Although he had to find a place to live again, Han Yang was somewhat glad that there was more than one thing that he could barely use to comfort himself.

He looked in the mirror in the public bathroom, and the wound on his left shoulder had completely healed at some point, and although it was still a dull pain, it was obviously getting lighter and lighter. The bruises under the ribs also gradually faded and were about to fade completely. Subconsciously, Han Yang felt that it was related to that girl. Since last night – perhaps, after returning from the museum exhibition, everything has been different from before.

Not only his own physique, but also the whole world he is facing......

The girl suddenly walked staggeringly, Han Yang stepped forward quickly, wanted to help, and as soon as he handed it out, he felt a flower in front of him, and then his hand sank!

The girl is gone! As if she appeared out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared again...... No, not "out of thin air".

Han Yang lowered his head and stared at the thing he was holding in his hand. The corners of Han Yang's mouth twitched, as if crying rather than laughing. This time he finally understood: it turned out that she was the fan I had cultivated. ！

Finally found a place ---- a discarded container from a construction site. “

Okay, you haven't come out yet?" Han Yang said softly. No response. The fan was lying on the ground and didn't move - according to common sense, there is a problem when it moves, but Han Yang has already done a good job of psychological construction. "First of all, you are the fan I bought. Han Yang said slowly, "I can use it as I like." Given the trouble you've caused me, I'm sure I'll be able to get rid of you. ”

The fan seemed to move slightly.

"Secondly, I have the final say on where to throw it. Han Yang continued, "I know that there are several public toilets in the vicinity. Suddenly, the inside of the container was bright! The fan was gone, and the short-haired girl with a proud face jumped up in anger - and then heard a "thump".

"-Ouch!" slammed into the top of the container, and the girl crouched down with her head covered. For a strong tsundere woman, this scene is the perfect break. Han Yang remained silent. The girl squatted with her head in her arms for a long time, slowly straightened up, and looked around casually, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Where is this?"

"Outside. There's a place to hide, and you're thankful. ”

"You dare to talk to me like that?" "Why don't you dare?" "Do you want to die!" "Then you will kill!"

The girl and Han Yang looked at each other, and neither side backed down. After about half a minute, the girl sneered: "You seem to be angry?"

"I want to know the truth. Han Yang stared at her and said word by word, "What are you? Fan cultivation is refined or what? Do you know what the killer who came to the door last night is?"

"Vermilion Bird Feather Fan, the weapon of Wolong Zhuge Liang during the Three Kingdoms period, as for why it can become a human, it is because the artifact has a spirit. "From the moment the Vermilion Bird Feather Fan was born, it already had a machine spirit - it was the girl who was staring at Han Yang in the container. "As for that person, I don't know who it is, I only know that you should be in danger later. My name is Lingyu, and I will become a lot of advice in the future. ”

All things have spirits, and there are many strange people and strange people in the world. Since ancient times, those who control the spirit of the machine are called the spirit master.

On the shore of the inexplicable lake in Kyoto Youth Park, on the abandoned construction site, in the container, the beam of light of the strong flashlight shines directly on the top of the container, and the strange shadow is cast on the faces of Han Yang and Lingyu.

......

"Machine Spirit ......," Han Yang muttered. He didn't know any of this, and he didn't even know the true name of the Suzaku Feather Fan, which was not recorded in history at all. - If it weren't for the experience from last night to the present, and witnessing the change of Lingyu between the "Vermilion Bird Feather Fan" and the pretty girl, he would not have believed that this would be a reality like a fake.

Han Yang looked at Ling Yu, and then she felt Su Ye's gaze. coughed, raised his little face, and regained his strong tsundere style.

In fact, Han Yang didn't pay much attention to her, there were too many things happening tonight. He knew a lot of things, and he should have known. But these things will not change the current bad situation. And what he really wanted to know, he didn't have an answer yet. As for the machine spirit spirit feather, Han Yang really didn't know how this kind of character was cultivated. Really modern. Except for the occasional ignorance of today's things, it is completely impossible to tell that he is a person from the Three Kingdoms period.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Han Yang asked. "Do you have a problem with your brain?" Ling Yu looked at him, "Didn't I just say that?"

"What did you say? I just heard you say I don't know. "That's right. Han Yang didn't know how to react. Ling Yu's appearance of not knowing anything and being justified made him really want to beat someone - but unfortunately he couldn't beat him.

Han Yang looked at her. The girl looked a little melancholy. He looked for a topic: "You said that during the Three Kingdoms period, you were the instrument spirit of the Vermilion Bird Feather Fan...... What does it feel like to live that long?"

Ling Yu turned his head: "You want to try?" "Sort of. Han Yang nodded.

"Machine Spirit...... I haven't heard of a man. ”

"That's sexist, right?" Ling Yu stared at him, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of mockery: "It's like tying you to a chair, you can only stay like this without the master's permission." Without freedom, life is better than death - so long has passed. Would you like to try it?"

Han Yang suddenly felt a shudder. He only imagined the scene for a moment, and his chest began to feel tight. Maybe I can't last a month, and I'm going crazy.

"A lot of machine spirits are crazy. Ling Yu said lightly. "I'm sorry, I ......" Han Yang didn't finish before he was interrupted by a voice. Are you Han Yang?" the man asked in a half-yin voice.

It was a young man, wearing black lipstick. He wore a short black leather coat full of shiny silver studs and senseless zippers, with sparse chains hanging from the sleeves, a black silk waistcoat embroidered with a dragon and a wind, and a pair of black leather trousers, a half-leg, exposing knees and bare hairless calves, a functional belt with many loops and thin carvings on the silver belt buckles, and heavy, thick-soled heightened black leather boots.

Ha, is this non-mainstream? Han Yang felt embarrassed inexplicably.