After the pleasantries, Shuqing invited him into the house to talk, poured him water, and sat down next to him!

"Professor Li told me about you last time!" Shuqing looked at Zhang Xiaofeng with a sharp gaze. "You say he's a dying man?"

"Old Miss, do you want to ask me why I say that he is a dying man, or am I so accurate?" Zhang Xiaofeng swallowed the water in the cup in a big gulp, and said with a loud voice.

Shuqing looked at him and didn't answer, but her eyes conveyed her thoughts!

"Let's put it this way, old lady. Li Yiwen's life will not survive this summer. He deserved it, but he saved my life, so I--"

"You want to save him!" Shuqing took his words.

"Yes, I want to save him, but I can't change my fate. Damn it or dead. ”

"Why?"

"Why do I know?"

"Hahaha, old lady, if I tell you, will you believe it?"

"Tell me about it!"

"This story is very long, maybe I will tell you slowly when I have a chance in the future, and now I will make a long story short, have you heard of the eyes of the world?"

"No, what is that?" Shuqing looked at Zhang Xiaofeng curiously, always thinking that he was a circus trickster. Last time, Li Yiwen told her everything about Zhang Xiaofeng, Zhang Xiaofeng is a poor person, an orphan, and has nothing to worry about in this world. "He has a kind of magic, he knows a lot of things, like a circus juggling, suddenly conjuring up something that is not there, something beautiful or something evil. Li Yiwen said this about Zhang Xiaofeng, and he also said that he would help her in the future, it seems that they are all people who are unpredictable prophets.

"I knew—" Zhang Xiaofeng sighed. "Well, I foresaw his death. After he finished speaking, he immediately looked at Shuqing and carefully observed her reaction. Sure enough, a look of distrust appeared on her face.

"What do you mean—" Shuqing's tone was heavy with suspicion, a clear sign of distrust.

"Of course, otherwise how could I have been in the place where he died. Also, I asked him to save Pei Pei, the female doll in Wuxi. He told you, right?"

Shuqing remembered that Li Yiwen mentioned this incident that night, which contributed to the friendship between him and Zhang Xiaofeng. But she seemed to have another one in mind, so she said cautiously:

"He mentioned a gentleman named Jerry. ”

"Hahaha, Jerry is my friend, old lady, it's a mouse. Zhang Xiaofeng leaned back in the cool chair and grinned.

"Oh, he didn't—" Shuqing's eyes were about to fall out in surprise, but she was always skeptical.

"Do you know why I came to you?" Zhang Xiaofeng said with a grin.

Shuqing looked at him, waiting for his answer, although Zhang Xiaofeng looked very happy, she knew that it must not be a good thing. "Actually, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to hear you say, you're doom," she thought, but didn't say it.

"Because I saw you dead yesterday!" Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously. "You're dead! you know, old lady, right this summer! Dead this summer. Do you smell carrion?

Shuqing was taken aback by Zhang Xiaofeng's suddenly unusually serious face, she fell backwards unnaturally, if it wasn't for the back of the chair, she would definitely fall on her back.

"You don't, don't talk nonsense. A chilling sensation rose up her spine. Her intellect told her that it was completely untrue, how could anyone in this world see the death of another person, no, she didn't believe in the supernatural, she didn't believe in it.

"I saw a clown-like white face, huge eyes, sharp teeth, a figure emerging from the shadows, long white hands reaching out—reaching to—"

He suddenly covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"Beware, old lady, this summer, beware, the devil is coming. ”