After reading Sun Yupu's letter, Yang Ning fell silent, and so did all the kiddies.
This is the first time this person and ghosts have encountered this situation.
Honghong: "So, Chengcheng is being threatened?"
Tongtong: "How about letting Heaven kill this thing with a thunderbolt? It would save time and effort."
"What are you doing with Chengcheng?"
The little turtle dragged his severed hands and feet and crawled over and said: "If all enemies are dealt with like this, the whole show will be over, and Chengcheng will have nothing to play with..."
Xia Tian held his heart and said thoughtfully: "Chengcheng said that if the victim cannot execute the enemy with his own hands, such revenge will be meaningless."
"I still remember the feeling of revenge when I dug out Bai Chang's heart. I felt that there was justice in this world."
"If this hadn't been the case, I'm afraid I would have turned into a human evil ghost like Aunt Zhang Wen..."
Yang Ning yawned and waved his hand, and the letter paper burned on its own.
Staring at the flames igniting on Yang Ning's hand, Tongtong said, "Didn't you notice, there is a very strange point here."
"This Sun Yupu seems to know Chengcheng better, but judging from his tone, it seems that he is not afraid at all?"
Honghong raised her little red hand and said, "It's normal. I've seen too many such Erques, and none of them have had any accidents so far."
Chen Yamei was stunned: "No one had any accidents?"
Tongtong: "What Honghong means is that those people were either dead, lit up, or hung on the wall as collections. None of them had any unexpected circumstances."
Chen Yamei asked: "What about this fat dad?"
All the kiddies turned to look at Yang Ning.
The latter looked at the night rain outside and said in a waning mood: "It's a bit late today, let's go to bed."
"Okay!"
When they heard that they were going to sleep, Beibei and Shiwen, who had been sitting silently aside and never participated in the discussion of the other kids, suddenly became excited.
These two little female ghosts were usually taciturn, but they were very active when they were washing Yang Ning and cleaning the floor.
A moment later, after washing up, Yang Ning lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling in trance.
On the side, some of the little ghosts were surrounding him, and some were floating around the store casually.
The delicate little girl ghost who usually didn't talk much held her face full of cracks, lying next to Yang Ning and asked: "Chengcheng, why don't you save the great poet?"
"Him? He doesn't need me to save him."
Yang Ning raised her hand and caressed Beibei's little face. The cracks on that delicate little face were eliminated, but when Yang Ning's hand left, those cracks immediately appeared again.
"He is a disciple of a serious Taoist sect and a member of the Special Administration Bureau. The Taoist sect of Xia State has a real thousand-year heritage and a famous authentic sect. The background of the Special Administration Bureau is not just what it seems on the surface. There is no need for us to worry about him."
"In order to save their own disciples, those Taoist priests could turn the entire Principality of Luke upside down."
"The Principality of Luke?"
Tongtong said: "I have seen the map, and I remember that the place is in Central Europe, over the Inland Sea."
Fatty Sun on the side asked curiously: "Isn't the great poet in White Bear? Why did he go to that place?"
The little turtle climbed to the ceiling and said, "The great poet must have gotten the wrong information, so he was ambushed!"
Yang Ning: "Well, that's pretty much what it means. I did some calculations when I saw the hair on the wooden sword. Sun Yupu and the great poet are now in Luke, a small country in Central Europe with a population of hundreds of thousands."
"Sun Yupu made preparations in advance after knowing what we were doing."
"The intelligence obtained by the Special Administration Bureau, which has always been smooth sailing, was deliberately forged and released by Sun Yupu, which caused the great poet to miss Baixiong and fall into someone else's trap. In fact..."
As he said that, Yang Ning glanced at the bloody mahogany sword and said, "Actually, he can kill him, but in order to cover the evacuation of other special agents, he deliberately left himself alone."
Xia Tian, who was listening to the story silently, wondered: "Then, why did Fat Dad go to Luke? What is there in that place?"
Yang Ning was slightly amused and said, "There's nothing wrong with that place, but there are a lot of bugs. People there like bugs."
Mingming, who was holding the diary, had little stars in his eyes: "Did Chengcheng calculate these? Chengcheng is so amazing!"
The other four Xiaohongs nodded along.
When the other brats were chirping and wanted to say something else, Yang Ning turned over and said, "Shut up and go to sleep!"
For a moment, the store became completely quiet.
Soon, Yang Ning fell asleep.
The rain fell heavily again on Yundu Road, and the rain made a loud splash.
The candlelight in the small shop is warm and yellow, becoming a warm landscape in the night and rain.
In the middle of the night, someone came through the rain.
A Taoist nun in green, with a delicate appearance and outstanding temperament, wearing a Taoist robe, came to the door of Yang Ning's store carrying a guqin, a cloth bag, and an oil-paper umbrella.
She pushed the door open and walked out. The night wind blew by, her green clothes fluttered her sleeves, and her hair floated over her eyebrows. At first glance, this beautiful and outstanding Taoist nun seemed to have come out of a painting.
As soon as the Taoist nun appeared, all the kiddies in the store exclaimed, "Wow!"
"What a beautiful aunt!"
The Taoist nun didn't say anything, just as if she was at her own home. She went to the utility room at the back and brought out a small table, placed it behind the shop door, and made herself a pot of tea.
After taking two sips of tea, the Taoist nun opened her cloth bag, which contained a bag of bright red blood.
She walked to the utility room again and took out the piano box containing the little golden corpse. The Taoist nun fed the raw blood to the little golden corpse, which was too hungry to move.
A group of kiddies watched this scene helplessly, and no one said a word.
In the end, Shi Wen spoke first and said weakly: "Yes, I'm sorry, little golden corpse, I forgot about you..."
The other kiddies also expressed their opinions one after another, while Big Fatty Sun kept staring at the piano case.
It was only then that the Taoist nun said softly: "It's just a bunch of kids. If anything happens to you, it's clearly his fault."
Chen Yamei blinked her head in her arms and said, "We are about the same age as Chengcheng. Chengcheng's fault is our fault. Don't blame Chengcheng, otherwise we will be unhappy too."
Tongtong looked at the Taoist nun and said, "Why do you seem so familiar with this place?"
The Taoist nun responded: "Master calculated the layout of the rooms here. Before I came here, I was in a room with the same layout in the temple. I had to practice serving tea and pouring water, sweeping the floor and wiping the table a hundred times a day."
All the kiddies: "..."
Honghong: "So, you are here to give Chengcheng something?"
The Taoist nun nodded: "Yes, I'm here to be his maid."
Chen Yamei immediately threw her head upwards and cheered: "Okay! Welcome!"
Beibei: "Well, your looks are worthy of being a maid for Chengcheng. Welcome!"
Xia Tian: "Welcome beautiful aunt!"
Tongtong: "Well, do you blink when you kill someone? Blinking is not a good idea. Chengcheng might not like you."
Taoist nun:"......"
All the little ghosts were more excited than the other, except for four unknown little ones and one well-known little one.
Suddenly, Tongtong stared at the Taoist nun's face for a long time and asked: "What is your relationship with the great poet?"
Taoist nun: "Cousins."
The little ghosts seemed to understand something, and they all had clear expressions on their faces.
At this time, a voice that was almost as cold as a Taoist nun sounded——
"So, aunt, your surname is Li too, right?"
Mingming was holding his diary with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
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