The white city in the early morning and the night of the blood moon seem to be the good and bad sides of a person, the soft sunlight exudes intoxicating warmth, the streets, people show their heads and smile at the people they know, the aroma of bread belonging to breakfast wafts in the air, it reminds people of milk and jam, preferably some butter or cookies, even better if there are oats.

Of course, beef sauce is also good, or ketchup?

Except for the blood remaining on the ground, everyone seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, and a child pointed to the bright red on the ground and asked, "What is that?"

The blood, which had turned brown overnight, was obviously not so easy to distinguish, especially for young and ignorant children.

"It was the shadow of the Blood Moon on the ground. The parent's answer was very interesting, and she smiled, and said this, her eyes without cowardice or fear, as if she were not the one who had hidden under the covers and cursed the devil last night.

Children are always looking for something new, limited to their height, so they're more aware of things that are at eye level or lower, like blood on the ground, like a little flower in the corner.

"Ha, look what I found, a little yellow flower. ”

The child's voice was crisp and pleasant, and his movements were like that of a lively rabbit, and he ran over in a few steps, reaching out to pluck the little flower.

There are no flowers in the White Capital, specifically, there are no flowers that can grow normally on the ground, and the flowers in the city are all planted on the balcony in flower pots, and even the gardens of the nobility are difficult to grow some flowers, because the other name of the White City is called the Demon Capital.

I don't know who said in the first place that demons need fresh flesh and blood, not useless plants, so the ground here can't grow flowers.

The boy, who was about five years old, stretched out his hand, which seemed to slow down indefinitely, and then suddenly stopped, and he was confused for a moment, and then, as if frightened, he quickly turned and ran away.

Hua Yan looked at his back and felt that his bottom line was lowering, and he used his mental power to intimidate children, this practice is simply... He didn't know how to despise himself anymore, but these were obviously not important in the face of survival.

He thought it was an accident, after all, not every child is so active and destroys flowers and trees, however, he soon discovers that the people attracted by the child's initial voice are not limited to children.

The man who had just come out of a nearby house had a beard so thick that it covered half of his face, and it was a mess, just like his taste in dress, and the completely ill-fitting clothes were more than a size larger, and he wore it on his body, even though he was already holding up his trouser legs, but he still couldn't avoid the overall sloppiness.

"Look, what is this, this must be a demon flower watered by blood, my God, I never knew that demons actually liked flowers!" the man said to himself, and when he said the last sentence, as if he thought it was a very ridiculous sentence, he leaned back and laughed back, and even so, his outstretched hand was unusually firm.

Hua Yan finally understood that if an ordinary flower blooms in an unusual place, then it is no longer ordinary.

Is it still mental intimidation? Yes, can there be a better way to kill people without harming people?

But this is obviously not enough, in the inappropriate place, it will always be discovered again by others, and then repeat the use of spiritual power again and again, and at some point they will summon the Book of Creation and take themselves in.

This time, Hua Yan chose to use his spiritual power to hint at the person in front of him, asking him to move the flowers out and put them in a certain flower pot in the house. There are other flowers in the pot, and these ordinary flowers are the best cover for Hua Yan.

"Ah, what was I thinking just now? I must be crazy if I want to present flowers to the city lord, where can this family have any good flowers, those old men have never seen anything, how can they like this ordinary flower. The man said this, and rubbed a flower next to Hua Yan, and the flower juice was transparent and slightly damp.

"I must be crazy. The man stretched to himself, yawned, and began to rummage through the cabinets looking for something, and he found some to eat, and wondered as he ate, "Why don't you seem to be hungry, I remember I didn't eat last night!"

Obviously, he had forgotten that he had actually eaten breakfast and went out, and now he started to eat again, so naturally there would not be too much food.

After eating, he quickly went out, still with something in his hand, and muttered, "I'm going to hurry, before those old men take back this house." ”

On the night of the blood moon, there will always be some unlucky eggs who are pulled out of the house by the knights, as if they have dug a nest of rats, and the rest of the rat nests, if anyone remembers, will go to the office hall of the interior to re-register and change the name of the head of the household.

As long as the knights changed the ownership of the house to their own name before the knights last night, the man would be able to own a house as a matter of course.

And that meant he had an environment where he could survive until the next Blood Moon night.

The nobles in the White City believe in demons, they don't do good deeds on weekdays, but in order to have enough "lambs", they will maintain their "benevolence" before the night of the blood moon, so that those who own houses are not harmed.

Until the next night of the Blood Moon, when there are not enough sacrifices for the demons, they will randomly grab people from some houses.

That is to say, even if those knights thought about the property last night, but when they saw that the property had been owned by someone else, they would only scold for the time being, and would not take any special action until the next blood moon night to retaliate wildly.

What's more, they most likely can't remember.

If at first there were people who cared about the value of these houses, then later, these houses were nothing to them, and the knights with the ability to wreak havoc on the night of the blood moon would have whatever kind of houses they wanted, and naturally they would not be rare for ordinary residents.

And when they "play" crazy, they don't even pay attention to which street and where they "get" a property.

It is precisely because of this that men dare to take other people's houses as their own in such a grand manner.

There are not many speculative people like him in the White Capital, because few people dare to walk around on the night of the blood moon, and those who wander the streets will be arrested, which is the perception of everyone, who think that it will be safe to hide in the house, but they do not know that it is equivalent to putting themselves in a sealed prison, and in the end they can only be at the mercy of others.

Of course, they could actually build a secret room in the house, but not all of them could be in the secret room, and if the knights broke into any house and no one could find it, they would burn the house, and the secret room, if any, would either be burned or smoked to death.

The man who used to hide in the secret room and watch his parents being dragged out and taken away naturally knew what kind of pain it would be, either knowing that his relatives would die and stealing his own life, or the whole family died together in the secret room or outside.

He didn't have many choices, and at that time he didn't have the power to choose, so he could only watch his parents make the decision to lock himself in the secret room, and before those people could enter, he blocked the door of the secret room with his body, and was finally dragged away in embarrassment.

Later, the house, which once belonged to his family, was occupied by those old men for a few days, and the secret room that was not soundproof made him hear a lot of things that he did not understand at the time, and he wrote them down, and after escaping in a certain gap, he could no longer believe in the safety of the house, and wandered outside...

Then, knowing the "way to play" on the night of the blood moon, knowing more "rules", and knowing how to exploit this loophole, anyway, on the night of the next blood moon, he will definitely leave that house, where safety is not guaranteed.

The people in the Home Office have long been numb to dealing with property changes, and after every blood moon night, some people will come and change the name of the property, and they don't need to ask much, just follow the rules.

The man quickly returned from the Interior Office, the door with its broken locks was hidden, and the discolored blood stains on the ground were enough to blind anyone to the place, who knew if it would be bad luck if they got closer, and who knew if the new owner of the house was the same old man from last night.

Everyone did their own thing indifferently, as if there were always many things to do, and they were vigilant enough to every stranger, but they were also wary of the things handed by acquaintances, and they were afraid that there was malice wrapped in them.

They don't care about men's actions, and men don't care about them, and he has survived many blood moon nights, and naturally feels that every day is as good as a new life.

I pushed the door open, but there was one more person in the room.

The five-year-old boy sat at the table, on which was a plate of half-eaten breakfast, bread with jam and strawberry jam, and the boy's lips were still a little red, and he heard the voice turn around, and when he saw the man, as if he had seen some acquaintance, he said, "Hello." ”

This bland attitude... The man's eyes narrowed, and he didn't take a step forward, looking at the boy in the room with enough vigilance, even if it was a boy he could restrain with one hand.

But the past experience has given him enough warning that he will never underestimate anyone, even if it is a child.

These little rats are shrewd like little devils.

"Now, this is my house, you should go out and stop using 'my' things. "For many years, a man has been taking other people's things for nothing, and this time someone else is taking him, and the displeasure in his tone seems to have substance.

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I hope it doesn't flash black today, and I'm ready to go shopping...

Double 11 is coming soon, so excited, everyone empty the shopping cart, rational shopping!