"This book..."
Wang Ye's face remained calm, but he began to think crazily in his heart.
This kind of publication is printed very frequently and is all a gimmick to deceive some sales. It is only sold in Shangjing and there are not many sales points.
If I remember correctly, there is a sales point downstairs in my home.
Wang Ye noticed that the red-robed man's legs were still fixed to the bridge by iron chains, so it was impossible for this guy to go out and buy it himself.
Explanation...Someone has been here during this period!
And he’s from Beijing!
But being able to travel safely through such a ghost place is not something that ordinary people can do.
Wang Ye kept recalling the faces of the top people in Shangjing City, and finally his expressions became weird.
The red robe still had the same calm look, but he just waved his wide sleeves, and the letter flew up with the wind and fell into his hand.
And he carefully put the gossip publication into his cuffs, and then the envelope in his hand spontaneously ignited out of thin air and turned into a wisp of smoke, which he inhaled into his nose.
The iron chains that penetrated the body of Hongpao's legs began to tremble slightly at this moment, seeming to shrink back a little, and Hongpao's range of movement on the bridge was also a little larger.
However, Hongpao's mind was obviously not on this, but he took out the gossip magazine again, opened it and studied it carefully.
Wang Ye, standing at the back, is clearly visible.
'These ten kinds of food can actually cause cancer. See if you are infected! '
...
Judging from the appearance of this gossip publication, it has obviously been read many times.
This red robe seems a bit boring.
Wang Ye suddenly thought of something and rummaged through the bag, feeling a little lucky at the same time.
Fortunately, before leaving for Beijing, I had made preparations for moving. I collected everything that could be taken away from the room, except for a wooden chair that could not be carried on the mail truck. I also asked Zhang Ziliang to find someone to bring it over. .
'encyclopedia'
'A Guide to Preventing Ghosts'
'How to identify if you have experienced a supernatural event'
'On the Correct Practice in Paranormal Events'
When he bought his own house, Wang Ye kept all the books that came with the room.
I originally thought that my new home would also have a study room. It would look a little weird if there were no books in the study room, so I brought it in advance to save money and buy it, but I didn’t expect it to be useful here!
The red robe always had its back turned to Wang Ye, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes on the back of its head.
As Wang Ye continued to take out one book after another, his body suddenly became a little stiff.
He, who had always turned his back to Wang Ye, turned around for the first time!
And Wang Ye finally saw the face of this red robe.
Originally, Wang Ye thought that wearing such an ancient style, handsome red robe, he should be the kind of gentleman, fair and clean, with a little bookishness.
but...
He has a dark face, a body that looks slightly stronger than an average person, and a beard.
middle aged.
The red robe that originally looked frail was finally worn by him to give it a rough and majestic feel.
"Senior, I don't have much, please accept it!"
At this time, the books in front of him almost piled up into a hill, including various periodicals, popular science, and even some novels.
Various.
Obviously the previous landlord didn't have the habit of reading, he just bought a few random things to show off, of all types.
As Wang Ye's voice fell, the body of the strong man in red robe seemed to shake.
should...
That’s right, it just shook!
There was a flash of light in the originally dull eyes!
He waved his hand calmly, the books on the bridge disappeared out of thin air, and his eyes fell on Wang Ye.
This man's eyes were a little cold.
Wang Ye clearly felt a chill in his body, as if under this man's gaze, the blood in his body had stopped flowing.
It was as if he was being targeted by a terrifying existence.
After a while.
"You're...very...nice."
"I owe you...a...favor."
The red robe actually spoke directly, but it seemed that it was because he had been silent all year round, and it took him a long time to organize his words.
But Wang Ye became a little excited!
This time, I made a profit!
wrong!
Wang Ye suddenly thought of something and tore off the human skin mask on his face: "Actually, this is my face, senior, don't remember it wrong."
The red robe didn't speak anymore, but there was a strange expression on his dark face.
"Well, I'm not trying to repay a favor, nor am I in a hurry, just..."
"It's so dangerous outside, I can't even live anymore."
"Senior, you don't know that I almost died in order to get in. I was seriously injured before I came to you reluctantly."
"I'm really afraid that next time I come to deliver books to you, I'll die on the road before I get there."
As he said this, Wang Ye rubbed his hands and stopped talking, but his meaning was already very obvious.
Hongpao's mind seemed a little unclear, and he fell into silence with a trace of confusion.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
After about a minute, the red robe finally came to his senses and waved to Wang Ye.
The bag around Wang Ye's waist untied itself, and the broken brush flew out of thin air and floated in front of Hongpao.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and watched this scene silently.
The red robe stretched out his hand, grabbed the brush in his hand, and let out a faint sigh. His eyes were filled with memories and emotions, and his hand gently crossed the brush.
The brush was originally full of cracks and could be damaged at any time. After being scratched by the palm, the cracks dissipated a lot, and it looked full of simplicity.
After everything was done, Hongpao threw the brush into Wang Ye's arms: "Be kind... to him."
"Thank you for the reward, senior!"
Wang Ye imitated Zhang Ziliang's coquettish look and said to the red robe without hesitation.
"I would like to take the liberty to ask, senior's name..."
Wang Ye put the brush back into the bag, looked at the red robe and asked carefully.
If we can get some clues from this person, we may be able to verify more information.
Hongpao fell into silence again and looked into the distance.
If this guy hadn't been very slow to reply before, Wang Ye even thought that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
But after five full minutes...
Okay, I really don’t want to care about myself this time.
Wang Ye took a deep breath: "Junior, please leave."
With that said, Wang Ye slowly retreated.
Just when Wang Ye was about to completely exit the bridge, the red robe finally came to his senses: "I remembered...."
"My... surname is Cui."
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The author has something to say:
Four updates today. Let me make a complaint here. In fact, everyone says that I dig a lot of holes, but I personally feel that I actually don’t dig too much. Maybe it’s because I had the plot of the entire book ready before I wrote it, so it was just a matter of narrative style that made it feel like I was digging a hole before the story fully unfolded. However, the recent development of the story has almost filled it out. Everyone should have felt it... don't worry, don't worry, I'm very stable, and all the plots will eventually come true.
