In this way, the two of us swept more than a dozen halls in the morning.

When I got to the last one, it was an old man who opened the door, looking at me kindly.

"Who are you looking for?"

I looked down and saw a little boy with a watermelon hair, staggering and clutching the old man's hand.

I looked stunned, then hid the axe behind my waist, and laughed dryly.

"Ah, wrong."

After speaking, I dragged Ji Canghai and turned around to go downstairs.

When I got downstairs, I threw the axe into the bin: "Let's go, go back."

"And what about this one just now?"

I let out a long breath, "One old and one young, don't be frightened, so be it."

I checked carefully, and there were 17 halls in total, and only one survived.

When I arrived at the teahouse, it was still lively, and people drinking tea and chatting abounded.

Uncle Ya sat in the hall with a smile on his face, watching the people in the audience come and go with a smile.

I stepped forward in a few steps and whispered, "Uncle, this teahouse ......."

"This business can't be stopped." Uncle Tooth sat up a little straighter, "It's not about making money."

"These old neighbors are used to it, and if I close the door, they won't be used to it."

In Uncle Ya's heart, these old friendships are what he values the most.

But this is not the same as it used to be.

I hesitated, but I still told the truth.

"I smashed the entrance of the old fairy of the gray family."

"Smashed a lot."

Uncle Ya just nodded slightly, "I know."

"Huh?"

He patted me on the shoulder and pulled out a chair from behind me, "Sit down and speak slowly."

"Where are you beneath your feet?"

Uncle Ya suddenly said something and asked me in a daze: "Teahouse."

"For tea drinkers, it's a teahouse, for me, it's a workplace, and for you......

He poked his fan against the tabletop, "To you, this place is an intelligence station."

"As long as I sit here, I can see everything outside."

That's true.

Whether it's drinking tea, playing chess, or sitting at the door basking in the sun, it's an old acquaintance of Uncle Ya.

What happened in this county town of Monan, everyone can talk to each other.

"It's a special time, ...... you?"

Uncle Ya waved his hand unhurriedly: "The more turbulent it is, the more you must be deaf and clear, this teahouse is your ears."

"Don't panic, I'm still here."

In this old man's dictionary, there doesn't seem to be the word anxious.

He now knows what the situation is, but he can still sit firmly in the Diaoyutai.

Perhaps, what is his preparation?

This afternoon, I didn't dare to run around, and stood behind Uncle Ya like a door god.

With so many people gathered here, in case the old immortal of the gray family does something, I'm afraid something big will happen.

However, the day passed simply uneventful, and there was nothing unusual at all.

With the character of the gray family, it will definitely be repaid and will not give us too long.

Seeing the sun in the west, my heart became more and more bottomless.

This apprehension does not end until the closing of the house in the evening.

Everyone knew each other, but no one said it explicitly, and after eating, everyone went back to their rooms.

Even Xiaobai stopped chattering and obediently turned off the lights.

The golden cat has not yet woken up, which makes me even more worried.

Before I went to bed, I put a red thread around it, and a bell hung on it.

After doing all this, I went to bed nervously.

The next morning, half-asleep, I only felt that the sun was a little harsh and there was a bit of noise around me.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and it was not the ceiling that came into my eyes, but the blue sky and white clouds.

A breeze blew, and I was thrilled a few times.

When I looked around, the walls around the teahouse were gone, and only a few wooden beams remained in the entire building.

When we look up, we can see the blue sky, and when we look down, we can see the first floor, and even the cement slab under our feet has disappeared.

A bed trembled like a tightrope on a wooden beam, and with a slight shaking, I could immediately fall to the second floor.

People say that there are four walls in the house, but we don't even have a wall now!

Now it can really be said that there is no wind tile on the head and no cone on the ground.

I looked down again, and my clothes were in tatters, my vest was rotten into rags, and even my pants had not survived.

The holes in the clothes have obvious gnawing marks, and there is no need to think about it, it must have been done by this group of rats!