"Is there something wrong with the Dao Chief?" Hou Feibai often saw this Taoist set up a stall here, and never saw the security guards of the shopping mall evict him.

"The old Taoist temple is full of red light, and there must be something good happening in the near future." The old Taoist bowed and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Chief."

Hou Feibai had no intention of entanglement with it, nodded in greeting, raised his legs and left.

"However, in the red light of the layman, there is a trace of green energy, I'm afraid that I have encountered something difficult to solve, right?" The old Taoist said loudly behind him, "Let the old Taoist guess, it has something to do with dreams?" ”

Hou Feibai's newly raised foot fell again.

"I slept well." Hou Feibai smiled frankly, just like Li Luo said, he did sleep well.

"Sleeping well and not dreaming are two different things." Seeing that Hou Feibai had stopped, the old Taoist smiled and stroked the white short beard and said, "The layman should always have the same dream recently, right?" Still have something strange in your dreams? ”

"Dao Chief, what do you mean?" Hou Feibai's eyes narrowed slightly, he had the same dream, he only told Li Luo that he believed in Li Luo's ethics as a well-known psychological counselor.

"Hehe~ The old man has no malice." The old Taoist shook his hand with a smile, and Hou Feibai unexpectedly found that the other party's palm was actually red in white, full of blood, and he didn't look like an old man at all.

The old Taoist looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees and said: "The world is full of variety, negative yin and embrace yang, and the impulse is peaceful." The mysteries of this world are far from being understandable by the world. ”

As he spoke, the old Taoist took off his backpack, took out a book from it, handed it to Hou Feibai, and said, "I have a book here, I hope it will help lay people solve their dreams." ”

Hou Feibai didn't reach out to pick it up, and said with a smile: "As long as ten yuan, it will depend on me to maintain world peace in the future, right?" ”

"Eh~ this, the layman must have misunderstood the old way." The old Taoist didn't feel embarrassed at all, "This book is borrowed from the layman and needs to be returned." Farewell. ”

The old Taoist bent down, carefully placed the book on the ground in front of Hou Feibai, and turned to leave.

In line with the good habit of not littering, Hou Feibai took the book in his hand suspiciously.

The book's binding is in period costume, but the paper is new, and the brown cover has five large characters: Miscellaneous Notes on the Painting Demon Master.

I flipped through it casually, and the content of the book was quite serious, all of which were stories about monsters, nothing unbearable, and no sensitive information.

Hou Feibai put the book away with confidence.

Suocheng Street is not far from Yuecheng Shopping Center, and Hou Feibai often goes after class, and it is only a few minutes' walk.

"Brother Hou is here, is it still the same?"

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Xiang, a waiter at the Guanzhong Noodle Restaurant, greeted him.

Hou Feibai nodded.

At this time, the small speaker placed at the front desk suddenly sounded: "You have a new takeout order, please pay attention to check." ”

"Business is good." Hou Feibai said with a smile.

"So, Brother Hou, you have to come often, as soon as you come, I will receive a big order." Yang Xiang glanced at his phone, smiled, and said, "It is estimated that the guys in the antique shop are really hungry, and they actually ordered ten servings of knife-cut noodles." It's just with Brother Hou and your noodles in the pot. ”

Hou Feibai asked casually: "Is there an antique shop near here?" ”

"It's not a thing, turn right at the door, the third door is there, the night antique shop, such an obvious signboard, Brother Hou, didn't you notice?" Yang Xiang asked in surprise.

Hou Feibai showed a strange look on his face, and asked suspiciously, "So close, they still order takeout?" ”

"Hey, either you're too lazy to do it, or you're just busy." Yang Xiang replied disappreciatively, "They are all old customers." ”

Saying that, Yang Xiang directly refused the other party's takeout order.

"Why are you ......" Hou Feibai was surprised.

"I'll get it myself in a moment." Yang Xiang smiled and said, "Save them some delivery fees." ”

Hou Feibai smiled and nodded.

The knife-cut noodles of the Guanzhong noodle restaurant are a must in Sojo Street.

The toppings of the meat fried sauce are topped with shredded cucumbers, mung bean sprouts, sprinkled with minced green garlic, chili flakes, and drizzled with aged vinegar.

Every time Hou Feibai came, he would eat a big bowl, and the taste was simply amazing.

"Hey, that's weird." When checking out, Yang Xiang muttered, "Why don't the people in the antique shop come to pick up the noodles, and they will be lumped (tuó) after a while." ”

Hou Feibai glanced around, the small store was full of diners, and he smiled and joked: "If you are not afraid that I will abscond with me, I can help you send it over." ”

"Then I'll thank Brother Hou in advance, it's the biggest disrespect to put it here." Yang Xiang is also a straightforward girl, and handed the packaged noodles to Hou Feibai, "Go out and turn right at the third house, you can just put it at the front desk." ”

"Okay, I'll collect the money yourself when you're free."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Hou, I'll invite you next time."

Hou Feibai turned right out of the noodle shop, and soon saw a big signboard as black as the bottom of a pot, with five big gold characters written on it: "Night Antique Shop".

Carrying a food box into the antique shop.

It was quiet inside, except for the rows of shelves with goods, and there was no one to be seen.

"Anyone? Here comes the face you wanted. ”

Hou Feibai stood in the hall and shouted loudly.

"Is it Yang Bian's big brother? Why are you here in person today? A voice came from the backyard angrily, obviously mistaking Hou Feibai for someone named Yang Bian, only to hear him continue, "They are all busy underground, I will have diarrhea, please send it down to Brother Yang." ”

Ground floor? Hou Feibai was very surprised, he didn't know that there was still underground space in a place like Suocheng Street.

"Oh, good lat."

Hou Feibai walked around the hall, and then entered the backyard, a row of five-bay rooms, and the courtyard in front of the room was hundreds of square meters.

The backyard was actually bigger than the front hall, and Hou Feibai was secretly surprised by the generosity of the owner of the antique shop.

Eventually, Hou Feibai found a staircase passage to the ground in a corner southwest of the backyard.

"This should be it." Hou Feibai looked at the not-so-bright staircase, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, as if he had a natural resistance to this place.

No matter what, what moths can come out of the daylight can't be done, and I'll leave quickly after delivering the noodles.

Hou Feibai gritted his teeth and walked down.

The passage was quiet, and after two turns, there was a sudden sound of shouting and wheezing, and it sounded like someone was fighting.

Turning the third corner, Hou Feibai's eyes suddenly brightened.

However, the world in front of him made him dumbfounded.

Where is this underground, it is clearly a canyon!

On the top of the canyon, there is a heavenly light pouring in, and the bottom is full of all kinds of flowers, most of which are varieties that Hou Feibai has never seen.

Among the flowers, there are bees and butterflies.

In the distance, there are clear springs and waterfalls, pine mountains and mountains, if there are a few more peasants wearing hats and wearing robes, it is completely a beautiful pastoral scenery.

Hou Feibai looked back at the stairs behind him, and then looked at the canyon in front of him, from the night antique shop on Suocheng Street, the next staircase is such a paradise?

Isn't that weird?

"Rush rush! Kill them all! ”

Constantly roaring, accompanied by a crisp sound of trees breaking, a huge scorpion appeared in Hou Feibai's field of vision, waving a huge scorpion pincer, rushing towards Hou Feibai, eight legs like eight excavators at the same time, shoveling pieces of land away.

From a distance, it looks like a moving sandstorm.

With such a big scorpion? Can you still talk? Didn't you become a fine?

Another question, Hou Feibai couldn't believe his eyes and ears, pinched his thigh hard, grinning in pain, and dared to believe that he was not dreaming.

The giant scorpion came extremely fast, and before Hou Feibai could react, the giant scorpion had already jumped and landed behind Hou Feibai.

"Wow!" Hou Feibai threw the face in his hand towards the head of the giant scorpion, and ran away.

"Run left!" In Hou Feibai's head, a voice suddenly sounded.

Hou Feibai subconsciously made a sharp turn to the left.

"Woo~"

With the sound of the wind, a stone whistled away against Hou Feibai's shoulder, smashing a pit into the ground.

"Run to the right!"

"Squat!"

"Roll left!"

"Roll right!"

“……”

Under the guidance of that voice, Hou Feibai rolled around like a marionette, but he always avoided every attack launched by the giant scorpion just right.

"Forward somersault!"

Hou Feibai tried hard to cooperate, and his body had just jumped up, when he was smashed away by a giant scorpion pincer behind him, and fell obliquely into a pile of flowers.

"Roll left!"

Hou Feibai was about to roll his body without thinking about it, but he was shocked to find that his heart ached, and he was unable to move his body at all.

Want, die, do?

Hou Fei's white mind went blank.