You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 31 Mutation
Wen Qing'er also knows that it is better to teach people to fish than to give them fish, but she is just a little girl who has not left the court, and she can't do much, she can only give some money to make the grandpa and grandson feel better for a while, and she dare not directly Giving bank notes, I am afraid that money will move people's hearts and bring disaster to the grandparents and grandchildren.

Wen Qing'er shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and continued to buy some miscellaneous gadgets with her two sisters.

"Let's go to the front quickly. My second brother said that in the square in front of Wangji Tang's shop, there is a troupe that has never seen it before. It is estimated that the time is about the same. If we go late, we will not be able to see it clearly." !" Luo Yihuan led the two of them towards the square at a fast pace.

The three of them shuttled back and forth among the dense pedestrians, and the little maids behind them almost lost their things in their arms: "Girl, slow down! Wait, servant girl!" The voices of the little maids behind were one after another. They looked at each other and smiled, and ran faster.

As soon as they arrived at the square, the three of them stopped. At this time, the high platform in front of them was already surrounded by many people. The three of them were still breathing, when suddenly a huge pillar of fire flew over their heads. The three of them exclaimed that it was the platform. The people on the board are performing fire-breathing!

Everyone on that stage wore masks and held torches, and they could spray four or five meters away in one breath!The place where the fire dragon passed caused the crowd to exclaim in surprise, and just as they were watching it engrossed, a familiar voice sounded: "Coincidentally, my sister is here."

The crowd crowded back and forth, but Wen Wen'er was squeezed in unexpectedly. Wen Qing'er responded casually as a greeting, and looked at the stage attentively. Wen Wen'er turned her head to greet Song Yulan and Luo Yihuan again. The man nodded in return.

The people in front were getting tighter and tighter, and there was already a wall of people behind them. A few maids surrounded the four ladies tightly, for fear that they would not be easy to deal with if they bumped and went back.

Similarly, Wen Wen'er couldn't retreat even if she wanted to, so she reluctantly leaned against Wen Qing'er, tiptoeing and looking at the high platform in front of her.

Everyone watched in full swing, and burst into applause following the constant thrilling actions on the stage. At this time, there is no need for the rules of a girl's house. Wen Qing'er and the others watched with great excitement. Don't invite this kind of troupe!The faces of the four were flushed with excitement, and they exclaimed together with everyone.

Suddenly, several masked men on the stage jumped into the crowd, waving the torches in their hands, and the crowd hurriedly avoided, thinking it was some new trick, and they were still watching with a smile on their face.

It wasn't until those masked men threw torches into the crowd, drew out the long knives on their backs, and slashed at the surrounding people fiercely, only then did the surrounding people realize that this was not a performance!
It's murder!kill!

Immediately, the people on the field fled in all directions, like headless chickens, but the people in front couldn't get out, and the people behind thought that the people in front were watching the excitement, so they refused to retreat even more, and rushed forward more vigorously.

In an instant, there were screams, cries, and screams!The four of Wen Qing'er stood a little closer, and naturally heard it, the joy on their faces was no longer the same as before, only pale with panic.

How to do!Where to escape!
The four of Wen Qing'er were crowded in the crowd and couldn't get away, so they had to hold each other's sweaty palms tightly so as not to be scattered by the crowd.

In the field of vision, more and more masked people appeared under the high platform. Each mask was ferocious and eerie. They stabbed the crowd one after another, blood splattered, screamed again and again, and the festively dressed square appeared like Shura's hell. in sight.

The people behind also gradually saw the clues, and ran away screaming. At this moment, they didn't know who was holding their hands. Wen Qinger was terrified, and all she could think about was to escape from this ghost place as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)