The western horizon is burning with rolling red clouds, as if there are flames burning in the sky, pushing up waves of fire clouds and red clouds.

The setting sun also dyed orange everywhere in the school, and the sparse students walked out of the school, and the last touch of the setting sun dragged their shadows for a long, long time.

Mi'er leaned against a big tree in the hidden place at the school gate with her arms around her chest, her eyes fell on the school gate, and she thought that there must be something wrong with the end of the blue time, so she decided to follow it.

Finally, when everyone was almost gone, he finally came out, carrying a heavy schoolbag and looking much haggard than the night.

Mi'er carefully followed him not far behind, he suddenly took out his mobile phone to check the time, and then ran away, Mi'er didn't know why he also sped up.

Then I saw him enter a café, did he want to go for coffee? Although Mi'er was curious, she could only stand outside the door, but luckily the café window was large and she could clearly see the scene inside. After a while, there was an extra waiter inside, and it was really the end of the blue hour.

Only then did I realize that he had to come here to work after school, and it was rare that his grades were so good, and I heard that he had been firmly in the first place before her arrival. I don't know how long I have to wait, but fortunately, I found a bench opposite the café and sat down, the nightlife at night had just begun, and there were people coming and going, and Mi'er had just sat down, and there were a lot of these propaganda leaflets in her hand.

I thought that it was not a way to sit here like this, so I simply ordered a steak in the steak shop next to me, and then again, I was really hungry without dinner. While eating slowly, his eyes looked across the street, intentionally or unintentionally, and he saw an acquaintance when he looked at it. A pink babydoll collar top, a white pleated skirt, small heeled leather shoes, and a small bag the size of a palm are undoubtedly Luo Jiajia.

Was it accidental or deliberate? Y City is so big, why did Luo Jiajia get here, she may be sitting in the position inside, and she can't see it after entering.

Time passed slowly, the time had pointed to eleven o'clock, and the pedestrians on the road were becoming scarcer and scarcer, and the waiter came twice in a row to ask her if she wanted to order anything more. She ordered a steak by herself and sat here for more than four hours, and everyone was almost closed, "Let's take away three more points." The waiter hurriedly went out, and if it was late, the chef would close the stall.

After checking out, I saw Lan Shimo and Luo Jiajia also go out, Mi'er followed cautiously, Luo Jiajia didn't know what to say, and there was an excited smile on her face. I don't know if she is too careful, but she always feels that every time she approaches Lan Shiji in the face of Luo Jiajia, she will subconsciously dodge.

Suddenly, Luo Jiajia grabbed Lan Shimo's hand, Lan Shimo bounced away as if he was on fire, and said something with a pale face.

Lan Shimo's indifference seemed to anger Luo Jiajia, she strode to block his way and said something, which made Lan Shimo's face change drastically, and finally fled.

Luo Jiajia looked at the back of Lan Shimo running away, and the smile was strong in the depths of her eyes, and her eyes accidentally swept to Mi'er on the street. instantly regained her usual innocent smile, "Huangqi-san, you also came here to eat?" She saw the steak in Mi'er's hand.

"Why do you have to get close if others don't like it?" Mi'er is straightforward and fast-talking, and what she says is extremely unpleasant.

Luo Jiajia was slightly stunned, thinking that she must have seen what happened just now, but she still smiled, "You have to hold the things you like in your hands to feel at ease, isn't it?" She smiled innocently, as if she deserved what she liked, no matter what she did.

...... "Everyone wants to get what they like, but there are some things that you can't get if you want to get them."

Mi'er didn't know what she meant by liking, because she always said in front of her that she liked this and that, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

"There must be a lot of people who like you like Huangqi, who are so capable." Luo Jiajia said such a sentence without a head or brain, and raised her head and winked at her mischievously.

"Nope." Mi'er denied that she had hardly made friends over the years except for Ah Rong.

“NO。” Luo Jiajia stretched out her white fingers and smiled sweetly, and occasionally people passing by around were attracted by her innocence, and couldn't help but take a few more looks, "Maybe you have forgotten." ”

She winked playfully and then clapped her hands, "Go home, see Huangqi tomorrow." "Then he trotted away.

Mi'er shook her head and didn't take it to heart, and continued to follow in the direction that Lan Shimo had just left.

Walking out of the downtown area, I didn't see the shadow of Lan Shimo, but I inexplicably felt a gloomy atmosphere, the moonlight was gradually obscured by dark clouds, and the cold wind from nowhere made her shiver. Frowning, he put the steak into the delicate bracelet and ran towards the place where the yin qi was the heaviest.

At this time, there were almost no passers-by on the street, and she found that the strong yin qi was also moving while running, and the surrounding streets were not old streets, and there were fewer high-rise buildings compared to the new streets. With the help of his feet, he stepped on the air conditioner, and his posture was light and neat, and he fell on the roof with a few borrowed forces. The black gas in the distance was rampaging through the residential buildings, as if chasing something.

How can there be such a big yin in the city? Yin qi is the resentment of the dead who are unwilling to be reincarnated in this way, they generally come out at night to move, at most they scare and scare humans, and very few resentments can be turned into entities to affect people. And this grievance is obviously not simple, and the action is fierce......

The end of the blue hour!

When he entered the dream realm of Lan Shimo, he didn't know where to attract many resentful spirits, and this time the scene was so similar. Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and chased after him as quickly as he could.

Sure enough, when she caught up with the grievance, it was Lan Shimo who was running wildly in the residential building, and dozens of runes in her hand flew out, and when she was about to shatter the black mist, a white light flashed and disappeared into the resentment, and the spells were all bounced off.

Mi'er's feet and then the debit landed at a high point, and in the midst of doubt, a white silk rampaged in that group of resentment, and then the resentment dissipated, and a lantern gradually emerged.

Descending silk white silk, it turned out to be her.

The fog lifted, and the people inside were revealed. Like seaweed, the hair on the ground is dancing without wind behind him, wearing a white nine-spring forgetting to return crown, the crown is embedded with white pearls, the left and right are inserted with white jade hairpins, and the white silk is hung at the tail of the hairpin at the same time. The temples are decorated with frost flowers made of cold frost, and the sweet smile makes people's eyes shine and always reminds them of the happiest times. Her eyes were crimson, and the two red tear moles under her eyes made her look lively and comfortable.

The white knee-length dress was dotted with red mantras, and the waist, wrists, and skirt were tied with a peace knot made of red thread, with long tassels of the same color falling at the ends. The white high heels made her playful and dreamy. The lanterns around you emit a warm glow, and when you get closer, you will find that the lanterns are filled with the lamentations of thousands of souls who are unwilling to perish.

The hand-painted Manshu Sawa lantern also radiates a gentle light, on which the word "Yellow Spring" is written in blood, and a long tassel flutters in the wind on the safe knot under the lantern. The spirit follows the lantern to lead to a city that never sleeps, warm during the day, and reduced to a ghostly phantom sneering late at night.

Lotus leaves and yellow springs, joy and sorrow.

Mi'er looked at the visitor and vaguely felt that things were not so simple.

The woman nodded slightly at Mi'er, and the golden lotus bloomed and disappeared in place.

The woman left Mi'er and remembered Lan Shimo, but she couldn't find his shadow anymore.

――――Dividing Line――――

Lan Shimo left Luo Jiajia and was about to get on the bus, the moment the bus door opened, a group of resentful spirits swarmed out of the bus, and a group of resentful spirits opened their teeth and claws and opened their mouths full of fangs and pounced on him. I didn't have time to think about him turning around and running, and I didn't know where I was running, I just felt the sound of grumbling behind him, as if I wanted to devour him alive.

When he finally managed to avoid the evil spirit, and out of nowhere, a hand covered his mouth and dragged him to a place full of foul odors, and he looked at the five fierce men in front of him, and he trembled and leaned against the moss-covered wall.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? He could barely hear what he was saying, and the moonlight did not illuminate the dark alley.

The person who came didn't speak, only the leader pulled out the dagger he carried out, and Cheng Liang's blade flashed a fierce color under his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Lan Shimo had never encountered anything like this, these people were simply more terrifying than demons.

Suddenly, the two people in front of him pressed his shoulders against the wall, and pulled his right hand hard, and he saw that Cheng Liang's blade was approaching the artery.

"I remember killing myself and cutting my veins just that." The leader showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and a foul smell of smoke came to his face as he spoke, making Lan Shimo want to vomit.

He struggled to withdraw his hand, was this group trying to create the illusion that he had committed suicide by cutting his veins? No, don't, he doesn't want to die yet!

"Help—" Before the cry for help could be uttered, a stinky strip of cloth was shoved into his mouth.

His eyes were frightened, no one would be calm in the face of death, he was very afraid.

Who the hell are these people? The only thing he has offended is Wang Yifeng, are they Wang Yifeng's people?

The blade clings to the skin, and it can bleed with a slight glimpse. However, there was a dizziness in front of him, and in a haze, he seemed to see the souls of this group of people leaving his body.

This dizziness was only for a moment, and after the dizziness, the scene in front of him did not change, he was still controlled by them, and the blade gradually entered the skin, and the blood fell drop by drop. The man seemed to enjoy this process and did not cut the artery with a knife, and watched the bright red blood fall on the dirty ground, and a group of men laughed wildly.

Perverted, neurotic, murderer!

These three words rang in Lan Shimo's mind.

Suddenly, a few men screamed and let go of the blue hour, and a huge black shadow covered the entire alley, as if they saw some monster crawling out one by one, but what was waiting for them was something even more terrifying......

Before fainting, the black shadow walked in from the alley, and he recognized the shadow and reached out to grab it: "Grandma......"

"Good boy, grandma is here."