Late yesterday night the Black Octopus Tavern secret box.

The house was filled with smoke, smoke rising from the pipes, and the ghost hands were waiting silently.

In the silence, someone pushed the door open. The visitor took off his cloak, revealing a robe from the East. He looked very old, and his hair was a mottled gray between black and white. It moves silently, like a ghost that has died.

"Lost again?"

Mr. Chang sat across from him: "To be honest, I'm disappointed with your work attitude. ”

"No way, this is Avalon City, and you always have to have some scruples about doing things. Ghost Hand shook his head, restraining his anger.

Mr. Chang's expression was indifferent: "Mr. Ghost Hand, before Yunlou was usurped by that thief, if we wanted to find someone, he would be sent to us." If I want his head, I will send his head, and if we want his hand, he will send him. The slightest sluggishness will gouge out the eyes, and if someone dares to harbor, he and his family will pay for the mistakes. ”

"But this is Avalon, and it's not what it used to be, and it took me a lot of effort just to hide your group!"

Ghost Hand frowned, "Mr. Shaman doesn't want to make too much of a mess. You don't want the royal attention either, do you?"

"It's almost four days. ”

Mr. Chang said faintly: "Mr. Ghost Hand, we can't wait too long. ”

"Mr. Chang, I said it, I need time. ”

"I've already given it to you. Isn't it?"

Mr. Chang got up and dissipated like a ghost under the white smoke of the lamp.

In the silence, the ghost hand leaned back in his chair, smoking his pipe, washing and washing, and the sepiolite pipe shattered between his teeth.

"Because of these two Oriental children, the city of Avalon is going to be chaotic. ”

He spat out the scraps in his mouth and crumpled his pipe into pieces in the palm of his hand.

"—And the damn dog. ”

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"Let's go, go back. ”

In the carriage outside the tavern, Chang Lao, who had never moved, opened his eyes silently.

The carriage drove silently, and the attendant, who had just received the news, presented bamboo slips written in secret script.

Chang Lao stretched out his fingers and swept them upward, his brow furrowing. With the flicking of the fingers, it gradually withers and breaks, turning into dust.

"You mean, the shaman is still looking for another Oriental child?" he asked.

"Yes, also with white hair and a dog. The kid was seen with the fugitive we were looking for. It is not known who wanted him. The shaman still values him more than our fugitives. ”

Chang Lao frowned: "What is the shaman looking for?"

"It seems to be about the box or something, whether it is dead or alive, as long as the box. I can't ask about any more things. ”

"In the kingdom of the Yiren, the rules are really chaotic. ”

Chang Lao snorted coldly: "This group of Yi people all have a small calculation in their hearts, although the shaman has a reputation, but after all, it is not my race, and it cannot be relied on." ”

The attendant asked, "What does my father-in-law mean, let's find something else?"

"Anyway, there are a lot of people in Avalon who can help us find them. ”

Chang Lao pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Is there any movement of the group of usurpers who are now in control of the Cloud Tower?"

"They have presented their credentials, and they are about to enter the city. ”

"Hmph, Yunlou Qingshu, that wolf ambition, not only usurped Yunlou City, but also wanted to unite the Yi people and try to stand on his own, he was simply without a king and a father!

Chang Lao snorted coldly, "Pass the order, don't let down the prince's dependence, and bring that little girl back!

"Yes, father-in-law!"

The entourage hesitated for a moment, and his face was confused: "It's just that the little one has something unknown." ”

"Huh?"

"Just for a little girl with the blood of the dragon vein, why does my father-in-law work hard to drive the golden body?"

Chang Lao was silent.

After a long time, his palm was raised, put down again, and finally sighed softly: "You have been with me for so many years, today I will teach you a truth that always accompanies you." ”

He glanced at his subordinates who had just walked on the death line, and his eyes carried the gloomy and damp smell of rotten wood: "--Follow the rules, don't cross the thunder pool, and live for a long time."

The more you want to know, the faster you'll die. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Clear, understood. "The subordinates sweated like rain.

"Then go ahead. ”

Chang Gonggong closed his eyes and closed his eyes to recuperate: "Remember, you have to bring back all your tails, and not a single hair is allowed to fall off." ”

"Subordinates, understood. ”

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Since that day, Bai Xi has never spoken to Ye Qingxuan again.

Although she is indeed a little honest, more often than not, she is afraid that she just doesn't want to pay attention to others. After finishing work every day, I sit quietly in the corner.

When she was silent, she looked at the dust in front of her, but her eyes seemed to have penetrated the dust and landed somewhere else.

Only Lao Fei can 'talk' to her, but Lao Fei can't speak when she comes, and she won't say anything to a dog when she comes. It's just that sometimes when Lao Fei falls asleep next to her, she will reach out and touch Lao Fei's long hair, carefully and seriously.

Lao Fei is really a dog that everyone loves, although he is ugly, he is much more popular than Ye Qingxuan.

No way, that's the trouble in this world, it takes countless reasons to hate someone, but you don't need any excuses to like a dog.

And, for the most part, dogs are much better than people: as long as you treat them well, they won't harm you.

It's just that Ye Qingxuan feels that it is not a way to go on like this...... And Lao Fei is my dog! Why do you touch it, I want to touch it while it's happy!

After writing the last '0' on the ledger, he raised his head and sighed helplessly.

Beside him, Seton remained silent. The monster-like uncle had been sitting cross-legged behind the counter, stumbling over and over that fairy tale.

Hearing his sigh, Seton raised his head and suddenly said, "The boss sent a letter from out of town yesterday asking about you. ”

"He knows me?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"He's a psychopath, but he's always been well-informed. Seton said in a non-disappointing tone: "He wishes you all the best in your entrance exams, and said he will bring you a gift back." ”

"Really?"

"It's better to expect too much, that guy's personality and gifts are so bad that people think. ”

Seton's ground turned dark: "The gift he brought me last time he went out was a huge donkey's head mask, which can be put on the head, and there is a bloody ...... on it" He paused, his expression even more ugly: "I hate donkeys. ”

"Is it really okay if the relationship between the boss and the employee is so bad?"

"If that guy can die in the gutter, it's a good thing for the whole world. ”

When Seton had finished speaking, he closed the book angrily, took a handful of money from the drawer, and went out for a drink. He doesn't even close the cash drawer, which is really in line with his simple character.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the golden light refracted from the crack in the cabinet, swallowed his saliva, and then closed his eyes and closed it tightly.

There's a lot of money......

"Hmph. There was a sneer from the corner. But when Ye Qingxuan looked up, Bai Xi was still silent.

He sighed.

Bai Xi squatted in the corner behind the window, on the chair occupied by her, with the counter as the boundary, clearly separated from Ye Qingxuan. Everyone seems to have made an agreement on a regular basis, and no one pays attention to it.

The blazing afternoon sun came in, blocked by the huge table clock, and hid her in a dark corner. The occasional flying shiny dust fell on her hand, reflecting her silent eyes, which made people feel pitiful.

Ye Qingxuan's hand touched the crystal ball, then sighed and lowered his head again:

You pity her, who will pity you?

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It's been four days, and if you count the nights, it's four days and five nights.

Three runes, all the standard syllables are memorized in the chest early in the morning, and the melons are ripe, but they can't be pronounced. Hardly less than 100,000 exercises...... Not once did it resonate with the ether!

Even Ye Qingxuan began to despair:

――Are you cursed by the Aether?

Even other people with bad qualifications, after 100,000 exercises, can at least increase the success rate by one percent, right?

And Ye Qingxuan is still zero, a desperate zero. No matter how many times you change the rune practice, it is still zero.

It's very simple to go from 1 to 2, just do the addition and work hard, but what to do from 0 to 1? Ye Qingxuan didn't know.

No matter how hard you try, what doesn't exist still doesn't exist. Thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground, but where is your own land?

He stared silently at the aether ball in his hand, helpless, and his heart gradually became depressed.

In the silent shop, there is only the rhythm of countless ticks overlapping, monotonous and persistent, constantly jumping from one second to the next, and then ringing again.

In the afternoon sun, he couldn't help but yawn, feeling completely sleepy. When you rub the string ring on your fingertips, you ask yourself if all this is meaningful.

The ring, made of coiled silver strings, silently refracts the sunlight and shimmers.

"Musician. ”

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and felt the wind blowing in the distance.

But soon, he reacted, this is in the store.

When the door is closed, where does the wind come from?

I don't know when it started.

Everything was silent.

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He opened his eyes and saw the counter in front of him silently turning to dust in the wind.

After thousands of years in an instant, the windows were shattered, and the glass was shattered into powder by the ravages of time. The wooden furniture was decaying rapidly, cracks spreading and cracking in the walls, allowing the hot, lonely sunlight to fall through the cracks and shine on his face.

He wanted to jump up in fear, but he felt his body pressed against the chair and couldn't move.

The familiar world seemed to be flying away from him, and all familiar people and voices could no longer be heard. Old Fei is gone, Seton is gone, and Bai Xi is gone.

In this lonely house, only the lonely self remains.

He sat in his chair and watched as everything decayed and decayed rapidly, weeds growing through cracks in the floor, vines climbing the walls. The traffic outside gradually faded away, and the streetscape became dilapidated and lonely.

The whole world was silent, and Ye Qingxuan could only hear the 'ticking sound' surrounding his ears.

In the sky, the blue moon of bad omen hangs high!