Rumbling thunder resounded in the sky.

It's midnight. The heavy rain was pouring, the lightning was thundering, there was no one on the long street, and the rain fell on the bluestone long bricks, splashing large white water splashes.

Suddenly, lightning pierced the night sky.

It was like an invisible hand tearing open the cloudy sky.

When the rolling thunder blasted through the long street again, a figure rolled down from mid-air, and the white rain curtain blocked the sky.

The figure looked as if it had fallen from a crack in the air that had been torn open by lightning just now, and rolled down to the center of the long street.

The person is lying face down, motionless.

There seemed to be the sound of wooden doors and windows pushing through the sound of the rain, followed by the cries of children.

After less than two tears, it immediately fell silent, and there was no more sound.

The long empty streets, the pouring rain, the cloudy sky, the sound of the rushing water, the continuous thunder in the clouds, and the lightning that kept wandering.

What a terrible place to land.

The man in black in the center of the long street moved his arm and got up from the ground.

While checking his body, he said softly, "I'm fine." ”

The voice was gentle, as if to soothe someone.

Her hair hung down from her hood, her eyes were shining, and she was a girl.

It appears to be a street market, with shops lining the streets and wooden plaques hanging from the shops. For example, the "Hutchison Ready-to-Wear Shop" directly opposite her, and the "Crisp Heart" diagonally opposite. ”

It was midnight, the light was dim, and with the help of the lightning that occasionally ran through the sky, she quickly surveyed her surroundings.

This place looks like green tiles and white walls, full of ancient charm.

The green bricks at her feet, the houses with crooked eaves on the street, the wooden row of doors of the shops, the exquisitely carved plaques, the hand-embroidered wine flags, etc., are very similar to the dwellings in a certain area of southern Jiangsu 70 years ago in her memory.

So, this is an antique village?

She looked up, and the rain slipped down her forehead.

Before she could figure out her surroundings, a little red fire shook from the depths of the rain curtain and quickly came this way.

The girl frowned, turned sideways, and ducked under the plaque of the opposite shop.

In just a few breaths, the red light passed through the white rain curtain and was already seven or eight meters away.

It wasn't a little red light, it was a red windbreak lamp.

In the hands of a man dressed in a cloak and with a hat.

The man is in charge of lighting, and behind him is a small red sedan chair, with a total of two sedan chair drivers, wearing the same robes as the man with a lantern in front of the sedan chair. A group of several people, their footsteps are like flying, quickly crossing the long street.

Mu Sensen looked carefully, and the toes of those people touched the ground slightly, and the whole person almost fluttered.

Just like those martial arts masters she had ever seen.

A woman's sobs came from the red sedan chair.

At the moment of staggering, the sedan curtain was lifted, revealing a young girl wearing a wedding dress and a phoenix crown.

That childish face was covered with tears, and his big eyes were full of fear.

Her lips opened and closed quickly, and she silently said two words to Mu Sensen.

"Help."

The sedan chair and the people carrying the sedan chair left in an instant, and all that was left on the empty long street was the rain and the muffled thunder rolling down in mid-air.

Mu Sensen faintly smelled a little demonic aura at the tip of his nose.

"Beware, someone's coming." A man's whispered reminder came from his ears.

"I see, don't talk, stay well."

Mu Sensen ducked behind the plaque again.

A faint cry came with the sound of the rain—

"Daughter, my poor daughter......"