Sure enough, there is a problem, and this problem is obviously not allowed to be touched by the other party, Ding Candle raised his eyebrows quietly, struggled to pull down the middle-aged man's hand and said: "Uncle, I am studying outside, I don't believe this, you let me go to Jianmei, I want to take her home!" ”

"Oops, oops! Ancestor, don't make trouble! After a while, other people heard it, and they all came down from the mountain! ”

"I'm going to find Jianmei! I'm going to find Jianmei! This is a breakthrough that Ding Candle finally grasped, how could he let it go so easily, so he struggled even harder, and this acting was also a little real.

"Jianhong, Jianhong! You heard my uncle say, let's get off the street first, okay! The middle-aged man and Ding Candle were pulling, I didn't know what to see, his face suddenly became very ugly, he didn't continue to talk to Ding Candle, he just pulled her arm and dragged it in one direction.

"You let go of me! Let me go! I'm going to find Jianmei! Ding Zhu also saw the changes in the middle-aged man, but she pretended not to see it, and continued to pretend to be struggling, but she used a lot less strength, just like the strength that a girl of this age should have, and soon, she was dragged away by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to have seen a ghost, he pulled Ding Candle and walked so fast that he didn't even dare to turn his head, Ding Candle was not him, she turned her head to look at the other side of the street in her spare time from acting.

However, just by looking at it, she felt a wet chill rise from behind her spine.

It was a man.

This man was wearing a robe and horse coat from the Ming and Qing dynasties, standing at the end of the street with his back to her, and for a while, there was a large pool of water stains under his feet, because the distance was relatively far, Ding Candle couldn't see what details the other party's body was, but when Ding Candle looked at the man, he suddenly turned his head.

Obviously, it was so far away, and it was clear that he couldn't see anything clearly, but he didn't know why Ding Zhu seemed to see a smiling face on that man's face.

For no reason, Ding Zhu felt the cold through her bones, she quickly turned her head and ran with the middle-aged man, but after running a few steps, she dared to turn back.

The other party is an unclean thing, according to the general supernatural or the setting in film and television dramas, when Ding Candle looks back at these things, they will basically move quickly, and within a few moments, they will rush to Ding Candle for psychological intimidation.

Therefore, before turning around, Ding Candle had done a very strict mental construction, but in fact, it was not like Ding Candle thought so, when she turned around, the man was still standing there, still motionless, and even still with his back to her, as if the scene she saw the man turn around and smile just now was her illusion.

His heart moved, and when he was dragged around the street corner by a middle-aged man, Ding Zhu suddenly asked: "Uncle, there was a man standing on the street just now, did you see it, is he wearing a costume?" ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be burned by something suddenly, and suddenly shook off the hand holding Ding Candle, his face became more male and female, and after subconsciously taking two steps back, he said with difficulty: "You see?" ”

"You said the man?"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but nodded.

"Yes, I saw it, and he was standing there all the time, with water under his feet......"

"Don't talk about it." The middle-aged man's face showed more and more frightened expressions, he looked Ding Zhu up and down, and suddenly asked, "Aren't you Jianhong?" You're not Jianhong! You are Jianmei! ”

Ding Zhu didn't know where he was exposed, and he didn't think it was from his appearance, after all, if it was really an appearance relationship, this man shouldn't have just seen it but now he could see it, but it must be something else.

However, since the other party had seen through her identity, Ding Zhu didn't bother to continue pretending, the corners of her eyes curved, revealing an expression that could be called a smile, and then she pulled down the woolen scarf around her face, and asked with some curiosity: "Uncle, how did you guess that it was mine?" After all, I'm very similar to Jianhong. ”

The blood on the middle-aged man's face faded all of a sudden, he didn't seem to be able to accept such an ending at all, he looked at his hand that had pulled Ding Candle, and quickly wiped it vigorously on his body, and then turned around and wanted to run away without saying anything.

How could Ding Candle let this middle-aged man escape, what she is most good at is speed, she stepped forward in three steps and two steps, grabbed the other party's collar, and said with a smile: "Uncle, what are you running!" ”

The color on the man's face is no longer a blank piece of paper, it has become more and more gray, especially after being lifted by Ding Candle and grabbed the collar, the expression on his face can almost be described as wonderful.

His voice trembled like chaff, and if it wasn't for careful identification, he couldn't hear what he was talking about: "Jianmei, Jianmei, you and I go, don't stop me, I know that this matter can't stop you, but things have come to this point, there is no need to change, you see, even he has come, you can't escape, you let me go." ”

Squinting his eyes, Ding Zhu carefully tasted the man's words before snorting coldly: "So what, there are no rules in the world, you send me to death, I can't catch someone as a backrest." ”

"Jianmei, don't be like this, don't be like this." The middle-aged man kept struggling, but when it came to real strength, where was Ding Candle's opponent, and he was dragged directly into an alley behind the main street by Ding Candle.

"I'm going home, you lead the way." Ding Zhu said coldly to the middle-aged man who was already paralyzed on the ground, and the cold palate blade in his hand was also talking to her.

"Jianmei ......"

"Less nonsense, since they are all going to die, how do you care how to die?" Ding Candle pulled the corners of his mouth, it was a consolation for a middle-aged man, obviously, this consolation did not achieve any desired effect, but it was the shock of the palate blade in her hand that was more powerful, he stood up with shaking hands and feet, and began to walk towards Jianhong Jianmei's house with Ding Candle.

While walking, the middle-aged man was still trying to persuade Ding Candle to let go of himself, but he was so scared that he was going to die, just a few words, Ding Candle listened impatiently, just looked around and observed the surrounding situation.

When he was searching this town just now, Ding Candle focused all his attention on what could and couldn't be used in the town, and he didn't notice the rest of the town at all.

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