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It was night, and dark clouds swept by, obscuring the bright moonlight and plunging the land into darkness.

When the wind blows, the yellow leaves fall to the ground, rubbing against each other to make a "rustling" sound.

The weeds on the side of the wall were blown bent over, and the flowers touched the ground.

The courtyard was desolate, with thick cobwebs under the eaves stained with many weathered insect corpses.

In a hut in the courtyard, a faint light shines through the white window paper with a few holes in it, which is called one of the few lights in the night.

"Already hooked?"

"Hmm."

The door of the hut that let out the light was opened, and the wooden door, which had not been used for a long time, made a creaking sound that sounded very fragile.

Bai Xiaochang walked out of the house with a fluorescent stone, patting the dust on his body as he walked, without any happy expression on his face, but complained: "This is the seventh, why haven't you finished catching it yet?" ”

Bai Xiaochang looked at the bamboo slips floating beside him, his eyes were full of sharp light, and he asked, "Is the bamboo slips your problem?!" ”

Zhu Jian's body trembled, and subconsciously raised a little farther away from Bai Xiaochang, took the spider web that hit the eaves, and pulled the tightly glued spider web on his body and said: "Ah! Of course not, it's because you've slept for too long, and no one has hooked the soul of this plane, so it's all up to you. ”

Bai Xiaochang squinted his eyes, with a look of "I don't believe your nonsense."

Is two months that long?

"What I'm saying is true, the time flow rate of each plane is different, and the time flow rate of this plane is very fast, so there are a lot of souls accumulated." Zhu Jian spoke with a serious face, so serious that it looked like he was in class.

However, he didn't say that because the soul envoys were very busy during this time, all the souls to be hooked in this plane recently were handed over to Bai Xiaochang to be responsible, which of course was a lot.

Mo followed her out, grabbed her shoulders with one hand, and walked to the next destination.

Fortunately, this time the bamboo slips can clearly know where the next target is, otherwise it would be really exhausting.

They've been here for three days, hooking seven souls, but they don't know how many there are next.

For this Bai Xiaochang has quarreled with Zhu Jian three times, each time it is so noisy that the inn is alarmed when going up and down the stairs, and every time in the end, Zhu Jian loses.

Bai Xiaochang: "Can't you give an accurate number?" ”

Bamboo slip: "No, it's easy to hook a few souls, and all of them are ink and less hooks, are you too much?" ”

Bai Xiaochang: "Which ear of your ears heard me say too much, I just want to know how much there is, and I have a bottom in my heart." ”

Zhu Jian: "I don't know. ”

Bai Xiaochang: "...... What do you want! With that, a fire passed, and the bamboo slips were frozen into ice cubes.

It was late at night when they returned to the inn, and Zhu Jian said that the next target was in the next city, and they planned to rest first before going over to hook the soul.

Walking to the door of the inn, the bamboo slip consciously burrowed back into the bracelet.

As soon as Bai Xiaochang returned to the inn, he collapsed on the bed, turned over and rubbed the quilt, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

Mo smiled helplessly, it was obvious that he was the one who seduced the soul, why did she look more tired?

Mo asked again: "Xiaobai, do you want to take a bath?" ”

The deep voice penetrated into her ears, making her want to sleep more and more, and replied casually: "Hmm......"

So for Bai Xiao's often indistinct "um", Mo rushed Xiao Er, who was watching the store at night, to the kitchen to boil water.

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