not a monster

"Can I ask Mr. Feng to help me deliver this dress to a place." After a pause, he said again: "I am willing to pay Fachou."

It's been a long time since I've heard the word Fachou, and I can't help but remind Feng Wuxiang of the days when Wang Xilou took him to the countryside to become a witch and earn money as a Fengshui master when he was a child.

That zombie can also dance to the Great God, recite the Buddhist scriptures, help people retire from Luban, and preside over funerals by chanting the mantra of rebirth for people. She has also studied the Bible for a while, but she didn't understand it. Sure enough, they cannot be used interchangeably.

At that time, he was riding a small battery against the wind, and he liked to run around with Wang Xilou, because she would ask him for many days off.

Although I couldn't beat Wang Xilou when I was young and was often teased, it was a very happy period of time.

"That's right, Mr. Du."

His tone was gentle: "I can help you with this matter, but if a third party is involved, I need to report to the local authorities, and I need to know the general cause of the matter. If it is convenient, can you tell me the matter?" Where did the clothes come from, and who will they send them to?"

His tone became inexplicably official.

The chifu beside him was silent.

She also wanted to learn how this man made money, but she didn't expect to have the way of the government.

It's not easy to do...

She raised her head and looked at the opposite side again, holding her chest with a serious expression.

The middle-aged man hesitated a little.

Still nodded in agreement.

Feng Wuli went to take off the clothes first.

He stood under the tree and raised his head, and a drop of water dripped from the tree from time to time.

Mr. Du watched, wanting to see what the young man was going to do next with the clothes he couldn't see.

After all, he had never seen that dress, so it was hard to say how much he believed in these things.

I saw the boy looking up at the treetops, and the cold-faced girl next to him also looked up.

Mr. Du thinks that young people want to climb trees, if that is the case, it is inevitable that he will be inferior in his heart.

The surrounding crowd swayed, and the hot air from the snack street floated straight up.

But in the next second he couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

The white smoke dissipated.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, causing ripples in the water on the road, and the rustling of leaves.

He felt it most intuitively under the tree. The wind actually rose from the ground and went straight into the sky.

The young man seemed to be talking to someone.

Mr. Du was blown by the gust of wind just now, and he could vaguely see a huge woman looming on the side of the street.

Soon he was out of sight again.

The sudden wind, the huge woman who appeared for a moment like flashing, and the young man who spoke into the air failed to attract the attention of anyone on the street.

The little girl on the side didn't urge: "Don't blot the ink."

"Yes, help me get that dress down." Feng Wuli said to Youhuang.

"Thanks a lot."

"Is that candied glutinous rice cake delicious? What else do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

You Huang shook his head lightly, gently helped him straighten his hair that had just been tousled by the wind, leaned over and kissed him on the face before returning to the shadow.

Mr. Du found that the passers-by who passed by them seemed not to notice the three people here.

"Mr. Du, I got the clothes."

Mr. Du was speechless for a long time, and only uttered this half sentence: "It really is..."

"Please lead the way."

"Mr. Feng please."

"Just call me Xiaofeng."

Mr. Du stopped answering.

He took Feng Wuli and Chifu to a place, which was an old street very close to College Street.

This place is different from the old street. It can be regarded as a wealthy area in the city center. Every few households is a big house, and there is a courtyard in front.

They saw a house. In front of the house, there was a unicorn stone beast with several pieces of sugar glutinous rice cakes in its mouth. Behind the stone beast was hiding a wild cat.

"This stone beast..." Feng Wuli put his hand on the unicorn.

Mr. Du said: "This stone beast was brought over by my grandfather back then. It is something he cherishes very much."

"It is indeed very precious, it can ward off evil spirits and guard houses."

Feng Wuli couldn't help laughing when he saw a ginger-yellow wild cat under the stomach of the Qilin Stone Beast, sleeping with his hands in his stomach.

"Come in, Mr. Feng."

He entered the house with wind and unreasonable. It seemed that no one lived in it for a long time. It was originally a very beautiful old house.

To be able to have such a big old house in the center of Junsha, and let it fall into disrepair...Damn rich people!
"Mr. Feng, please give the clothes to... the woman in the main room over there. You can ask her about the specific process."

As early as when he came in, Feng Wuli felt that the room deep in the yard exuded a monster aura.

It can't be felt outside, presumably it is suppressed by the unicorn stone beast outside the door, the function of that thing is not only a town house, but also a seal.

Someone sealed a monster in a mansion in the city center.

Mr. Du didn't seem to have any intention of following them in. He stood by the courtyard gate and nodded to the two of them.

"This man is weird." Chi Fu told him in a low voice.

"Ordinary people who deal with monsters are not normal without weirdness."

"I'm waiting outside, if something happens..." Her lovely face said a little domineering words: "I'll capture him first."

"..." Feng Wuli nodded, deciding to satisfy her fantasies of being a heroine.

He entered the courtyard alone and walked forward.

The old wooden door was pushed open, making a teeth-piercing sound, and the light filled half of the room as the door was pushed open, and the flying dust extended to the woman in the room under the orange light path.

The dim light fell on her lower body sitting on the futon inside the house, but her upper body was still in shadow.

The woman looks to be in her twenties, but she has the aura of a girl and the maturity of a woman. Her long hair hangs down on the futon, her body is spotless, and she holds a paper toy in her hand.

"Choose one from southeast to northwest?" She was wearing white clothes and bare feet, sitting cross-legged on the futon.

Feng Wuli was stunned for a moment, he naturally knew the game played by this child.

Choose one in the southeast, northwest, and then say a number, and then open and close the origami toy in your hand, and an answer will appear like 'the little rooster chooses whoever he clicks'.

Those answers are all written first, it may be a reward, get a candy, or it may be a punishment, to sweep the floor.

He said casually: "Dong..."

"How many times?" She tilted her head and her hair tilted, her every move was so human-like.

Feng Wuidean thought for a while: "About 12."

"...Did you bring the clothes?"

Feng Wuli didn't expect her to give up this topic directly.

"Is it this one?" Feng unreasonably raised the red coat in his hand.

"What about him?" she asked.

"Who?"

"Ah Heng, where is Du Ziheng?"

Feng Wuli guessed that it was Mr. Du, but he was not sure, "If you are talking about a tall, thin, middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a mustache, he should be right outside the door."

"Why doesn't he come in?"

Feng Wuli explained: "You can think that I am a member of the government. I need to know why you, an unrecorded monster, are locked up in our city."