Chapter 5-5

"Um."

"Can you leave?"

"Can't."

If not, then no, it’s always good. It’s always better to wake up than to stare alone in the quiet underground. Yan Furui stayed for a while and always felt awkward: so quiet, the two of them just lie down and don’t speak, and they can’t move. They can even hear the sound of breathing. I don’t know what Si Teng thinks, he is really...

It's so embarrassing.

He tried to find a topic to talk to her: "Miss Si Teng, can we still be saved?"

"cannot."

Oh... If you can't, you can't. I've guessed it long ago. Yan Furui stared at the darkness that was so close to me, and asked again: "Miss Si Teng, what kind of person is my master, Taoist Master Qiu Shan?"

Before encountering a series of incredible things, Yan Furui's bland and mediocre life, except for Wafang, he was Taoist Qiushan.

Taoist Master Qiushan, what kind of person is he?

Si Teng was also thinking about this question.

The monster's sperm change does not need to start with a baby. Once the ignorance is opened, it is a three or four-year-old girl, naked, not shy, can't speak, and cannot understand what people say. Her eyes are rumbled, she looks down at her feet, and the first word she says is: "Ah..."

It has no practical meaning, pure tone, just curiosity. She is obviously a thin and long vine, but why does she become white, fat, thick and short? She also has her feet, and she has five forks. She is also curious when she sees her toenails, why does she have a transparent lid?

Qiu Shan wrapped her in clothes and picked her up to the nearest town. She looked novel all the way, and she couldn't help but sigh.

On the way, I met a teahouse. Qiushan stopped to rest. She sat opposite her, staring at Qiushan with wide eyes and staring at Qiushan for dinner. Why did he have to eat a round bowl when eating? Qiushan took a few bites and looked at her with disgust. She didn't understand this as annoying, but she was still surprised and yelled.

I continued on the way, and this time I stopped in a larger town. A woman held a doll and sat on the street to cool off. The doll was as big as hers, and she was not as good as hers. She wore a tiger-headed hat and was whispering in her mouth. Many neighbors gathered around to tease her. An old lady shook a rattle in her hand, shook it a few times, and said, "Ji'er, laugh."

The doll grinned and drooled, hehe, hehehe.

The group of people around were so happy that they couldn't stop talking.

It turns out that they like this kind of doll. Monsters always have some natural cleverness and intelligence. She looked at her and learned it. When she stopped to rest on the road again, Qiushan sat tiredly on the ridge of the field and fanned the wind. She jumped to pick flowers, pull grass, and covered grasshoppers. When she was tired of playing, she came to look for Qiushan. Qiushan just looked up at her. She was like offering treasures, and she was like the doll, grinning at Qiushan.

I still can't understand why Qiu Shan is so angry. Do you think the monster is deceitful and becomes a monkey?

He lifted his palm-like slap and scolded her: "Strange!"

She was beaten to the point of tilting her head, staggering and falling several steps to the side. After standing still, her mind was empty and she was stunned. Half of her face was so hot. She touched her with her hands and then touched the other side: Why is the other side that was beaten so much bigger?

That was the first time she started to chaotic chaos, and the first smile she showed to Qiu Shan and the whole world. Before she could finish laughing, he slapped her and knocked her down for half a day.

Now Yan Furui asked her, what kind of person is my master Qiu Shan?

He is a person who made her never learn to laugh again.

The Canghong Temple Master came to find Si Teng, and waited for the middle of the night from sunset to the west. He couldn't help but ask Qin Fang: "Didn't you say you'll come back in five days?"

Taoist Master Maqiuyang and his friends also questioned each other in a verbal manner.

——What does Miss Si Teng want to do?

——We do everything as Miss Si Teng ordered, and Miss Si Teng should have made some statements. Is this vine killing difficult to solve?

——The top was rushing to find the monster, but now she is looking for it, but she doesn't see anyone herself.

...

Only Chen Yindeng didn't speak, stood among the crowd with his eyebrows down, as if things had nothing to do with her.

Qin Fang just listened and didn't say anything, and finally said: "Miss Si Teng was just a little late, the plane was delayed, the car was traffic jam, or something happened temporarily. Why are you anxious?"

The words are sparse and ordinary, and they are not harsh and choking, but the Canghong Guanzhu was speechless for a moment.

The group of people were ready to rob and plot against others, and everything was ready. They were told that they could not find anyone. Of course they were anxious and nervous, afraid that they would open the window and leak the news, and that they would not lose the rice.

Qin Fang said again: "You know her. If she doesn't contact me, I can't find her, so I can only wait - if she calls me or returns to Miao Village, I will tell her that you have discovered the nest of the red umbrella.

From Wudang to Miao Village, so many Taoist priests have been caught. Do you still care about this time?

Besides, what happened to Fujik? Isn’t it that it hasn’t happened yet?”

As he said this, the Canghong Temple Master was not good at saying anything, so he had to leave embarrassedly. He couldn't help but complain along the way. Ding Dacheng was disgusted first, saying that he had been out for many days, and his family was urging him one by one a day. At first, he was quite excited to receive the news. He thought he was going to participate in a monster-catching battle that was unprecedented and never came. Who knew that he was led by someone at the beginning. After running to Qingcheng to run to Miao Village, there was no head-on confrontation. He was a sect and digging a pit to plot against a fairy. He thought he was not of the grade even though he thought about it.

If your dream comes true, it is better to drive a taxi back and drive a taxi more freely, more down-to-earth.

In fact, it's not just him, everyone has more or less thoughts.

Professor Platinum has an academic obsession, and he really comes with the enthusiasm of seeing the other world. He wants to publish a documentary paper, and also wants Miss Si Teng to accept an interview...

Wang Qiankun also felt it was not worth it. He went to Qingcheng Mountain to exchange and study. That night, he was clearly updating his blog. As a literary male Taoist priest, why did he inexplicably provoke monsters?

The Four Daomen Gate have been following the path of culture and scenic spots for so many years. Suddenly, they said they wanted to win the monsters... Even if they transform, it would take time.

Except for the Canghong Scenekeeper who was indescribable and Chen Yindun had a unique ulterior motive, everyone else felt that the monster in the legend was green-faced and fangs. Miss Si Teng was from scratch, and she was just a cold and pretentious and very decent beauty. She didn't see her really harming the other side. She had no courage to act on the way, but she had a sense of uneasiness in the crime of a gang...

As he was worried, Liu Jinding suddenly exclaimed: "Where is Miss Chen?"

Where did she go after the last one of the team?

Where can I go? She is a local from Miao Village, can she still get lost?

This visit to Si Teng was fruitless, and the owner of Cang Hong was very upset: "No matter who she is, let's go back first..."

Before he finished speaking, he was shocked and stopped talking.

Not far ahead, the stone steps are coming down... Miss Si Teng?

She wore local clothes, blue local cloth jackets, black trousers and skirts, with extremely bright Miao patterns embroidered with hair, and her hair was spread out, with a wet and turbulent feeling. The edges of the trousers were only to the calf, and she stepped on the blue-black stone slab barefoot, which was a stunning contrast.

What's the meaning?

After the agreed time, Qin Fang was unable to contact them, but he intercepted them from their origin...

The owner of Canghong Temple suddenly became alert.

Si Teng was also slightly stunned. She did not expect to meet Canghong Temple Master here suddenly, but since she did not leave with her, there was no such possibility.

She greeted Cang Hongguan: "What a coincidence?"

The genius believed that the word "正" originated from the word "正". The owner of Canghong Temple turned several times and said carefully: "I just visited Miss Si Teng, but unfortunately I didn't meet it."

“What a pity?

Didn’t this happen?

Speaking of which, it’s been so many days. The old man went to see me. Shouldn’t he ask me to have a grace period, right?”

The owner of Canghong Temple felt relieved: "There is finally news about Miss Si Teng's blessing and the red umbrella."

Qin Fangxian thought that the Canghong Temple Master and the others had left. He lowered his head and browsed his phone for a while. He looked up accidentally and found that Shen Yinlan was there all the time.

That day, she came back from Heibeishan with Shen Yindeng, and she never looked for herself again. Qin Fang was always a little nervous and always felt that she would have something to explain to him.

Sure enough, Chen Yindeng opened his mouth.

"Si Teng is coming back soon, Qin Fang, do you want her to come back?"

Qin Fang smiled and said, "I know your Taoist sect must be doing something. If you are dealing with Si Teng - I am an ordinary person, I can't help much. I sincerely wish you success, really."

Chen Yindeng stared into his eyes: "Really?"

Qin Fang met her gaze and did not wince: "If I say I hope Si Teng will die, it will not be possible.

But you know, no matter what, I don't want to be controlled by myself."

Chen Yindeng nodded: "I know, but Qin Fang, if you want to save yourself, you can't rely on others all. You have to do something yourself."

She slowly spread out her right hand that she had been holding tightly, and a light red pill was lying in her palm.

Qin Fang's heart thumped. He stared at the pill and did not reach out to take it: "Is this... poison?"

Chen Yindeng stepped forward, picked up his hand, placed the pills in his palm, and it was refreshing and cold, but Qin Fang shrank as if he was burned by fire.

Chen Yindeng spoke gently, and his voice was as sincere as he could: "Qin Fang, if you want to deal with her, you must make complete preparations."

Long after Chen Yindeng left, Qin Fang was holding the pills and illuminating the tungsten wire lamp under the eaves, as if the illumination could show the composition of the pills.

Chen Yindeng said that this was not poison, but just asked Si Teng to take it and destroy her demonic power in advance. It would be easier to deal with it like this.

Qin Fang found it funny and a little sad for her: Chen Yindeng's mind was indeed meticulous, but he was always a little unlucky. Si Teng had almost no magic power, and even if he took this medicine, he would not make any difference. Every step of Chen Yindeng's calculation was like a heavy punch to the air, and the lightness was useless.

I don’t know where Si Teng is now.

Yan Furui was a little nervous, but in fact, he even felt a little cold on his back.

Looking from this end of the wooden building, there is the inn where Qin Fang lives not far away.

Si Teng meant to let him hide. She said, "You disappeared inexplicably. When I came back, you also appeared. Someone would think a lot. You hide first and wait for my news."

What he said was reasonable, so Yan Furui did as he did.

However, Miss Si Teng has been looking at the other end for a long time on the railing. What is she looking at?

Look at Qin Fang?

In film and television dramas, surveillance is commonplace. When you really fall into reality, you realize how creepy it is. Even if the one you are being spied on is not yourself - just think about it, there are always such pairs of eyes staring at you coldly in the dark...

Yan Furui shivered unconsciously.
To be continued...