"Yo, two-legged sheep......"

"Still alive......"

The street vendors and tourists all swayed their ghostly steps towards him, intentionally or unintentionally.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve did not dare to have physical contact with them, lowered her head and nervously avoided it, until her back hit the wall, only to realize that she had forced them to the corner.

A stocky old man in a linen robe suddenly sprang out and grabbed him with a smile. The old man's ears were vertically on his shoulders, his eyebrows were bent and his eyes were thin, like a kind and smiling Maitreya, but when he opened his mouth, he said in a sharp and strange tone: "Little offspring, are you lost?" My husband sent you home? ”

The peace buckle that has never left his body since he was a child was deliberately torn off, and two rich hands clamped his arm, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve had a bad intuition, and struggled to meet the old man's pupils - it was a pair of vertical pointed pupils that were red to black, horizontal between the whites of the eyes, flashing excited and bloodthirsty!

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve panicked, broke away from the old man, and before he could run two steps, those strange-shaped "people" swarmed up, surrounded him, pinched his hands, dragged his legs, pressed him to the ground, and couldn't move. The "men" all stared at him with licking tongues, as if they were about to roast him with a fiery gaze—and there was even an old woman with shriveled skin like a dead tree, who opened her black fangs and bit down on his calf.

After living for almost twenty-five years, he had never seen such a battle, his calf hurt terribly, and he didn't know how much blood he had shed, and for a time he even choked in his throat to cry for help, and he couldn't shout out alive or dead, so he could only let them tear his clothes in horror, and let the rough tongue lick the wound on his calf.

"Teacher Mei?" In the crazy and chaotic group of "people", a suspicious and tentative cry suddenly crowded in.

It was a woman wearing a bamboo-blue vertical collared gown, a narrow skirt in tooth white, and a jujube red knitted shawl. The caftan has straight sleeves over the wrists and over the knees, with fine teeth rolled in sheepskin gold, and agate buttons, and the cut stitches are not inappropriate and decent, although there is no embroidery, but it is obviously made of high-grade fabrics. The woman wore vermilion lipstick, her eyebrows were curled in a gentle curvature, her jet-black hair was curled in a bun with hosta and silver, and a pair of strappy Mary Jane shoes with a mid-heel peeping peeping under her skirt...... She is not very pretty, but she exudes a warm and intellectual bearing, which is incompatible with the strange and strange atmosphere around her.

This soft call recalled Mei's consciousness on Chinese New Year's Eve, and he recognized at a glance that this woman was actually the proprietress of the second-hand bookstore outside the east gate of the exhibition hall.

The most important thing is that her gaze is still clear, and she is not stained with the fanatical greed of the "people" around her.

"Sister Yu! Save me! Hmm-" He didn't care why Yu Xianzhen was here, and desperately called for help. But the old man's white and short fingers swiped his face, and his upper and lower lips seemed to be glued to 502, and he could no longer speak. The old man poked the four tooth holes on his calves that were still bleeding, picked up a trace of blood from his fingertips, stuffed it into his mouth, and sucked it soundly, as if he had smoked ointment: "Mr. Yu, the sheep market is under the jurisdiction of the head of the guild, so don't care too wide." ”

"The strong dragon really can't overpower the ground snake." A round cat head emerges from the hostess's shoulder, a dark stripe extending from the top of her head to the tip of her tail. The tanuki licked her claws, jumped into the arms of the proprietress, and scratched the placket hanging from her button, "But, cats eat snakes, are you right, Ah Zhen?" ”

"Even if you are the leader, you may not be allowed to openly eat people in the sheep market." The proprietress choked the back of the cat's fate and told him to be honest with her actions, so the catcub obediently closed her voice, humming and chirping and holding her hand coquettishly, "Moreover, I seem to remember that there seems to be such a rule in the sheep market, no matter what kind of goods it is, it must first pass the eyes of the head of the meeting, and the rest will be picked first, so that you can dispose of it?" ”

The old man's mouth was still covered with blood, and he was shocked when he heard this, but he couldn't bear the fat in his mouth, so he stepped forward inwardly: "Even if it is the first ......."

"Even if it's the head of the guild, I can't control you?" A casual male voice sounded suddenly, cold but majestic, and those unknown creatures who were like ogres one second were obediently kneeling on the ground like sheep the next second.

The man in red clothes walked slowly, followed by two silent servants. He was tall and slender, with black hair on the floor, a high crown made of black gauze, a bronze mask covering his face, and a lacquered sheath sword at his waist—this was the head of the guild, the master of the sheep market.

"The rule is not strict, but it makes Mr. Yu smile." The head of the meeting drew his saber, and while talking and laughing, his hand fell, and a skull rolled down and rolled in front of the white fat old man, which was the monster that bit Mei's calf on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The white fat old man gasped when he saw this, his squinted eyes widened, and he banged his head on the bluestone slab, and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes: "My lord, spare my life!" Spare your life! The little ones don't dare anymore! I beg you to spare your life! ”

Holding down the grinning tanuki in his arms, Yu Xianzhen owed his face unchanged: "Where, where is the majesty of the head as before." ”

Temporarily escaping, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve hunched up on the ground, holding her bruised wrist and panting, her eyes focused on the tip of the blade that was still dripping blood, and there was no sense of salvation in her heart. Just now, he called for help from Sister Yu, indeed hoping that she could save him from leaving-but judging from the current scene, it is the big man who can kill whoever he wants, and he will be the leader.

Just now, Yu Xianzhen was able to stand up for him, and he was already very grateful; Now, he hopes that she can retreat from the difficulties and not take another person in.

The head of the meeting took his sword and wiped the blood-stained blade from the white old man's sackcloth robe, so frightened that the latter almost collapsed to the ground; He unhurriedly put his sword back into its sheath: "Does Mr. Yu want to take this person away?" ”

"I don't dare," she said as she looked directly at the pair of golden red pupils behind the mask, and laughed neither humbly nor arrogantly, "after all, this is a sheep market. ”

The head of the meeting nodded, his words were cold and cold, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion: "This person, this seat will be accepted, and another day will definitely prepare a heavy gift to thank Mr. for his kindness." ”

Yu Xianzhen grabbed the restless cat's paw on the placket, pinched the meat pad, and bowed down again: "I can't talk about the good intentions, it's just a little bit of personnel." Yu is still on official business, and he is rude. ”

"Mr. Yu walks slowly, don't send it."

……

Strange bazaars, humanoid bloodthirsty creatures, strange acquaintances, and cats who can talk to people...... What's next? Mei Chinese New Year's Eve sat on a seven-screen fence with her knees crossed, wrapped in a blanket, seemingly calm, but in fact full of sadness and uneasiness.

The wound on his leg had been treated, and an old man with horns on his head was brought in by a servant, who cleaned the four bloody tooth holes with a potion, bandaged them with herbs, and left the room in silence. Only he and the head of the congregation sitting on the edge of the couch were left in the same room.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve secretly glanced at him, but the other party was wearing a mask, and he really couldn't speculate from his expression.

Sensing the scrutiny from the humans, the head of the meeting lowered his tone as much as he could, and asked, "How did you get into the sheep market?" ”

Unless it is a conscious soul wandering of the alchemist, a soul like this kind of confused stare at an unexpected out-of-body soul can generally only hover above his own body, let alone cross the boundary and enter the sheep market.

However, even if he deliberately lowered his tone, this sentence fell on the ears of the weak human, and it could only be a question from the fierce demon. Judging from the conversation between Yu Xianzhen and them, Mei can vaguely feel on Chinese New Year's Eve that the territorial meaning of these "people" is very strong; And the territory of the sheep market belongs to the man in front of him, so the human being honestly explained: "I heard someone call me, and after answering, I was in ...... It's in the sheep market. I didn't mean to ...... "I didn't mean to run to your turf."

But before he finished speaking, his shoulders were clamped by the head of the meeting: "Who shouted you." ”

Sure enough, it wasn't an accident, someone planned it.

"I can't remember, I can't remember......," he tried to remember, but the question of who called him was only a mess of paste stirring over and over again in his mind. The hand on his shoulder slowly tightened, pinching him so much that he almost cried out in pain, but he didn't dare to shout - obviously, the head of the council was in a very bad mood right now, and for the sake of his life, he didn't dare to rashly provoke the other party.

Not only is it very bad, there are countless "what ifs" lingering in his mind, and fear is like a thorn in his heart - only by holding Mei Chinese New Year's Eve tightly in his hand, the big demon can clearly feel that this living soul in front of him is indeed still completely alive in this world. If this living soul, this human being, really died in the sheep market...... The tide of anger flooded him, but for Shangmei's Chinese New Year's Eve's eyes that were a little desperate, this anger had to be put aside for the time being.

He couldn't scare him anymore.

The head of the meeting slowed down his strength, gently took the person into his arms, and touched his injured calf with one hand: "Does the leg still hurt?" ”

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve nodded subconsciously and shook her head again, her hands and feet were tense and stiff, but she did not dare to push the other party away, and could only lean obediently on the shoulders of the head of the meeting. Why hugging all of a sudden? Wouldn't it be easier to deal with pickles on a chopping board like yourself, and cut them directly with a kitchen knife, and do you need a hospice care first?

"This is not where the living should be." The head of the meeting spread out his palm, and a pale cyan peace buckle suddenly appeared in his hand, and the warm jade was woven into a loop by red silk threads, which was the one that Mei had just ripped off on Chinese New Year's Eve. Mr. "Kitchen Knife" put his hands around the back of his neck, hung the safety buckle back on the white and tender neck, and inadvertently brushed his carotid artery with his fingertips, causing the already stiff body to tremble.

It was a shiver in the blood, a pure fear of pain and death, the first reaction of herbivores to carnivores, without the slightest hint of charm.

The big demon sighed secretly, it still scared him in the end.

He couldn't help but want to take advantage of this fear and hold this man firmly in the palm of his hand; It's better to just lock up in this room, pampered with fine clothes and food, only you can see and touch, and only you can enjoy this intoxicating sweetness.

But he couldn't.

"It's just a dream, you're just a dream." The head of the meeting put the soul in the crook of his arm and whispered in the soul's ear. Mei's Chinese New Year's Eve's panic gradually subsided in the cello-like voice, and he closed his eyes in distraction, his head tilted weakly to one side. The head of the meeting firmly hugged the young man who was suddenly unconscious, adjusted a more comfortable position for him, and ended this unexpected reunion against his will:

- "When you wake up from a dream, you don't remember anything. ”