Ming Chuan glanced around, and after a few strokes of bushes and rocks, he climbed onto the fence of the archive's backyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The perimeter wall is less than a foot thick, with a slight bulge at the top, making it difficult to maintain balance standing on it. But these are nothing to Mingchuan.

Standing on tiptoe, he glanced around, but couldn't find a way forward.

It seems that the detour plan has to be cancelled.

After looking at it for a long time and not finding a place that could barely pass, Mingchuan squatted down and prepared to jump off the wall, but when he turned his head, his heart jumped suddenly.

He looked back in disbelief and looked at his feet.

On the inside of the wall, in a corner clinging to the base of the wall, a thin figure crouched in the shadows.

The child looked to be only five or six years old, dressed in fat, colorless clothes and trousers, dirty, and squatted motionless in the corner of the wall next to the garbage heap, with his back against the wall, his knees folded, and his slender neck tilted, revealing a pair of pitch-black eyes without the whites of the eyes.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, and Ming Chuan squatted on the wall, holding the wall with one hand, feeling his body shake a little.

Hurriedly stabilized his figure, and looked down again, the corner was already empty, and there were still any skinny children.

Ming Chuan frowned, and immediately concentrated on it.

The feeling between him and Ying Lan disappeared.

Ming Chuan squinted, although he was extremely shocked in his heart, he quickly calmed down.

Did Ying Lan chase him away, so he cut off contact with him?

Or was it like last time, they accidentally touched some magic circle and were trapped for a while, so that the connection between them was blocked?

Both scenarios are possible, but in the first case, after discovering that the connection is broken, Shadow Lan will definitely return immediately. For Shadow Lan, his command comes first, but even with his command, it can't tolerate not being able to sense its master.

Now it seems that the second scenario is more likely.

Ming Chuan jumped off the wall and landed right in the corner where the little ghost was squatting just now.

There is no residual ghost in the corner.

Ming Chuan doesn't believe in illusions or anything like that.

In his world, there are too many abnormal things, and if each of them is regarded as an illusion, it can only mean that his nerves have been deranged many years ago.

He couldn't feel the ghost's aura or Shadow Lan's whereabouts, and at the same time, he knew that something was around.

It's a terrible feeling.

Ming Chuan leaned his back against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his eyes half-squinting and glancing around.

Suddenly, there was a cold touch on his neck, which made him feel a biting cold in the scorching summer day.

Turning his head slightly, a thin cheek poked out from behind him, and those pitch-black eyes stared straight at him.

Suddenly, such a face appeared in front of him, Rao is Mingchuan was also startled, "drank", raised his hands around his shoulders, grabbed the little ghost and threw it forward, directly throwing the other party into the garbage heap in front of him.

The imp's body passed through the rotting garbage and disappeared without a trace.

Ming Chuan didn't want to run over to pick up the garbage heap, so he just frowned and stared at him intently.

"Hey, what are you doing here?!" a slightly shrill voice suddenly rang out.

Ming Chuan was startled, raised his head, and saw that the window on the first floor of the office building in front of him was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged woman in her forties leaned out half of her body and shouted at him.

Without waiting for Ming Chuan to answer, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from the ground, pounced directly on the woman, passed through the woman's body, and penetrated into the room through the window.

The woman was unconscious, still staring at Ming Chuan with anger on her face, and shouted loudly in a sharp voice that was an octave higher than ordinary people: "What are you doing here? What do you want to do sneaky?!"

As soon as Ming Chuan heard this voice, he knew that this woman was the woman who had an argument with Old Man Zhang before. He ignored her sharp question, rushed straight over, and glanced around the room through the window, but did not see the little ghost.

It's gone again.

Ming Chuan cut unhappily, put his hands on the windowsill, and wanted to turn over and go into the house to look carefully.

The middle-aged woman was startled when she saw Ming Chuan rushing towards her, and thought that this sneaky man wanted to be rough with herself, so she subconsciously took a step back, but when she saw Ming Chuan holding the window and wanted to jump in, she was immediately furious, and she raised her hand and pushed it towards Ming Chuan without thinking.

"What? You still want to come in? I don't look like a good person, do you want to come in and steal?" said the woman, turning her head and shouting behind her, "Catch the thief!"

The woman's voice was already sharp, and when she shouted like this, her voice was almost comparable to that of a magic sound, and her voice could be heard throughout the building.

Ming Chuan wanted to knock her out with a punch, but fortunately, his mind was calm and he didn't really make a move.

Seeing that the staff in the office next to him gathered at the door, and someone on the second floor opened the window and poked his head out to take a look, Mingchuan didn't want to get into trouble, so he gave up the plan to enter the house to explore, turned around and jumped, stepped on the wall with a kick, and his body flexibly climbed out of the wall more than two meters high.

When his feet landed on the dirt outside the wall, he could still hear the screams of the woman behind him, still sharp and sharp as a knife blade through the wall.

The corners of Mingchuan's mouth twitched slightly, and the cat shuttled through the bushes, bypassing the fence and leaving the archives.

He can't argue with those people now, it's not that he's afraid of anything, but now that Shadow Lan's whereabouts are unknown, he doesn't have so much spare time to talk nonsense with those people, and the top priority is to get Shadow Lan back first.

Although he wanted to find some clues from the little ghost, he also felt the strangeness of the little ghost, and this strong sense of weirdness made him feel that this seemingly ordinary ghost was very dangerous.

What he felt from that little ghost before was only the ghost aura of an ordinary ghost, and he couldn't even call it a powerful ghost. But the little ghost disappeared in front of him several times, and it disappeared very completely, leaving no breath at all.

When he saw the little ghost just now, he didn't feel any ghostly energy, not even when it was leaning on his shoulder. But he felt a chill visibly. This chill was colder and more ominous than the ghost aura on ordinary ghosts.

At that moment, he felt that it was not some child's ghost or a monster lying on his shoulder, but death itself.

It's as if that imp is the condensation of death, the god of death that has turned into a physical entity. (To be continued.) )