A wooden house.

It looks so out of place with the black stone houses around it.

Maybe it's been some time, and the wooden walls made of wooden pillars are full of mottled moss marks.

The roof was blue-gray and covered with 'stone flakes' like fish scales, and I don't know if it was because of the heavy rain just now, and the dripping water fell from the edge of the roof.

The evening wind blew, bringing up the blue curtain hanging in front of the door, like a waving hand, tickling Tang Ling's heart one by one.

Is there something wrong with memory?

Tang Ling's throat rolled, looking at the wooden house that was incompatible with the black stone houses around him, and his heart was surging with unspeakable strange emotions.

He had the urge to go there and find out.

I can't tell if I really ignored this wooden house in order to prove that I really ignored it.

Or does it seem that strange people come and go in a hurry and turn a blind eye to it?

A moment later, Tang Ling stood in the middle of this alley, he really couldn't restrain the truest impulse in his heart - he had to go to this wooden house.

With his hands in his pockets, Tang Ling walked towards the building, stepping through the alley where there was still a lot of standing water, and making a 'crackling and tapping' sound, but as he approached the building, the sound became quieter, and then gradually became inaudible.

It's like you're slowly walking into another space.

No one around paid attention to the slightly thin black-haired handsome boy, but a casual glance would see him walk to the end of the alley, walk around the corner, and then disappear.

**

In front of the wooden house.

Tang Ling stopped, and his breathing was slightly short.

He wasn't tired, but noticed that when he approached the hut, there was no one around.

Even the familiar street scene is so unreal, like an invisible barrier, and it is impossible to tell whether it is real or hallucinatory.

But the wooden house still stands in front of you, as if it is the only one who has the most real existence.

"Perhaps, this is another dream?" After calming down a little, Tang Ling looked up, but what he saw was a wooden sign hanging on the door.

There is no deliberate carving, a very primitive form, but there are four square patterns depicted on it.

It is full of strength, and there is a strange beauty at a glance.

"Mysterious shop..."Tang Ling muttered to himself, unexpectedly recognizing the meaning of these four patterns.

This kind of square is probably a kind of text.

As soon as he thought about it, such a thought appeared in Tang Ling's heart.

But the strange thing is that Tang Ling was not shocked, since the night of the mutation until now, there is nothing that will make him feel unreasonable.

Besides, it's a dream.

Does everything in the dream need to be explained?

With this in mind, Tang Ling lifted the blue curtain that was still dancing and stepped into the room.

It was dark, and only a strange aroma filled the space.

This is a kind of smell that Tang Ling has never smelled, only feeling the freshness of wood, mixed with the fruity aroma, entering the nasal cavity, and like the strange floral fragrance blended together when a hundred flowers are in full bloom.

It gives people peace of mind and clarity of mind.

Subconsciously, Tang Ling wanted to cover his mouth and nose, in this era, all seemingly harmless details would eventually become a reason to lose his life.

What's more, the dreams he had already experienced told him that everything would be mapped to reality.

"I don't know, is it still too late?" Tang Ling was a little apprehensive.

But at this moment, a dim light suddenly appeared, and the originally dark room was lit up with this dim light, and the left and right places followed with the dim light.

"Dragon's birthday. Top grade. At the same time, a lazy voice came from the room, calm with a hint of indifference, as if speaking in Tang Ling's ear.

Cold sweat covered Tang Ling's forehead in an instant, and the precise instinct that he had been relying on had no effect, and he didn't even notice that there was a person hiding in the dark?

The defensive took a step back, and Tang Ling also saw everything in front of him at the same time.

A heavy wooden cabinet of jet-brown color, on which is placed a brass-colored totemic carving, and the flames jump into the belly of the totem, emitting a dim yellow swaying light.

Next to this totem carving, there is a metal, very delicate-looking stove, and the verdant smoke rises from the lid, curling Nana, condensing but not dissipating, and the fragrance rises.

A white, slender hand slowly picked up the lid and put it aside.

Then from the white and clear stone dish next to it, a small piece of white object was twisted, put into the furnace, and then covered, the aroma became more and more intense.

Tang Ling secretly clenched his fists.

And the owner of the hand finally raised his head at this time.

As he looked up, his figure hidden in the darkness immediately became clear.

He sits, but he can also see that he is very tall, and he does not seem to be strong, but he inexplicably exudes a sense of invincible danger.

This was just a pure feeling, Tang Ling's precision instinct was completely ineffective, and he didn't have any sense of the man sitting behind the wooden cabinet at all.

"The best natural dragon birthday incense is rare."

"After all, it takes hundreds of years to soak in seawater. Things related to time are always extremely precious. ”

"But the purple moon appeared, didn't it? So the dragon birthday incense is also commonplace. ”

Compared to Tang Ling's nervousness, the man was very calm, and he said something that seemed to be about the aroma in the house, but Tang Ling didn't understand it at all.

Only that sentence Ziyue appeared, which made Tang Ling's heart skip a beat, and he subconsciously asked, "Why?" ”

Maybe he didn't expect Tang Ling to ask rhetorically, but the man's eyes showed a hint of 'interesting', but he still replied: "It's very simple, everything is changing, won't the sperm whale also change?" ”

"Dragon birthday incense, produced from sperm whales."

The explanation was simple, but Tang Ling couldn't figure out what all this had to do with Ziyue?

He just wondered, why could he see this man's appearance clearly now?

His black hair, like his, was neatly combed back and tucked behind his ears.

His black eyes are the same, but they are as deep as a deep pool, and when he gazes, if there is a light flickering, it seems to reflect the starry sky.

Very good-looking facial features, so good to see that it is difficult to distinguish between men and women.

The whole person is lazy, but that kind of laziness doesn't look at everything in his eyes, and he just doesn't care about being bored.

Such an unforgettable person sat here before and didn't move, why can't he see clearly?

Tang Ling stood silently, but his mind was full of all kinds of questions.

But the man seemed to be reluctant to be verbose, and suddenly looked at Tang Ling, narrowed his eyes, and revealed a formulaic smile: "Welcome to the mysterious shop, No. 0233 Dream Seed." ”

Dream seed number 0233? Tang Ling's heart tightened suddenly, as if he had grasped something.

But before he could ask, the man had already stood up, and the black robe on his body reflected the dim light, and the light flowed like black flowing water.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce, I'm the owner of a mysterious shop. You can call me Kun. ”