On the bank of the river, Kong Ming lanterns rose one by one, floating in the night breeze.

Tang Butian's eyes also had a little orange light.

She said: "I don't read online articles. ”

"So what do you usually do when you don't have classes? Shopping? Watching a drama? ”

"Cultivation."

Jiang You walked forward, and they walked down the stone bridge.

"What are you going to do next?" Tang Butian asked.

"That Maomao, Maruko's so-called agent, I have her WeChat account and mobile phone number, you should be able to get her information, right?"

Tang Butian hesitated, and she nodded.

"Let's see what we can find first."

"Okay," Tang Butian pursed his lips, "There is a problem with the rake's accounting." ”

Jiang You looked sideways at Tang Butian, waiting for her to continue to speak.

Liu Yong said that he met a master six years ago, and under the guidance of the master, he gradually made the rake bigger. He broke through the secret of the master, and under duress, the master handed him the exercises, and he summoned a ghost servant. ”

"And then?"

"That ghost servant, in essence, is not driven by Liu Yong, its owner is someone else."

"It's interesting."

They walked to the square in the middle of the cultural street, where a singer sat in the middle of the square, holding a guitar and singing to himself, singing deeply and emotionally.

They listened quietly for a while.

Tang Butian looked at Jiang You's side face.

It's not pretty, it's not ugly, it's so ordinary that it seems like you can bump into several of them on every road.

Jiang You noticed Tang Butian's gaze, "What are you doing staring at me?" ”

Tang Butian retracted his gaze.

"Wenfeng Park is in the back, do you want to go in and take a walk?" Jiang You asked.

"Isn't the door closed?"

"There's a path to go around into."

"Okay."

They walked along the edge of the square towards the outside of Culture Street.

The closer you get to the middle of nowhere, the fewer pedestrians there are on the road.

Turn onto the path.

Tang Butian suddenly said, "You are very calm. ”

"Really?"

"There are no real mood swings, it's like wearing a mask."

Jiang You glanced down at Tang Butian, and he saw her holding the wooden knife in her right hand.

"I thought I had passed the organization's investigation."

"The ghost servant, the direction that disappeared last, points to Culture Street."

"You doubt me?" Jiang You stopped.

Clouds obscured the moon.

A car drove by, and the light of the headlights passed through the gaps in the leaves and flashed across Tang Butian's face.

The blade trembled slightly.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Tang Butian's eyes, and then her eyes became firm.

Jiang You took a step back.

Tang Butian opened his fingers, and the wooden knife flew towards Jiang You.

Jiang You jumped to the right, avoiding the wooden knife.

"Officer Tang, first, the arrest needs to be evidenced, and second, you are lynching, do you know it, I will complain, my real name complaint."

The wooden knife chased after him.

Jiang You seemed to be embarrassed to move left and right to avoid the pursuit of the wooden knife, but the wooden knife didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

The shadows of the leaves on the ground grew larger and wider, gradually joining together.

Hush.

The ethereal singing in the distance, the sound of passing cars from time to time, the sound of the wind and the sound of branches and leaves shaking and crashing, suddenly all disappeared.

Absolute silence.

Black hair came out of the shadows, touched Tang Butian's vamp, quietly intertwined and wound upwards.

Tang Butian sensed that something was wrong.

She held out her hand, and the wooden knife flew back into her hand.

She held the knife in her right hand, the tip of the knife slicing across the ground, the strands of hair wrapped around her leg dissipating into smoke in an instant.

Long hair without wind automatic.

She looked at Jiang You.

In mid-air, the sound of a terrible woman crying could be heard.

The sound of a ghost crying.

The black hair on the ground turned into black, weak and boneless hands, grabbing Tang Butian and Jiang You's ankles, pulling them down little by little.

The dark light floats on the knife face.

The tip of the knife drew a circle on the ground with a diameter of one meter.

The hands and strands of hair in the circle burned.

She heard a sneer, and then, she saw that half of Jiang You's body had been pulled down, and he kept struggling, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank.

She looked at Jiang You.

It wasn't until most of his head was silent that she threw out the wooden knife.

The wooden knife went downward, sinking with Jiang You's body.

He opened his mouth.

Air, can't breathe air.

Suffocate.

Can't see, can't hear.

The body is unable to move.

Countless hands.

Stroking him.

Calling out to him.

The brain gradually dizzy.

Heaviness.

Getting heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, all the hands that wrapped around him let go.

He grabbed a wooden knife.

He opened his eyes.

The wooden knife led him upward, then flew low.

Jiang You was thrown in the circle.

The wooden knife returned to Tang Butian's hand.

Jiang You stood up, he patted the soil on his clothes and pants, and then tried to get closer to Tang Butian's body.

"Enough exercise tonight, no need to run at night, eat a candy to suppress the shock, do you want it?" He pulled the mint box out of his pocket, two pills everywhere, and threw it into his mouth.

"Not you?" Tang Butian's expression was puzzled with some uncertainty. ”

"Not really."

The black fog outside the circle became more and more intense.

Tang Butian said: "You must get out of here." ”

"What can I do, you say, I do."

"You have the eyes of the sky, you can see the road."

"Are you sure?" Jiang You pushed his glasses.

Countless hands spread out in the circle.

The traces of the circles fade into obscurity.

"Sure."

"I thought I could see you fight the Ghost King." Jiang You whispered as he tried to look into the black mist.

"I'm not a Taoist, and I'm not good at dealing with ghosts. And I moved too much, I didn't apply. ”

"When you were chasing me, did you apply?"

"Nope."

Jiang You raised his eyebrows, and he asked, "What profession are you?" Cultivating Buddha? ”

"Sword cultivation."

Jiang You couldn't help but glance at the wooden knife, "Sword cultivation with a knife?" ”

"Handy."

There was a gap in the circle, and a hand reached in.

The wooden knife fell.

"Time is running out."

"I know." Jiang You struggled to look towards the black mist.

Gradually, he seemed to see a little white light in the black mist.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes a few times, and then put them back on. This time, he saw the direction of the white light clearly.

"I saw a little white light."

"Yes. I'll follow you. ”

Jiang You pulled his clothes downward, and then, he stepped out of the circle, and countless hands immediately wrapped around his body.

Supple.

With some itching.

The wooden knife rotated, severing the wrists one by one.

He heard Tang Butian's cold voice, "Run forward, don't look back." ”

He ran in the direction of the light.

The sound of his footsteps, his wheezing.

Grass emerges from the dirt.

The petals of the crape myrtle flower unfold.

Ants crawl in the crevices of the stones.

The sound of cicadas continues.

The fog gradually thins out.

He closed his eyes and rushed into the light.

Open your eyes again.

He saw the side gate of Wenfeng Park, and a few crape myrtle flowers pierced through the wall next to the door.

He turned.

The girl with the knife stood silently in the moonlight like wine and water.