Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 28 Misunderstanding
On the river bank, sky lanterns rise one by one and float in the night wind.
There was also a hint of orange light in Tang Butian's eyes.
She said: “I don’t read online articles.”
"So what do you usually do when you don't have classes? Go shopping? Watch a play?"
"Practice."
Jiang You walked forward and they walked down the stone bridge.
"What are you going to do next?" Tang Butian asked.
"That Maomao, Maru's so-called agent, I have her WeChat ID and phone number, you should be able to get her information, right?"
Tang Butian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Let's see what we can find out first."
"Okay," Tang Butian pursed her lips, "There's a problem with the rake's account."
Jiang You turned sideways and looked at Tang Butian, waiting for her to continue.
"Liu Yong said that he met an expert six years ago. Under the expert's guidance, he gradually made the rake bigger. He discovered the expert's secret and threatened him to give him the skills. He then summoned a ghost servant."
"Then what?"
"That ghost servant is actually not controlled by Liu Yong. Its master is someone else."
“Very interesting.”
They walked to the square in the center of Cultural Street. A singer was sitting in the middle of the square, playing and singing on a guitar. His voice was deep and moving.
They listened quietly for a while.
Tang Butian looked at Jiang You’s profile.
They are neither pretty nor ugly, but so ordinary that you can see several of them on every road.
Jiang You noticed Tang Butian's gaze and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Tang Butian withdrew his gaze.
"Wenfeng Park is just behind. Do you want to go in for a walk?" Jiang You asked.
"Isn't the door closed?"
"There's a small path that goes around."
"good."
They walked along the edge of the square toward Cultural Street.
The closer you get to a remote area, the fewer people there are on the road.
Turn into the small road.
Tang Butian suddenly said, "You are very calm."
"Yeah?"
"There are no real emotions, it's like wearing a mask."
Jiang You looked down at Tang Butian and saw that she was holding the wooden sword tightly in her right hand.
"I thought I had passed the organization's inspection."
"The direction in which the ghost servant disappeared last pointed to Wenhua Street."
"Do you suspect me?" Jiang You stopped.
Clouds obscured the moon.
A car drove by, and the light from the headlights shone through the gaps in the leaves and flashed across Tang Butian's face.
The blade trembled slightly.
A hint of disappointment flashed across Tang Butian's eyes, and then her look became firm.
Jiang You took a step back.
Tang Butian opened his fingers and the wooden sword flew towards Jiang You.
Jiang You jumped to the right and avoided the wooden sword.
"Officer Tang, first of all, we need evidence to arrest someone. Secondly, you are lynching someone. Do you know that? I will file a complaint using my real name."
Mu Dao chased after him.
Jiang You seemed to be in a panic as he moved left and right to avoid Mu Dao's pursuit, but Mu Dao didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.
The shadows of the leaves on the ground continued to grow larger and gradually became one.
Silence.
The distant singing, the occasional sound of passing cars, the sound of the wind, and the sound of rustling branches and leaves suddenly disappeared.
Absolute silence.
Black hair emerged from the shadows, touched the upper of Tang Butian's shoes, and quietly intertwined and entangled upwards.
Tang Butian felt something was wrong.
She held out her hand and the wooden sword flew back into her hand.
She held the knife in her right hand, and the tip of the knife scraped across the ground, and the hair entangled on her legs instantly dissipated into smoke.
Long hair moves automatically without wind.
She looked at Jiang You.
In the air, there was a shrill sound of a woman crying.
The sound of ghosts crying.
The black hair on the ground turned into black, soft and boneless hands, grabbing Tang Butian and Jiang You's ankles and pulling them down little by little.
A dark light floated on the blade.
The tip of the knife drew a circle with a diameter of one meter on the ground.
The hands and hair in the circle are burning.
She heard a sneer, and then she saw that half of Jiang You's body had been pulled down. He kept struggling, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank.
She looked at Jiang You.
Only when most of his head was silent did she throw the wooden sword.
The wooden sword went down, sinking along with Jiang You's body.
He opened his mouth.
Air, can't breathe air.
asphyxia.
Can't see, can't hear.
The body cannot move.
Countless hands.
Caress him.
Calling him.
My brain gradually became dizzy.
heavy.
Getting heavier.
Suddenly, all the hands that were wrapped around him loosened.
He grabbed a wooden sword.
He opened his eyes.
The wooden sword carried him upwards, then flew low.
Jiang You was thrown into the circle.
The wooden sword returned to Tang Butian's hands.
Jiang You stood up, brushed off the dirt on his clothes and pants, and then tried to get closer to Tang Butian's body.
"I've exercised enough tonight. No need to run at night. Eat a candy to calm you down. Do you want one?" He took out a box of mints from his pocket, took out two and threw them into his mouth.
"It's not you?" Tang Butian's expression was full of doubt and uncertainty.
“It wasn’t.”
The black fog outside the circle became thicker and thicker.
Tang Butian said: "We must leave here."
"You tell me what I can do, and I'll do it."
"You have clairvoyance, you can see the way."
"Are you sure?" Jiang You pushed his glasses.
Countless hands were waving outside the circle.
The traces of the circle gradually became blurred.
"Sure."
“I thought I could see you showing off your might and fighting the Ghost King.” Jiang You whispered as he tried to look into the black fog.
"I'm not a Taoist priest, I'm not good at dealing with ghosts. And I would make too much noise if I moved, so I didn't apply."
"When you chased me and beat me, did you apply?"
"No."
Jiang You raised his eyebrows and asked, " What's your profession? Are you a Buddhist?"
"Sword cultivator."
Jiang You couldn't help but take a look at the wooden sword, "Sword cultivator uses a sword?"
"smoothly."
There was a gap in the circle and a hand reached in.
The wooden sword fell.
"Time is running out."
"I know." Jiang You tried hard to look towards the black fog.
Gradually, he seemed to see a little white light in the black fog.
He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes a few times, and put them back on. This time, he could see the direction of the white light clearly.
“ I saw a little white light.”
"Yes. I'll follow you."
Jiang You pulled his clothes down, then he stepped out of the circle, and countless hands immediately wrapped around his body.
soft.
With some itchiness.
The wooden sword spun, cutting off the wrists one by one.
He heard Tang Butian's cold voice, "Run forward, don't look back."
He ran towards the light.
His footsteps, his breathing.
Green grass sprouted from the soil.
The petals of the crape myrtle are unfolding.
Ants crawled in the cracks between the stones.
The cicadas chirped continuously.
The fog gradually became thinner.
He closed his eyes and rushed into the light.
Open your eyes again.
He saw the side door of Wenfeng Park, and a few branches of crape myrtle were growing out of the wall beside the door.
He turned around.
The girl holding the knife stood quietly in the moonlight that was like wine and water.
