Wen Shi turned around and saw Xie Wen holding an umbrella in one hand and putting the other in his pocket.

His umbrella was pressed very low, blocking the slanted rain, revealing only his thin and beautiful chin.

"You just photographed me?" Wen Shi asked.

"Me?" Xie Wen didn't stop, but was stunned for a moment, "No, someone is taking pictures of you?"

"Who knows if it's a human being?" Wen Shi said mockingly.

This scared Xia Qiao. He grabbed Wen Shi's arm and said like a mosquito: "What does it mean? Is there something following us?"

When I heard it: "No."

He happened to walk to the intersection of Chang Street and Wangquan Road, where the only street lamp was standing, with the light bulb covered with dust, and even the light was gray.

Xia Qiao was still shaking, and he hung on Wen Shi's arm, clutching tighter and tighter: "No? Why do you say no?"

Xie Wen also came over curiously.

"Because it's not following us-" Wen Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. The three people walked side by side, but he was the only one with a shadow. "It's following me."

“…”

"Xia Qiao" and "Xie Wen" suddenly stopped.

Wen Shi turned his feet, swung the umbrella and threw it towards the two of them!

His movements were fierce and fierce, and he could even hear the sound of the wind when he threw them over.

"Xia Qiao" and "Xie Wen" were swept away and were about to rush back. When they saw it, they found a ball of cotton thread from their jeans pockets.

His fingers flexibly hooked and pulled them, and the seemingly messy line quickly circled between his left five fingers. The next second, the line was thrown out.

The end was obviously empty, but it seemed like it had fallen by a thousand pounds. It wrapped around the two fakes with the sound of the rushing wind, and then fell back to Wen Shi's right hand.

He tilted his head slightly, held an umbrella with his shoulders, pulled his ten fingers to both sides with his ten thin fingers, and the cotton thread tightened instantly, tightly stalking the two "people" wrapped in the center.

They twisted and screamed silently, and then "pop" into a mist, leaving no trace again.

When I smelled it, I straightened my neck and held the handle of the umbrella again.

The rain continued to fall, and the tension at that moment just now was like a sudden episode, but when I heard it, he got into someone's cage again.

He looked around and vaguely saw lights in the middle of Wangquan Road. If he was right, it would be Wangquan Ancient City.

Wen Shi was walking towards that place with an umbrella while lowering his head and biting off the cotton thread wrapped around his fingers.

As a result, as soon as I pulled it, I felt something "smack" falling on the back of his neck. It should be a drop of water, which was cold and slid into his clothes along the bone line.

He subconsciously turned around, behind him was a road that was endless, and there was a dead silence.

Smack-

Another drop of water fell down and penetrated into the ends of the hair.

When I heard this, I suddenly realized that he was still holding an umbrella. How could water droplets pass by him???

He raised his head—

A white face shrank into an umbrella, and the wet hair hung down, and the water dripping flowed down.

When I heard it: "..."

He was silent for a moment, holding the metal umbrella bone in one hand, and put away the umbrella with a "slap"!

The human face was sandwiched in an umbrella, and a muffled exclaim was made, and then he threw it away with the umbrella on his face... when he was smelled.

With these things, when he arrived at Wangquan Wan Ancient City, he was wet and looked to the doorpost with expressionless expression, which was scarier than a ghost.

Xia Qiao was so scared to tears by him.

"Why are you squatting here?" Wen Shi kicked the unscrupulous thing.

Xia Qiao sniffed and stood up from the pillar: "The view here is good, you can see the person coming, and the door post is big, and it feels safe to stick to it on the back."

But who the hell could have thought that Brother Wen did not take the ordinary road, and he walked around from behind without saying a word, and just stood beside him and dripped water.

Xia Qiao thought about it and added: "Squatting is more secure than standing."

Wen Shi: "There is not much difference between standing and squatting."

Xia Qiao: "???"

"Is this a human attack?" Xia Qiao said.

When I smelled, I rubbed my wet hair back and held the collar of my T-shirt and shook the water: "Where is thank you?"

"I didn't see it." Xia Qiao was still in shock. "I was following you, but as I walked, I found that you were both weird. I stretched my head and saw that my face was wrong! Of course, I ran away and didn't care whether there were anyone else on the road."

The last time he followed Wen Shi, Xie Wen entered the cage and knew that the cage was usually a building. This time he did not run around. He came straight to the mall when he saw it, and was squatting here with clear goals.

"Thank you..." Xia Qiao felt scared and rude every time he called Xie and asked for his name. But calling Brother Xie is a bit strange. Because although Xie Wen was gentle, he gave him an inexplicable sense of distance.

He thought for a while before he found a less hot title: "Well, if Boss Xie is also in the cage, he should know that he is coming here, right?"

He was about to say that the other party might be in the first place, why don’t we go in and look for it?

When I saw it, I was impatiently carrying the front closure of the T-shirt to prevent the wet fabric from sticking to the skin, and said, "Wait."

Aren't you waiting impatiently???

Xia Qiao said in his heart.

This mall is designed like a rolled paper tube, slightly tilted and smooth lines. If the windows are bright and clean, it should be quite beautiful.

But it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, with yellow stains on the walls and gray glass, so I can't see clearly what's inside.

Standing outside, you can only see a few shops with sporadic incandescent lamps, as deserted as an abandoned building.

I don’t know if it’s the cage owner’s impression of it or if it’s like this.

"Brother Wen, whose cage do you think is this?" Xia Qiao murmured, "Can it be that driver? I would have known that umbrella would not have taken it."

When I heard this, I said, "I took it on purpose."

Xia Qiao: "?"

He was about to ask, but footsteps came not far away. The two of them turned around and saw Xie Wen late.

He held the umbrella in his hands, his clothes were clean, and there were no wet marks even with his trouser legs. It can be seen that he was neither frightened nor ran.

"What's wrong with you two? Have you just taken a shower?" Xie Wenyuan asked with a hint of laughter when he saw them.

"You didn't touch anything?" Wen Shi asked frowned.

"No." Xie Wen stood in the corridor to collect an umbrella, "Fortunately, I can't stand the open-air bath."

This sounds provocative when you hear it.

He snorted from his nose, thinking that the chicken was lucky. He silently took out the cotton thread and lighter from his pocket, turned around and went to the flower table to snatch it a few times.

Xie Wen came over: "You will come to the cage this time?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Shi said unhappy, so he picked three branches and simply wrapped them with cotton thread, "Give you another chance to play with someone?"

Xia Qiao came over and said, "I don't want to get in the doll anymore, brother."

When I smelled: "Yeah."

Just thinking about it.

I know my own level best. I can't say anything when I'm hungry when I smell it. Now I'm full, although it's far from being as good as when I have a spiritual appearance, it's quite good to be included in an ordinary judge.

The most time... I can also hang a half bucket of water like Xie Wen!

When I smelled it, my fingers had already started to move.

Xia Qiao watched him bounce off the lighter. The moment Mars lit up, he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Brother Wen."

"Say." He lit a branch when he heard it.

"I came out of my grandfather's cage that day the next day." Xia Qiao stared at the cluster of flames and said, "I don't know if it's dazzling, but I saw the name spectrum--"

He wanted to say, "Your name seems to have lit up a little," but because Xie Wen is there, he swallowed the half sentence and only mentioned it behind: "The line on our name spectrum seems to have moved up a little bit."

Wen Shi didn't raise his eyes either. He put the branches into his hand, wrapped his fingers in cotton thread, and said casually: "I didn't see any vision, because I just uncage."

Xia Qiao said "Oh" and suddenly became a little excited: "Brother Wen, if you unplug a little more, can we climb up this line? Will the ranking be higher?"

When I heard it: "..."

Yes, really.

But this is a bit fucking horrible.

When Chen Qiao was alive, he could enter the cage casually. The vein was no problem jumping up a few times, but it was considered Shen Qiao's head anyway.

Now that Shen Qiao is gone, Xia Qiao, the little puppet, has no name yet. In the eyes of other families, this lineage in the name spectrum is completely amazing.

A line where all the members have died is dragging a row of dead names written in red pens and climbing up vigorously. Who are you trying to scare?

Wen Shi just realized that his hand shook immediately.

The branches surrounding the smoke were tied up in the cotton thread and brought the three of them into the cage together.
To be continued...