This night in Xijing is surprisingly cold, surprisingly quiet, there is no moon and no light. The people who watch the night guard clinged to the dim wind lanterns, slowly passing through the streets and alleys, knocking out a slow and fast bang.

Three more.

Zhang He did not drive or ride a horse, with a blue cloak on his shoulders, and a hood loosely covering his head, covering his face and expression, like a ghost traveling at night.

At the end of the day, Wanjing told him that Mrs. Yanghua was coming. So Zhang He thought that his mother should be following him now, but he couldn't see it with some regrets. It was the first time he felt that having a ghost after him was not something that sounded scary.

Walking on the road, Zhang He always had the heart to stop and say something, but this sentence should be

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