"Okay, that's all for today, get ready, let's have a meal first."

At dinnertime, Yang silently took the initiative to speak and stopped today's practice.

Zhuang Kite's soul is not strong, and now it really needs to rest.

Jiang Sheng wagged his tail and lay prone on the windowsill.

It was tugging at its phone with its paw pads, while intently scrolling through the latest city news.

The uneasiness in my heart made it a little uncomfortable.

Now, this is the only way to soothe and relieve yourself.

"Well, let me see, I should have bought some eggs today."

Out of the principle of not eating at Zhuang Yuan's house, Yang Momo will bring his own ingredients every time he comes.

Now he is squatting by the basket, thinking about what to eat in the evening.

And Zhuang Kite took this opportunity to carefully go around Jiang Sheng's back and reached out to stroke the black cat's hair.

Since Yang Momo came, Jiang Sheng's majesty has been getting worse day by day.

The current Zhuang Kite is not only not afraid of it, but also always wants to take advantage of it.

This undoubtedly made Jiang Sheng very unhappy.

Touch, touch, touch, the hair I just straightened out was messed up by you again in the blink of an eye.

"Gollum Gurgle."

complained so in his heart, but unfortunately the black cat's throat was already muffled.

It turns out that as long as you are an animal, you can't avoid your body's instincts.

"Ding-dong."

It just came at this time.

The two anonymous emails were sent to Jiang Sheng and Yang Momo's online mailboxes together.

The black cat subconsciously opened the file.

Then I saw a strange post.

The content of the article is roughly as follows.

Title: The old man in the shroud on Tong'an Street.

Have you ever been to Tong'an Street?

To the east of the old temple on Xiahe Street and to the west of the canteen on Nanmen Street, there is a particularly secluded path.

The road is not long, and it is not easy to find.

But there, there are several shops that do white things.

There are those who sell paper money, those who make coffins, and those who cut life clothes.

The yin qi is very heavy.

Walking around in broad daylight is enough to send chills down your spine.

As for the story of the old man in shroud.

Speaking in detail, it seems that it was spread in this alley.

It is rumored that people have three fires.

One of them is on the top of the head, the second and third are on the left and right, standing side by side, which is to guard the yang energy of people.

Whatever evil does not extinguish the three fires, it is difficult to harm human life.

However, if the three fires are extinguished, all kinds of disasters will invade.

Therefore, Tong'an Street has always had three non-entrances.

It is because the wind does not enter, the rain does not enter, and the cloak and hat do not enter.

To put it more bluntly, it means that you can't enter Tong'an Street on windy days, and you can't enter Tong'an Street on heavy rainy days.

People with rain gear and wide hats on their heads are not allowed to enter Tong'an Street.

Because the wind blows to extinguish the fire, and the rain extinguishes the fire.

The umbrella-brimmed hat will also keep the fire down.

So that the ghosts hidden in the shadows are looking for opportunities to harm people.

Tong'an Street is unclean, as the elderly who live there often say.

Because it is not clean, it cannot afford to build a residential building.

Because it is not clean, the shops are not open on rainy days.

Because it's not clean, no one chooses to walk that street when they don't get in.

….

Otherwise.

You're likely to hear the sound of burning paper on a narrow street.

At this time, run if you can, and don't look back.

Because the one who burned the paper there was eighty percent of an old man wearing a shroud.

He will blow a breath of turbid air into your face when you turn around.

And so your greatest fire will be extinguished.

And you won't be able to run.

……

What the heck?

Looking at the ghost story in front of him, which seemed to be pieced together by a third-rate writer, Jiang Sheng's face was somewhat delicate.

Is it already popular to use this form of email advertising now?

Wouldn't it be a little too far ahead?

Suddenly, Jiang Sheng's eyes stayed on a hot comment under the article.

"Hey, the landlord of this post seems to be the guy who posted the human-faced dog before."

"No, I heard that the person who wrote that article has already deleted all of his accounts."

"But you see, their IDs and addresses (screenshots) are all the same."

"Hey, can I get my deleted account back?"

"The landlord's pen power has decreased, and the sense of substitution and realism of this story has weakened a lot."

"But the number of reprints is frighteningly high."

"Brush it."

"It's kind of weird."

"It's true that deleted accounts can be brought back to life, is it the website that is doing something?"

……

"Yang Momo!"

The black cat, lying by the window, stood up suddenly.

Then in a very serious voice, he called out to some girl who had thought she was still rummaging through the ingredients.

"I see it."

However, Yang Momo has actually taken out his mobile phone and is looking at the various comments under the post at the moment.

"This shrouded old man is probably from the same person, or even the same person, as the human-faced dog we met last time. What are they going to do, to cause panic, but what's the point?"

As she muttered to herself, the girl's brows furrowed slowly.

The scar on the bridge of his nose is slightly slanted, and his delicate face is a little more ferocious.

(Well, it would be better if the scar wasn't cat-scratched.) ）

"The other party is obviously deliberately creating urban legends, what are you going to do?"

Cocking its tail high, the black cat stared at Yang Momo's side face.

And the you're talking about are naturally the psionic management office behind the girl.

"I'll go back to the department now to report the situation, and if nothing happens, I should be able to transfer a group of people to investigate this incident. As for you, stay here for now, remember, and protect my students."

Yang said silently and glanced up at Zhuang Kite.

At the same time, he put the phone back in the pocket of his jacket.

"I see."

Jiang Sheng nodded, which can be regarded as approving the girl's plan.

Who knows at this time.

Zhuang Kite suddenly opened his mouth.

"Ahh

I saw this mute woman, first gesturing in the air with her hands, and then picking up the notebook on the table, and even writing a little nervously.

"I'd like to go over and have a look, okay?"

"Where's the Spiritual Authority?"

Yang Momo obviously didn't react immediately.

But then, she was stunned for a moment, and then fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

It is undeniable that it is possible to participate in some formal actions.

It may be of great help to the growth of students.

And judging from the combat power of the human-faced dog, the strength of the old man in shroud probably will not get out of control.

However, she was not sure if Zhuang Kite was ready to face the supernatural.

After all, it was a very different world from "reality".

There's so much absurdity and weirdness out there.

"Let her pass."

Until Jiang Sheng, who was standing aside, also spoke.

"I'll take a good look at her."

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