Chapter 89: The Strange Yard

At this time, a gloomy and cold voice sounded behind her.

"It's hurt."

Then, a paper bag was thrown over.

"Here's razor, hydrogen peroxide and bandages."

Song Ci turned around slowly, and saw an old lady in a cheongsam standing behind her without knowing when.

She was thin and had some meanness on her face, but her overly pale face always looked oozing.

Song Ci stood up and handed the black cat to the old lady.

"It's your cat, I saved it, and the next thing, I'm sorry I can't help."

The old lady's slightly cloudy pair looked straight at Song Ci, and Song Ci also looked at each other.

The cat looked around between Song Ci and the old lady, and finally chose the direction of the old lady, stretching out her little paws.

Song Ci glanced at the black cat, and what he thought was right.

"You help me bandage it, and I'll give you something."

As she spoke, the old lady stretched out her hand, and saw that her hands were covered with bandages.

Sell badly?

Scold...... Well, you win.

The corners of Song Ci's mouth twitched, and then, resignedly, he squatted down and opened the paper bag.

The cat is injured in the back, so the cat can only be medicated by shaving it all.

【Ding! Hehe 】

Song Ci's cheeks were slightly red.

"Shut up."

In the Void Realm, soft-heartedness means dying quickly, and she thinks she has abandoned soft-heartedness long ago.

But now...... Well, some slap in the face.

Carefully removing the hair on her back, watching the fluffy dough turn into a concave, she wanted to laugh a little unkindly, and then unceremoniously sprayed the medicine on it.

"Meow ......"

A terrible scream sounded, and as soon as Xiao Hei kicked his legs, he was caught by Song Ci.

"Don't move."

Then he lay on the spot obediently and cowardly, not daring to move.

After bandaging the cat, Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, how long had it been since he had done this delicate work.

"Okay, it's okay, then I'll go first."

As he spoke, he got up and prepared to leave.

The old lady grabbed Song Ci's arm first.

"If I say I'll send you something, I'll send it."

Then he dragged the person towards the courtyard next to him.

Song Ci struggled twice, a little surprised, a thin and elderly old lady, but her strength made her unable to break free, her eyes narrowed, just wanted to try, but was stared at by the old lady's sharp eyes.

"You don't want to beat me up as an old man."

How do you know.

But it's still an inner MMP, with a smile on his face.

"Nope."

The old lady snorted coldly and didn't speak again, but it was Song Ci, whose expression was distorted for a moment after the old lady turned her head.

It hurts, her wrist really hurts, but the alarm bell in her heart never stops at all.

Forget it, if it comes, she will be safe, she wants to see what the hell this old lady is doing.

Song Ci was taken into the courtyard next to it by the old lady.

There are four gates in the courtyard, and the regulation is very similar to the mansion of the wealthy family in the costume palace fighting drama that Ding Ding has been obsessed with recently, but there are no two big lions at the door, and there is no plaque.

When she entered, she could see the shadow wall with the inscriptions, but because the lights were too dim, she couldn't see what was carved on the shadow wall.

It's just that she always feels that after entering the courtyard here, the light is a little darker.

Then I walked through the second gate and came to a square courtyard.

The yard is a good yard, but the ground is covered with withered yellow leaves, the windows are tightly closed, there is no light, no one speaks now, and the rustling of the wind is very strange.