didn't know Xie Bian's true identity, and subconsciously classified Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu into the same category of people. title.

Xie Bian ran to the side, dodging the wheels that suddenly rolled over.

The tricycle slid towards Fan Wujiu's station with a tire of mud on it.

Zhao Meng was still seeking shelter beside Fan Wujiu. Seeing this, Lao Fan grabbed his collar and jumped into the air, then landed firmly beside Xie Bian.

Zhao Meng was still in shock, unable to move his eyeballs. It took a long time before he came to his senses, stretched out two hands, and grabbed the two "adults" one by one.

Xie Bian gave him a contemptuous look.

"Don't call me my lord."

At this time, he still has the energy to care about a title, and it seems that he is really fearless.Fan Wujiu smiled lightly, his voice was so small that even Xie Bian didn't notice it.

The tricycle rushed straight to the chicken coop, and the front wheel just stopped in the iron railing of the small door of the chicken coop, stuck tightly and unable to move.

so close.

Xie Bian glared at Zhao Meng, flicked the kid's hand off his body, and looked at Fan Wujiu again, his eyes seemed to say: "Look at him."

It's quite a sense of being alone in danger.

Xie Bian thought that the danger was out of the way, and was about to walk under the eaves when he suddenly heard a sound dozens of times louder than before.

The tricycle that was stuck by the chicken coop twisted unreasonably, the handlebars swayed from side to side in the gap between the iron fences, and the tattered fender at the back was about to stick up into the sky.

Soon, Xie Bian discovered the intention of "it" - as the tricycle twisted, the two wheels that were not stuck were gradually falling off the vehicle.

Not long after, the two wheels abandoned the car and escaped, and the rusty frame of the car hit the ground with a "bang", Zhao Meng was so frightened that he hid behind Fan Wujiu.

Before Xie Bian could react, the two wheels of regaining freedom suddenly started rolling regardless.

One was heading towards him, and the other was running towards Old Fan.

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范无救：区别对待感谢在2021-08-1300:00:00~2021-08-1800:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tao Gugu and Jiu Luoheng;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 23 bottles of Yeyin Xiaoyuehan; 2 bottles of Gu Qingming;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!