A low whistle crossed his ears.

"You're punctual—coming here—please hurry—"

The voice of a strange man appeared in the silent air.

The voice was deep and deep, and there was a little treachery in the thickness.

Soon, Jerry's gaze noticed that a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

- The man was waving to Jerry.

Jerry wasn't sure if it was Rugley, but the man continued to whistle.

"If it weren't for the sound of your breathing, you're wearing an invisibility robe, I'd have had a hard time noticing your location."

Jerry's heart settled:

He was Rugli who had come with him.

"Why don't you wait at the mouth of the woods?"

"You've stepped into the Black Woods."

"Welcome, Jerry Jr.!"

Jerry walked over to him, finally seeing his face through the moonlight.

——A circle of bearded beards is very eye-catching, and the round beer belly is like a woman pregnant.

More precisely, he was bigger than when a woman was pregnant, as if she were pregnant with twins.

"You asked me to come?" Jerry took off his invisibility robe, and his body immediately emerged.

"Only I know you're wearing an invisibility robe, aren't I?"

"Well, what shall I call you?" Jerry asked.

"Just call me Rugli, I'm a casual person."

"Where are you taking me?" Jerry glanced around, with an eerie aura and an uneasiness in his heart.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you." Rugri said with a smile.

Jerry followed closely behind Rugley, walking nervously and restlessly, and Rugri led the way, and they walked deeper into the black woods.

"Where do you want to take me!" Jerry stopped, his eyes widened with some concern.

"Follow me, now to my residence."

Rugli tried to soothe Jerry's emotions, "It's not far from here, hold on a little longer." ”

"Why are you doing that?" Jerry blurted out the question in his mind.

Jerry looked at Rugli with the eyes of a peddler, and he was a little distrustful.

"Trust is mutual, you have to open your heart, come with me, you won't regret it."

Rugley's smile overflowed with confidence, and his eyes read through Jerry's thoughts.

"I, I, I don't think I should be here." Jerry regretted it a little.

"Since you're out, you shouldn't back down." Rugley said.

"What are you trying to do, I mean-" Jerry said uneasily, "if you want to kidnap me-"

Then, there was an awkward silence.

Rughley smiled, "Come with me, you won't regret it." ”

After he finished speaking, he suddenly picked up Jerry, put it on his shoulder, and ran deep into the black woods.

"Let go of me!" Jerry screamed, "What do you want to do!" "He struggled on Rugley's shoulder.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and Rughli had no intention of putting him down.

"I don't like to use force!" Rughley laughed roughly.

He ran into the depths of the Black Woods with the wind, "I promise it will be the most memorable night of your life." ”

Jerry couldn't break free from the fat beard's hand even though he tried his best.

His strength is just too great! It was so big that Jerry could only let him carry it forward.

"Help me! I can't break free! Jerry called Zhang Wuwei anxiously.

"I can't bear such a strong uncle! You're left to your fate! Zhang Wuwei said.

"Stop shouting, no one here can hear you!" Rughley laughed, as if he had found a treasure, and rushed forward in high spirits.

"Stop! I'll tell you to stop! Rugley! You beer-bellied freak! ”

"I love this title! Boy, I advise you to stop struggling, I'm afraid I'll accidentally drop you to death. ”

"It's all over!" Rughli added sharply.

His warning worked, and Jerry immediately shut up.

"I want to- I want to pee!" Jerry frowned, "If you don't put me down, I'm afraid that my urine will stain your clothes." ”

"If you don't mind letting the matter of peeing your pants get in the newspapers, I'm more than willing to cooperate with you." Rughley responded to him in a rough voice.

"Y-you're a rascal!" Jerry yelled angrily, "You'd better put me down!" ”

"Otherwise—" He paused, trying to convince the beer-bellied freak.

"Or you're yelling? Crying and peeing? Or hit me headlong in the shoulder and make the whole market town laugh? ”

Rughley laughed, turned a corner, and walked through the black woods, and not far in front of him, a room with lights appeared.

"I used to be a wine technician." Rugley slowed down his pace and introduced as he walked, "I chose this profession because I have a talent for playing wine that no one else has, just like your tenth sense talent. Rughli said with interest.

"Do you think you're awesome?" Rugley asked with a smile, showing great interest in Jerry.

Jerry struggled tired, there was silence for a while, he didn't want to answer Rugley's words, he was very depressed.

"I've never heard of any talent for drinking," he said. He scoffed at Rugli's rhetoric.

"You don't believe me?" Rugli put him down.

Jerry broke free of his arm and quickly took a few steps back, acting on guard.

His gaze was distrustful, "You don't look like a good person. ”

"How handsome was Brad when he was young, and was he a good man?" Rugli laughed.

"You know Brad?" Jerry was surprised, and at the mention of Brad's name, he felt sick.

"Y-what's your relationship with Brad?" Jerry worried.

"Is there anyone in Magic Market Town who hasn't heard of Brad? Eighteen years ago, that guy dominated the newspaper headlines for several months, and Brad, as a student trained by the Golden Magician, stole the magic of the Black Spirit, which caused a lot of uproar at the time. Rugri said.

Jerry was sure that he wasn't sent by Brad to get him, so he was relieved and he was silent for a while.

Seeing that he was standing where he was, he had no intention of running away, and spread his hands: "You should trust me." ”

"Why?" Jerry asked with a questioning look.

"I almost managed to smash open the door of the memory cabinet from under the noses of those elves." Rughley smiled wickedly.

"W-what?" Jerry became excited, "It turns out that you did the theft of the Phantom Pavilion!" ”

"Why are you doing that?" Jerry raised an eyebrow and glared at Rugley.

"You always like to ask why, guy." Rugley smiled, he wasn't going to explain right away.

"You think this question is ridiculous?" Jerry said bitterly, snorting under his mouth, "I want you to stop your taunts." ”

"I'm entitled to laugh at you." Rughley said confidently, pointing to the house in front of him and saying, "Let's get over there!" ”

He took a few steps forward, "That's my house." I don't believe you're not curious at all. Rugley smiled back at him.

There was confidence in this smile, a kind of confidence that Jerry would definitely follow him.

"How did you get my suitcase?" Jerry hesitated, "You also prepared my school things, and you didn't even throw away my torn clothes." Jerry was curious.

Rugri stopped, his weed-like brow furrowed.

"Can you tell me the ins and outs?" Jerry said in a clear voice.

"That's all you want to know?" Rugli was even more surprised than him, "Let's go into my room first!" ”

Jerry glanced at the hut he was talking about, it wasn't far from where they were, only two or three hundred meters away.

He took a few steps forward himself, leaving Rugli behind, and suddenly he thought of something, and turned around to see Rugli's gaze collide with himself.

"Why would you do that kind of thing?" Jerry couldn't understand.

"It's not a shame to do that." Jerry hurriedly added.

"You mean the Phantom Pavilion?" Rugri smiled disdainfully, "Ever heard of the 'Ghost Thief'?" ”

"I did the famous painting that disappeared from the Hofger family last year." Rugri gasped in a proud voice.

Jerry snorted and walked forward, having to admit that he was driven by a sense of curiosity.

"I'm telling the truth, Jerry Jr., I'm not bragging." Rughley cleared his throat, his voice sounding as if the victor was making a proclamation, and he continued, "In August of that year, a silent night—"

"I'm not interested in these disgraceful past stories of yours." Jerry quickened his pace, not wanting to hear him.

Rugley's expression darkened for a moment, and he was shocked by Jerry's arrogance.

"I can't figure out why you'd do that kind of thing." Jerry kept muttering, and although his voice was thin, it was still heard by Rugley.

Rugley stopped, and he pursed his lips like a wrinkled, treacherous old turtle looking at Jerry.

"Anything that is challenging will easily pique my interest." He paused.

He smiled meaningfully: "Are you satisfied with this reason?" ”

"That guy at Hofger has a lot of good stuff in his secret, and I was just trying to play a joke with him and send it back after a few days of play, but it got out of hand. Later, I wanted to take a thing or two from his memory cabinet, damn it, I didn't expect those memory cabinets in Phantom Pavilion to be much more reliable than the elves. ”

"Aren't you called 'Ghost Thief'? You've got to miss a while. Jerry disagreed. When he asked Rugli with disdain, there was a dead silence around him.

This dead silence was not the usual silence without a sound, and there was an uneasy atmosphere in the air, and Rugli was looking at Jerry with a monster-like look, and he was expecting Jerry to continue to finish what he had not finished.

"You're amazing, Jerry Jr., you're as stubborn as your father." Rughley nodded, but he didn't say anything, he continued to walk with his steady pace, holding his beer belly, and whistling forward.

"Here, welcome to my house, there haven't been one or two people here for years." Rughley laughed to himself.

He paused, his expression becoming serious, "Once you step into my room, you are my guest. ”

He touched his beard, "Let me think about it, you should be the third person who can get here." ”

Rughley said with a smile, untying the wire around the fence gate in the yard, "My house may be shabby, but it must be the warmest house you have ever seen. ”

Jerry looked around, feeling the breeze blowing, it was very quiet, and there was a faint sound of "silk" in his ears.

Rugli was enthusiastically introducing his house: "My favorite is the color of the fireplace, it's as warm as a flame, which I painted with my own hands the year before last, and the bucket of paint cost me a month's salary, and that's not a little money, 1,500 coins, and a poor rubber band—"

"It's an old fellow, it's been with me for thirty years, you've seen it, it sends 20,000 letters a day, from the magic market town to the world, and then from the world to the magic market town, I don't know how long it can work, maybe I have to plan to let it rest for a while......."

The door of the courtyard opened with a babble, and there was a violent barking of dogs in the courtyard, and a large dog spat and barked at Jerry.