Xuanyuan Heng's voice was gentle, and the old woman agreed.

"This wonton has been spread out for years, hasn't it?"

The old woman nodded: "This wonton stall, I have opened it for decades for my wife." ”。

Xuanyuan Heng then asked, "Does that mother-in-law know that in recent years, there have always been disciples of the Holy Spirit Academy who have disappeared for no reason. ”。

The old woman sighed: "This matter has almost spread all over Suzaku Street, so I naturally know about it." ”。

Her family's wontons are very popular with the disciples in the academy, and many academy disciples come to her every day to eat a bowl of wontons.

Later, the disciples of the academy disappeared frequently, and everyone was in danger, and those disciples rarely came out again, and her wonton stall was almost without customers......

The old woman fell into a memory: "Once upon a time, there was a boy about the same age as the two of them, who would come to me almost every morning to eat a bowl of wontons.

He said that the ravioli I made were the same as the ravioli made by his grandmother, and that the child's grandmother had passed away a few years ago, and that my husband had died young, and that he had not left me a son and a half daughter.

After a long time, I treated the child as if it were my own grandson, and the child liked to eat the ravioli I made and was willing to call me grandmother. ”。

Speaking of this, there were tears in the old woman's eyes: "But one day just a year ago, the child told me that he was going out to practice alone, and he ate a bowl of wontons at my place and left."

Since then, the child has not returned, and then I heard that the child is missing and may no longer be alive......".

So many shops and vendors on Suzaku Street have closed their doors, but she has persevered.

A year has passed, no matter how windy or rainy, she will set up a wonton stall early in this position every day, just to hear the sentence: Grandmother, I'm back, I want to eat the wontons you made.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't hear it anymore.

The old woman couldn't cry anymore, and Mu Qianqian and Xuanyuan Heng's moods were a little heavy. And Shun

When the old woman was almost crying, Mu Qianqian tried to ask: "That mother-in-law has been running a wonton stall here for so long, have you seen anyone in a black robe around here in recent years?" ”。

"A man in a black robe?" , the old woman fell into memories, she saw so many pedestrians every day, she really had no clue when she recalled it.

"Red-eyed people." , Mu Qianqian reminded.

"Red-eyed ......", the old woman's pupils suddenly shrank, she had seen it!

It was a pair of hollow and terrifying red eyes, and the slightest glance at them made the scalp tingle.

Seeing the old woman's reaction, Mu Qianqian then asked, "When did you see your mother-in-law?" ”。

"A year ago!"

She remembered vividly the day the child told her she was going to practice alone.

That night, the night was very deep, the rain was pouring down, the lightning was thundering, and she was awakened by the thunder and remembered that she had forgotten to close the stall.

Originally, she wanted to be lazy, but she didn't expect it to rain heavily, so she had to get up from the couch and go out with an oil umbrella.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she arrived at the stall, the rain stopped, and she was afraid that it would rain again in a while, so she decided not to be lazy anymore, and it was better to put the stall away.

At this moment, suddenly there was a faint sound of someone talking not far away, and she thought it was a passing cultivator, so she didn't pay attention and continued to move her hands.

The sound of closing the stall was not loud or small, and it reached the ears of the person who spoke, and the other party walked over quickly.

She remembered the footsteps from far to near.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and there was a bit of caution.