Chapter 19 Tears Why does the second male lead hum so tenderly? …

Inside the charity hall.

In the distance, a group of children were peeking through the door. As soon as Yin Zhiyi walked over, they immediately scattered like a flock of birds and beasts.

There was only a thin and dark little boy who was knocked down by a rock and had no time to catch up with the main group. He swallowed his saliva, looked up at Yin Zhiyi timidly.

Yin Zhiyi picked up the little boy on the ground and brushed off the dust behind him.

"Why are you running? You fell down."

She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, took out her purse and emptied it, then handed over the thing in her hand with a smile.

"Sister will ask you a few questions, and then I'll give them all to you." Yin Zhiyi held a handful of sweet fruit candies in her hand, and the little boy's eyes were instantly glued to the colorful candy wrappers.

He was stunned at first, then nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Yin Zhiyi didn't waste any words and quickly picked out a few important questions to ask. Finally, when she left, she made a pinky promise with the little boy, telling her that he was a puppy.

Of course, this is just to amuse the children.

Looking at the little boy's stunned expression as he held a few fruit candies, Yin Zhiyi couldn't help but pinch his little face.

Then he was stunned again.

Yin Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh out loud. She exhaled a breath, and the setting sun shone on her cheek, as if her face was covered with a soft filter.

Yan Shiman held the calming bell he had just taken in his hand, looking at the harmonious scene in front of him. He seemed to have suddenly discovered something interesting - this fake lady seemed to like this kind of harmless and well-behaved thing very much.

He pursed his lips and revealed a kind smile, and the puppet string wrapped around his wrist instantly disappeared into the calming bell.

"Miss, Silver Bell."

As soon as Yan Shiman approached, the little boy ran away.

At the same time, he heard Yin Zhiyi's voice again.

When Yin Zhiyi saw the silver bell, his eyes lit up: [Luckily I didn’t forget to bring it. This calming bell will be very useful tonight. 】

The Calming Bell is a magic weapon used by Heavenly Master to exorcise ghosts. It is mainly used to calm the mind. She was afraid that she would be infected by the evil spirit tonight and lose her mind like she did yesterday, so she had to take precautions.

As Yin Zhiyi thought about this, he peeled a candy and put it in his mouth. It tasted like a pear and was sweet.

Turning around, she saw Yan Shiman staring at the candy in her hand. Looking at the boy's curious eyes, Yin Zhiyi peeled another candy as if possessed.

"Want to eat?"

This time, without waiting for Yan Shiman to answer, Yin Zhiyi directly stuffed the candy in his hand into his mouth.

My fingers slid across the hot and wet lips, like a piece of warm jelly.

[Hiss, so soft.] 】

Yin Zhiyi's eyes inadvertently swept across his chest.

[Even though her breasts are so hard...]

"Cough cough." Yan Shiman didn't know whether he was overwhelmed by the fragrance of the pear entering his mouth or frightened by Yin Zhiyi's bold voice.

He coughed twice at an inopportune moment.

"Miss, bell."

Yin Zhiyi was just worrying about where to throw away the garbage, and just as he took the calming bell from Yan Shiman's hand, he stuffed the candy wrapper in his hand into his hand.

"Remember to throw it away."

It was quite smooth. After saying that, he walked outside. The sun had already set completely at this time, and it started to be windy and gloomy outside.

Yan Shiman looked at the crumpled candy wrapper in his hand. When he unfolded it, it was two identical pieces. Although there were no other markings, he could smell that the one Yin Zhiyi had just eaten also had the flavor of pear.

Just like his, the sweetness melted on the tip of the tongue, accompanied by a faint fragrance. He hadn't eaten sweets in many years, but inexplicably, he didn't dislike it, instead he found it a little novel.

His chest trembled and he chuckled for no apparent reason.

In the center of the main courtyard of the charity hall grows a willow tree with lush branches and leaves. Red ribbons hang from the branches, which look a bit strange under the moonlight.

Yin Zhiyi was not afraid of ghosts, but when the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but get goose bumps.

"Yan Shiman, look at this tree." She reached out and plucked a willow leaf, which instantly turned into ashes and disappeared in her hand.

The red ribbons hung on the tree were densely inscribed with the eight characters of birth, and at the bottom of each red ribbon there was a gold-plated lotus.

Yin Zhiyi thought of the talisman paper from before: "There are also many gold-plated lotus patterns on many items in the He Mansion."

Yan Shiman's eyes fell on the pattern, and he paused for a few seconds before saying slowly, "This place is extremely haunted."

"good."

"That kid also told me that there have been quite a few people volunteering at Wangyou Villa recently, most of them are couples hoping to have children."

"These red ribbons are hung up because of their wishes."

Yan Shiman lowered his eyes: "But the birth dates above are all extremely yin. If it is the person who made the wish, it is too coincidental. It seems to be deliberately selected."

Yin Zhiyi nodded in appreciation: [Sure enough, smart teammates are good. 】

"The paper-making factory is related to the 'Goddess's Child-Giving Talisman'. There may be some around here as well."

She asked as she took two steps forward.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"idea?"

Yan Shiman suddenly became interested after listening to her thoughts. Does she treat him as a teammate?

In that case, he looked at the familiar lotus pattern shining with golden light, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

...Then give her a ride.

I just don’t know if she can catch the gifts from her teammates.

Yan Shiman rubbed his fingers, and a black mist slowly emerged.

Yin Zhiyi was still moving forward, but suddenly his body tilted, and a black hole about one meter wide appeared on the tree trunk, sucking people in like a whirlwind.

【Grass! 】

Without even a moment to react, she subconsciously pulled herself back, trying to steady herself.

Yan Shiman saw the hand reaching out to him and dodged sideways, but he did not expect that the red rope on his wrist would notice that its owner was in danger and it seemed to have self-awareness.

It turned into a long whip and hooked Yin Zhiyi's ankle, but it was still a little too late, and both the person and the whip were dragged down together.

This seemed to be a teleportation technique. Yin Zhiyi smelled the earthy smell and the fragrance of grass on the surrounding ground.

The next second, he was thrown heavily to the ground, his heart pounding as he fell at high speed. The moment he landed, he was filled with relief at having survived the disaster.

[Huh, strange, it doesn’t hurt that much.] 】

Fortunately, it was summer, the vegetation on the ground was lush, and it had not rained for long, so the grass was soft.

Yan Shiman's back was pushed up by the bulge on the ground. He shuddered when he felt the softness on his body. The warm breath sprayed on the crook of his neck, causing a tingling sensation.

Physiological tears welled up unconsciously, and he couldn't help but groan in his throat.

Yin Zhiyi lowered her head and saw Yan Shiman with red eyes and tears in them. No wonder she felt a little distance from the ground.

History always repeats itself in a surprising way. Yin Zhiyi hurriedly looked away and climbed up using his hands and feet.

Thinking of Yan Shi's groan just now, Yin Zhiyi's brain froze a little, and he blurted out with concern: "Are you okay?"

Yin Zhiyi: “…”

【no? Why does the second male lead hum so coquettishly? 】

Yan Shiman was frustrated twice by this red peach wood rope. He was so angry that he almost laughed. His desire to burn this thing instantly reached its peak.

Yan Shiman gritted his teeth and said, "Something happened."

He pulled off the long red whip wrapped around his wrist. This time it was not wrapped as tightly as last time. Once he was out of danger, the whip returned to its red rope shape.

"It's something important." Yan Shiman lowered his eyes and stared at the red rope in his hand.

Yin Zhiyi swallowed guiltily: "The wound has split again?"