Panguan

The dazzling white light shone straight out and swiped across the faces of the three monsters.

The next second, a man coughed softly on the phone. His voice was a little hoarse and morbidly tired, and he said, Is that Mr. Xia Qiao? I'm Xie Wen.

Maybe the light was too strong, or maybe it was a sudden call that disrupted the pace. The three monsters suddenly lowered their heads and sniffed the ground.

He didn't expect this kind of development when he smelled it, and his calm face showed a rare daze.

Xia Qiao was even more confused.

The man on the other side of the phone didn't hear a response, and after a few seconds, he gave a low hello again. Xia Qiao then swallowed and said, Hello, hello, I'm Xia Qiao. That...

He hesitated for a moment and said, Who are you, please?

I'm the tenant you've contacted, and I said I'll call you later this afternoon. The man said, I adjusted the time, and I'll be there at around 5 o'clock tomorrow evening, okay?

Xia Qiao nodded mechanically and said, Okay, your call saved my life. You can come to me at 5 in the morning.

Of course, he just said it casually.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side of the phone laughed lightly and said, It's okay, I happened to be going out at that time, so that's what I said.

After Xia Qiao finished sleepwalking, he hung up the phone, and then fell asleep on the sofa.

After a long time, he suddenly cheated and looked at Wen Shi.

Five in the morning? ? ?

are you crazy? ? ?

Chapter 4 Thank you for asking

Forget it, I'll call the thank-you guy back. Xia Qiao still called someone a savior on the front foot, but forgot what it was called on the back foot.

When he heard the news, he said brokenly: What kind of dream operation is a house inspection in the early morning, and at 6:30, I have to send my grandfather's birthday box up the mountain. When he comes back, should I put down the birthday box and introduce the house to him, or should I take it with me? He went to the grave and said. Is that right bro—

Brother? Halfway through he said, he found that the ancestor didn't hear a word, and was frowning in a trance.

Brother Wen?

Brother Wen?

...

father!

When I heard it, my father was finally brought back to God: What?

Xia Qiao: ...

My stupid mouth.

I'm just curious about what you're thinking. Xia Qiao said earnestly, Is it a tenant?

When smelling: No.

The tenant's mind was very clear, but he focused on another thing-the moment the three-headed monster was swept by the flashlight, he vaguely smelled something.

People's memory of taste is longer than anything else. It is difficult for him to describe it in detail, but he just feels familiar. Familiar with... as if it were part of me.

Wen Shi suddenly got up, took a few sheets of watch paper from the desk case, and casually pulled two long lines from the edge of Dai Xiao's white linen cloth, and said, I'll go out.

After speaking, Meteor strode out the door.

Xia Qiao: ???

He was paralyzed on the sofa for two seconds, then suddenly jumped up, rolled and chased after him and shouted, Brother Wen, wait for me!

Isn't it that you don't go out at night? Wen Shi didn't slow down, swept around in a circle, and went straight to the east.

Xia Qiao is small and has short legs, so he can only follow him by swinging quickly: I just stayed at home when I was crazy, I have to follow you, I'm afraid.

There are not many residents in this community, but there are many trees, and there are shadows everywhere, as if there are things lying around. When passing by a half-dead tree, when I smelled it, I broke off a palm-length branch.

He flicked his fingers a few times, and the sheets of paper were folded into different shapes, and when they were placed on a stick, they suddenly turned out to be simple sheets of paper.

The two white hemp threads were wound several times around the ends and forks of the gān branches, and the other end was wrapped around Wen Shi's fingers.

What do I rely on?!

Xia Qiao's eyes haven't returned to normal, in his current vision, the paper shòu falls and becomes alive! The whole body is wrapped in rusted chains, there is blood on the forehead, and the pupils are all white.

When he smelled, he lifted his twined fingers, and Zhi shòu stepped on his front hoof and snorted. He said, Origami.

Xia Qiao: ...Am I blind?

Aren't you? After Wen Shi finished speaking, he realized that he had opened his eyes for him briefly, Oh. That's puppet art. Shen Qiao can too.

The disciples, disciples, and grandchildren he taught will be masters. Of course, he also has his own masters. The person who is most skilled in puppet arts is naturally still beyond the ancestors.

When I smelled it, I dragged the twine and scattered it. The paper shòu went straight out, and the sparks scattered as the chains twisted and collided!

In an instant, the strong wind swept across!

The sparks splashed, Xia Qiao felt a burning pain in his eyes, he sighed and bent down, tears streaming down his face. He thought to himself that there was such a big movement, didn't the community security come over? !

But after the momentary pain passed, he raised his head against the scorching wind, only to find that the tree shadows in the community were motionless in the whistling wind.

A shòu howl was vaguely heard in the distance, in stark contrast to the dead and silent neighborhood without lights.

When he smelled it, his left hand tugged, and the wrong white hemp thread suddenly straightened. shòu howled from far to near, as if being pulled back by someone, and fell to his eyes in a blink of an eye.

it snorted

, throw the contents of the mouth to the ground.