Han Yang, who escaped, was confused.

"Lingyu, what the hell is going on?" Han Yang muttered, "Are you sure? I did that?"

"Yes. Lingyu nodded.

"Superpower awakening...... It was a pleasant surprise. Han Yang couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, "This time, it's a little interesting." ”

Ling Yu sneered: "This is also a skill, it's really embarrassing for me." ”

"Huh?"

"My awakened ability has always been a formation. You're a little kid. ”

Suddenly, the phone shook a little. There are text messages coming in.

Han Yang looked down. The mobile phone screen displayed: "Han Yang, I am Chang'an." Please call back. ”

Zhao Changan is Han Yang's good brother, to be honest, the two of them originally met on the Internet, but they didn't expect to be brothers in real life. Zhao Changan's screen name is "Chang'an Moon Cool".

Inadvertently, he glanced at the small green light on the notification bar, and went to check the notification text message, and the "call reminder" said that he had sixteen missed calls last night. The most recent one, I hit five minutes ago, is really scary.

Han Yang looked over one by one, it was all Zhao Changan. Han Yang took off the SIM card, thought about it, stuffed it back in, and stared at the phone screen. Within a minute, the bell rang.

"Hey. Han Yang answered the phone. "Han Yang!" Zhao Changan's surprised and happy voice came from the other end of the phone, "You finally answered my call!"

"Something?" "I'm going to say that, are you okay?" Last night, the police came to my house. "Did you commit a crime? Or is it about me?"

Zhao Changan was about stunned, and said after a few seconds: "Yes, you can still make jokes." The police came to me to ask you about it. Ask me if I know you well, how many times have I been in contact with ......" said that there was an explosion in your house.

Han Yang thought to himself: Sure enough. "You just say I don't know you well. "That's what I said. Zhao Changan smiled.

"Hmm. "So—are you involved in something big?" "It's not a big deal. ”

"Well, you've helped me a lot before, and now you're in trouble, I'm willing to do me a favor, come and live in my house." "Where are you? I'll drive over to you." ”

"Next to the station, you're alone. ”

In a villa in the center of Kyoto, Han Yang slept all day and then half the night.

When he awoke, he looked up and saw the window open, the curtains hanging low, and a slight breeze blowing into the room. Outside the window was a vast courtyard full of trees, and the moonlight was like heavy rain.

Han Yang sat up on the bed. When your fingers touch the side of the bed, the carving is a pattern of lotus flowers, bodhisattvas and swastikas.

"Local tyrants. Han Yang said in a low voice, touched his mobile phone to check the time.

1:50 a.m.

"I'm ...... ......The bruises on his body made him grin involuntarily, and he stood up with the pain, and walked to the window, breathing almost greedily in the cold air of the spring night.

The night was so calm. Dagger-wielding courier, ridiculously dressed but powerful killer Matt...... Secret, secret, or secret......

Han Yang inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled. Everything is as if it were yesterday. - Almost yesterday.

Realizing this, Han Yang silently praised his suddenly wonderful life. He staggered and walked towards the door

Feeling the temperature of the solid wood floor barefoot, Han Yang walked to the door and pushed it open.

In the courtyard, Han Yang faintly heard a trace of the sound of the piano, which curled like wisps, breaking through the vastness of the white night and flowing through the quiet courtyard.

Like a ghost, Han Yang walked out looking for the sound of the piano. He trodden on the ground in the garden, and the ground was soft and cold. The house is lonely and deep, and everything is still immersed in sleep, if it is not for the sound of the piano, it is even lifeless.

Han Yang passed through the court and transferred his ownership, and he didn't meet anyone along the way. He recalled that when he came in with Zhao Changan, the big villa was empty, and he was too tired to think about it. Now the doors of the room he passed through were closed, and the windows were all closed, and Han Yang looked over, feeling uncomfortable inexplicably, as if someone was hiding behind and peeping.

Is something finally wrong with my mental state?," he laughed self-deprecatingly.

The sound of the piano becomes clear.

In front of it is about a study, decorated with antique decoration, and a light sarong with wooden windows with a swastika pattern. Han Yang looked into the room, and there was a young woman sitting in front of her, plucking the five strings.

Ah, it's cold. Han Yang couldn't help but think. Look at the slender fingers moving between the strings, and the sound of the piano is slightly desolate.

After listening for a while, Han Yang noticed the woman's outfit. She wore an antique skirt, cotton and linen texture, the upper skirt was short, to the waist, azure, embroidered with a pale yellow honeysuckle pattern, and the lower skirt was plain white and flowerless, hanging straight to the ground. And there was a faint, calm sadness between his eyebrows. The complexion is pale and transparent.

Is it Chang'an's girlfriend? Wait a minute, it seems to be ...... In this situation, I'm not a thing?

Stuck in "Water Margin", something is going to happen. Han Yang suddenly sobered up. He hurriedly turned around and wanted to go back to the room, but his waist twisted urgently, making a "click" sound, and then touching the injury, and he couldn't help but let out a low "ouch".

He knew it was not good, and when he looked back, through the window screen, he only saw the back of the woman leaving.

Back in the bedroom, Han Yang turned on the light. Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Zhao Changan came.

"You're awake. Zhao Changan said, "I see that you are sleeping too deeply, and I have never dared to alarm you." Let's take a look at the injury first, I've studied medicine. ”

The conclusion was: minor bone cracks, no internal injuries. Take some medicine that promotes blood circulation and blood stasis and bone growth, and then smears more safflower oil.

"It depends on the situation, it is the real practitioner who makes the shot. How did you mess with him?"

Han Yang couldn't speak, and was inexplicably angry.

It's early in the morning, Han Yang is wearing a white bathrobe with a cut velvet and thickening when he went to the doctor, but Zhao Changan is still wearing a straight white shirt and iron-gray trousers, as if he was still studying something before. But there was no tiredness in the eyes. He wears oval gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes are clear, occasionally shining.

"That's right," Han Yang mentioned as if intentionally or unintentionally, "I was spinning around with you just now along the sound of the piano......"

"That's my sister. Zhao Changan said, "She has a cold temperament and is not very willing to socialize with others." ”

"Oh, I see. "She also welcomes you. ”

Han Yang didn't quite understand. "You're also a spirit master, aren't you?" "Why again......?"