The thick black fog bared its teeth and claws, pressing toward the girl.

The wooden sword makes a clear sound.

Throw up.

It turned into sword light and penetrated into the thick fog.

Jiang You heard a continuous, shrill and shrill sound of ghost crying.

Then, the black mist began to escape outwards.

The wooden knife flew back and was inserted at the girl's feet.

"Is this considered safe?" Jiang You asked.

Tang Butian picked up the wooden knife. She slowly took a few steps forward. The figure and the moonlight were intertwined. She stopped one meter in front of Jiang You and said, "Yes."

"I was so scared that I was covered in sweat." Jiang You raised his hand and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, "Will it come again?"

"Maybe. I'm not very good at this."

"Hey, leader, you are the person in charge of Tangjiang City. You are an expert. You must be good at it."

"Teco is not responsible for handling these matters. It only provides support when the case requires relevant support. When necessary, I will contact people who are good at it."

"Is Taoist Qingyang like this?"

"Yes." Tang Butian turned around and stood side by side with him, "Six years ago, after your parents died, your Internet browsing history shows that you read a lot of metaphysical things."

"Is the investigation so detailed?"

"Political review."

"Is it because of this that you suspect me?"

"You have clairvoyance. It's easy for you to take this path, and it's even easier for you to take the evil path."

"At that time," Jiang You touched his pants pocket. He didn't touch the cigarette. He sighed, "I just wanted to see my parents again and say a few words."

"Have you seen it?"

"No," Jiang You lowered his head and looked at his shadow, "They should have been reincarnated successfully."

"Then you drop out of school and start speculating in real estate."

"Hey, I don't admit it when you say I'm a real estate speculator. I've only bought so much, what kind of real estate speculation is that?" Jiang You glanced at Tang Butian, "Do you want to go for a stroll in the park or have a late-night snack?

"

"You're pretty good at it."

"Don't think I'm fat now. When I was in college, I was the backbone of the badminton club and had abdominal muscles." He touched his stomach, "I'm really hungry. The night market is about to start at this time, and it smells like a jelly noodle stall.

Not bad, the peanuts inside are very crunchy, do you want to try them?"

"Okay." Tang Butian agreed.

Jiang You took Tang Butian and walked towards Cultural Street from another road.

Not far away, a man wearing a black T-shirt quietly watched them walk away.

His right arm was wrapped with circles of black hair of different shades.

He snorted softly.

When he turned to leave, he saw a spider.

Along the transparent silk thread, it dangled in front of him.

Black with a red line on the back.

His eyes widened in horror.

The black hair on the wrist surged and twisted towards the spider's body.

And in the next moment, the man found that his body could not move.

He saw that his hands, his feet... were all covered with transparent spider silk.

Corroding clothes and flesh.

Peel off.

Dissolve.

Silently, it turned into a small pile of black ash.

The side door of the park was pushed open with a creak, and a handsome monk came out. He looked doubtfully at the place where the man disappeared. He shook his head and walked back to the side door.

The wind blew, and the black ash was blown up and then blown away.

The night market is on Wenhui Road to the west of Wenhua Street.

The sound of cooking, shouting, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together, making it very lively.

Jiang You took Tang Butian to the Liangpi stall.

Business was very good, and there was a queue in front of the stall.

Jiang You and Tang Butian stood at the end of the team.

Tang Butian looked at the stalls in the night market with some curiosity. There were stir-fry stalls, crayfish stalls, barbecue stalls, pancake stalls, claypot rice, spicy hotpot and cold skin, all kinds of things were available.

"First time coming to the night market?" Jiang You asked.

Tang Butian shook his head, "There are many stalls opposite the school gate at night."

"That's right. I forgot that you are still studying. Will you go to eat?"

"I bought it once, with my classmates. It looks like an egg-filled pancake. After the pancake is cooked, you break the eggs into it, add sauce, lettuce, ham and pork floss. It's delicious."

"There are some here too, do you want to get one?"

Tang Butian thought for a moment and said, "I want to try Liangpi."

The stall owner acted very quickly, and they were quickly queued up.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, long time no see." The stall owner greeted Jiang You familiarly.

"Two portions, do you want it spicy?" Jiang You looked at Tang Butian.

"Want some." Tang Butian said.

"Okay, both are mildly spicy."

“Take away or eat here?”

"Eat here."

"okay."

Grab a handful of cold skin and put it in a stainless steel basin, add cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, coriander and peanuts, pour a spoonful of seasoning water, add a little salt, MSG and chili.

After mixing well quickly, pour the cold skin into a disposable paper bowl.

The stall owner quickly prepared two portions of cold skin.

Jiang You took two pairs of disposable chopsticks, then walked towards the empty table with a bowl of cold skin in one hand.

He put the bowl on the table.

He took out a few pieces of paper from the paper box on the table, wiped the table and sat down.

Tang Butian sat down opposite him.

She broke open the disposable chopsticks, picked up a piece of cold skin, and took a bite.

"How is the taste?"

"very good."

"That's good," Jiang You also opened his chopsticks and started eating happily.

When he finished the bowl, Tang Butian had only eaten half of it.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?"

"need."

"What about after graduation, will you still have a job?"

"I don't know, I can go back to the mountain in three years," Tang Butian swallowed the last mouthful of cold skin, "Maybe I won't come down."

"Is the mountain nice?"

"Very good, just practice every day and don't have to think about anything."

"I don't have to think about anything now."

"Really?" Tang Butian raised her head and looked at Jiang You, "I don't understand, if you like meatballs, why don't you help her."

"I'm already helping, right?"

"I asked for it."
To be continued...