Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 29 Liangpi
The thick black fog bared its fangs and claws, pressing towards the girl.
The wooden sword makes a clear sound.
Throw up.
It turned into a blade of light and pierced into the thick fog.
Jiang You heard continuous, sharp and shrill ghost cries.
Then, the black fog began to escape outwards.
The wooden sword flew back and stuck at the girl's feet.
"Is this safe?" Jiang You asked.
Tang Butian picked up the wooden sword and slowly walked forward a few steps. Her shadow and the moonlight intertwined. She stopped one meter in front of Jiang You and said, "Yes."
"I was so scared that I broke into a 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 and an expert. You can't be bad at this."
"The Special Operations Department is not responsible for handling these matters. We only provide 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 web browsing history showed that you read a lot of metaphysical stuff."
"You want to check so carefully?"
"Political review."
"Is this why you suspect me?"
"You have clairvoyance. It's easy for you to take this path. It's even easier to take the evil path."
"At that time," Jiang You touched his trouser pocket. He didn't feel any cigarettes. He sighed, "I just wanted to see my parents again and say a few more words."
"Did you see it?"
"No," Jiang You lowered his head and looked at his shadow, "They should have been reincarnated successfully."
“Then you dropped out of school and started flipping houses.”
"Hey, I don't admit that I'm speculating in real estate. I only bought a small amount of property, how can it be considered speculation?" Jiang You glanced at Tang Butian, "Do you want to go for a walk in the park, or have a midnight snack?"
"You're quite skilled."
"Don't look at me as fat now. When I was in college, I was a member of the badminton club and had abdominal muscles." He touched his stomach. "I'm really hungry. The night market is almost open now. There is a jelly stall that tastes good. The peanuts in it are very crispy. Do you want to try it?"
"Okay." Tang Butian agreed.
Jiang You took Tang Butian and walked towards Wenhua Street from another road.
Not far away, a man in a black T-shirt watched them walk away quietly.
His right arm was covered with circles of black hair of varying shades.
He hummed softly.
As he turned to leave, he saw a spider.
It swung in front of him along the transparent silk thread.
Black with a red line down the back.
His eyes widened in horror .
The black hair on the wrist surged and wrapped around the spider's body.
And in the next moment, the man found that he could not move his body.
He saw his hands, his feet...all covered with transparent spider silk.
Corroding clothes and flesh.
Peeling off.
Dissolve.
Without a sound, it turned into a small pile of black ash.
The side door of the park was creaked open, and a handsome monk walked out. He looked at the place where the man disappeared in confusion, shook his head, and walked back to the side door.
The wind blew, and the black ash was blown up and then scattered.
The night market is on Wenhui Road, west of Wenhua Street.
The sounds of cooking, shouting, all kinds of sounds mixed together, making it very lively.
Jiang You took Tang Butian to the cold noodle stall.
Business was good and there was a long 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, flying pancakes, clay pot rice , spicy hot pot and cold noodles. There was all sorts of food.
"First time at the night market?" Jiang You asked.
Tang Butian shook her head and said, "There are also many stalls opposite the school gate at night."
"That's right, I forgot you were still studying. Will you go to eat?"
"I bought it once, with my classmates. It seemed to be an egg-filled pancake. After the pancake was cooked, eggs were beaten into it, and then sauce, lettuce, ham and pork floss were added. It was delicious."
"There are some here, do you want to get one?"
Tang Butian thought for a moment and said, "I want to try the cold noodles."
The stall owner was very efficient and soon it was their turn.
"Hey, Xiao Jiang, long time no see." The stall owner greeted Jiang You familiarly.
"Two servings. Do you want it spicy?" Jiang You looked at Tang Butian.
"I want some." Tang Butian said.
"Okay, both are mildly spicy."
“Take away or eat here?”
“Eat here.”
"Okay."
Grab a handful of cold noodles and put them in a stainless steel bowl, add shredded cucumber, shredded carrot, coriander and peanuts, pour a spoonful of seasoning water, and add a little salt, MSG and chili.
After quickly mixing, pour the cold skin into a disposable paper bowl.
The stall owner quickly prepared two servings of cold noodles.
Jiang You took two pairs of disposable chopsticks, then walked towards the empty table with a bowl of cold noodles in one hand.
He put the bowl on the table.
He took out a few sheets of paper from the tissue box on the table, wiped the table, and then 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 does it taste?”
"very good."
"That's good," Jiang You also opened his chopsticks and started eating happily.
When he finished the whole bowl, Tang Butian had only eaten half of it.
"Do you have to go to school tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"What about after graduation, work or something?"
"I don't know. I can go back to the mountain in three years," Tang Butian swallowed the last bite of cold noodles, "maybe I won't come down."
“Is the mountain nice?”
"Very good, just practice every day and don't think about anything else."
“I don’t have to think about anything now.”
"Really?" Tang Butian looked up and looked at Jiang You, "I don't understand, if you like meatballs, why don't you help her."
“I’m already helping.”
"I asked."
"That's also helping, right, boss?" Jiang You smiled. "These dancers and cosplayers, even if they participate in some commercial activities, are basically doing it out of interest and hobbies, burning with love."
"I don't understand, what does this have to do with whether you help her or not?"
"There are many kinds of likes. A beautiful young girl dancing with full energy, carefully working out the movements, matching the costumes, finding the background, and acquiring various skills in the process is a kind of energy in itself. Through the screen and the stage, this energy is transmitted to my heart and moves me. So I will vote for her, like her, buy her photo merchandise, follow her activities, and so on. She gives me energy, and I support her. This is probably a bit like faith. I may fantasize about things that are not easy to say, but I don't want to be friends or lovers with her in real life. Reality will destroy her image in my heart."
Jiang You concluded: "I don't want to be involved in her life."
"Then you should also hope that she gets better and better."
"That's true, but for a fat otaku like me, I'd rather see her continue to shine and shine, and overcome difficulties on her own. Magical girls fighting evil organizations is a classic theme."
Tang Butian lowered her eyes, "You are very ruthless."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
Jiang You stood up and said, "It's getting late. Do you want me to call you a taxi?"
"I can do it myself."
"Then I'll go back first. I've been busy all day and forgot about it. I have to go back and see if the water lily seeds have sprouted."
"goodbye."
"goodbye."
