Chapter 15 Paper Man City 12
Jiang Yuelu paused, "...Master Xia?"
He tilted his head slightly, and as soon as he moved, the other person grabbed his wrist.
The hand was long and slender, with strong joints, but it felt extremely cold, even the dew-soaked, moss-covered bricks and stones were not as cold as it.
"What are you doing?"
He seemed unhappy that someone could move around while being controlled by him.
With a "tsk tsk" sound, he had no patience at all. The lawless prince went straight to the point of covering his eyes roughly. Now Jiang Yuelu could neither see nor speak. The pain all over his body had not yet subsided. No matter how he looked at him, he looked like a waste.
Thinking about the fact that he had lived for more than twenty years and was forced into this state by a brat who hadn't even grown all his hair... He didn't feel humiliated in his heart, nor did his self-esteem feel hurt.
Jiang Yuelu: “…”
I even feel that this posture is more suitable for recovering my body functions, and it is perfect in every aspect.
However, others were not as comfortable as he was.
Suddenly, there was an intermittent groaning sound in the distance, which sounded very familiar. Jiang Yuelu called out half-doubtingly: "Chen Chuan?" The bellows-like shouting stopped instantly, and then it was excitedly called out: "Jiang Yuelu - you are still alive?! I...ah!"
A loud "bang" interrupted Chen Chuan's happy recognition.
Zhao Xiaoxuan's voice also rang out, and she seemed to be closer, "Don't talk anymore, we can't afford to suffer any more..."
"Where are you?"
Jiang Yuelu signaled Master Xia to let him go, and Master Xia snorted and unhappily let go. He was able to crawl towards the source of the sound in this not-too-big space, but he touched a thick wall.
"The building collapsed and we were buried in the rubble." Zhao Xiaoxuan's voice sounded weak. "Leng Jing fell deeper to protect us. We haven't heard his voice for a long time."
"Jiang Yuelu!"
Chen Chuan continued to shout desperately.
He was too far away, and only by shouting could people outside hear him, so he didn't care about the danger. "Please...can you help me rescue Xiaoxuan?"
Zhao Xiaoxuan sobbed.
Jiang Yuelu felt the wall and found a small triangular hole at the top that was smashed by a stone. She looked over it and saw a ruin with holes all over the other side. Countless pieces of wood and rubble were piled on the ground that could no longer be seen as it was once flat. There was a deep hole in the middle, and Chen Chuan's voice kept coming from it.
He felt around on the wall again and a brick came loose.
"Xiaoxuan, if you can get out, come back to our little home. My private savings are on the top of the bedroom closet, don't be reluctant to use it... We have been saving for a lifetime, you must remember to use it..." Chen Chuan breathed weakly, "And remember to think of me."
Zhao Xiaoxuan burst into tears, "I don't want to be rescued, I want to be with you!"
"Uh. Wait a minute."
Zhao Xiaoxuan yelled at this unromantic person: "Jiang Yuelu, what are you doing!"
Jiang Yuelu squatted beside the pit and touched the tip of his nose. "Uh. I think I saw you and can rescue you. But after hearing what you said, I still need to confirm it."
He asked doubtfully: "Do you want to die with Chen Chuan now?"
Zhao Xiaoxuan blurted out, "No, save me!"
Chen Chuan, who was still moved to tears: "..."
"I knew it, you are a heartless woman! Have you been hoping that I would die so that you can go find your primary school love? Fine, fine, I, Chen Chuan, will die here, even if I die a thousand times, I will never sit with you, Zhao Xiaoxuan, again—"
Half an hour later.
Chen Chuan and Zhao Xiaoxuan sat silently by the pit to rest.
Beside them was Leng Jing, who was covered in wounds and had already fainted. Jiang Yuelu had just rescued the three of them.
The bottom of the pit was rocky and various collapsed broken wood was stuck in it, which provided some help for climbing. This was why he was able to rescue Zhao Xiaoxuan and Chen Chuan alone. After helping them clear the obstacles around them, they could follow Jiang Yuelu to save themselves and return to the ground.
But when it came to Leng Jing, there was some trouble.
First, he was unconscious, so Jiang Yuelu had to carry him up. Second, some of the broken wooden beams could not bear the weight of two people, and Leng Jing fell even deeper... In the end, he was pulled out, all thanks to Master Xia.
"Who the hell is he?"
"Can it still be a human? I don't think it looks like..."
Zhao Xiaoxuan and Chen Chuan were whispering to each other, glancing at Young Master Xia from time to time.
The latter had just been begged to come to the ruins, and with an irritated look in his eyes he performed a set of strange magic - he just raised his hand slightly, and the broken stone carrying Leng Jing floated out of the pit. The stone was as big as two tables, and it looked like a light cloud when he moved it with his fingers.
"Master Xia."
The young man in red leaning against the window raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be waiting for someone since just now.
The other half of the restaurant where he was was safe and sound, only Leng Jing's side was in ruins. It was probably because he was waiting for someone, so he didn't want a too bad environment.
Anyone who can do these things can’t be an ordinary person.
Jiang Yuelu pointed at the stone and asked, "How did you do that?"
He did not ask who Young Master Xia was. On the one hand, he might not get an answer even if he asked, and on the other hand, he had no way of judging whether the other party's answer was true or false.
If the test paper was the evidence for this exam, then he could quickly find the corresponding memory in his mind based on "Mrs. Xu's name is Xu Pingting", but the problem was that the test paper did not record this prince. He, his servants, and even the relationship between them and him, all the relationship chains built around Young Master Xia were impossible to verify.
In comparison, it is easier to ask a small question.
Master Xia sneered after hearing this and said, "Haven't you discovered it yet?"
He was very laid back, and remained relaxed even in such a dangerous environment. He had a strong sense of confidence - although Jiang Yuelu didn't know what his confidence was.
As he spoke, he circled his fingers in the air again, "There is no witchcraft in this world, nor is there what you wizards call God. It's just like those magic tricks in the human world, it's very easy to expose."
The stones placed at the edge of the pit floated up like gray clouds, gradually rising above his head. Jiang Yuelu raised his head, as if he saw the mechanism behind the magic.
"Ah!" Zhao Xiaoxuan asked in surprise: "What's under the stone?"
The bottom of the stone was also gray, and even if there were other traces, they were darker and browner. But the bottom that the three people saw now seemed to be covered with a layer of white snow. Looking closely, the snow was not peeling off, but was shaking slightly.
Young Master Xia smiled faintly, causing the gray clouds floating above his head to descend a little. Suddenly, a "snowflake" fell from the still moving "snow layer".
Jiang Yuelu subconsciously reached out and caught it.
What lay in his palm was not a snowflake, but a small paper figure.
Just now it was dancing like snowflakes, but now it is motionless. Perhaps it is because it is out of the control of its master. Staring at the palm of his hand, Jiang Yuelu suddenly felt a sense of heaviness on his shoulders.
Zhao Xiaoxuan in the distance screamed: "What is that on your shoulder?!"
He turned his head and saw a paper doll with double rings in her hair.
Because she was afraid that he would answer the question wrong, the paper doll that disappeared upstairs suddenly reappeared and climbed onto his shoulder without anyone noticing. At this moment, she was looking at the little paper man in Jiang Yuelu's palm with great interest. Just as she was about to reach out to shake hands with him, the motionless little paper man suddenly stood up and bit her hard.
Such a vile trick must have been done by that young master.
He laughed maliciously for a while, letting the little paper man blow the nose and pinch the face of the paper doll. After a beating, the paper doll also got angry and fell to the ground in a mixed doubles of one big and one small.
Jiang Yuelu asked him, "Are you controlling these little paper figures?"
Young Master Xia looked at him with eyes that weren't eyes and nose that weren't nose, "You haven't noticed yet?"
What did you discover? Did you discover your Chuunibyou?
Then I discovered it.
Jiang Yuelu shook her head: "No."
"I'm borrowing them." Master Xia showed a look that said, "You're lowering my status by using this kind of thing." "They belong to someone else."
He looked at Jiang Yuelu, but remembered the feeling just now. He looked thoughtfully at the shoulder where the paper doll had just been lying, and measured in his heart, "How old are you?"
Jiang Yuelu was confused: "Twenty-seven."
When Master Xia heard this, he smiled with a gloating look on his face, "Twenty-seven years old, not as tall as me, and not as healthy as me."
Jiang Yuelu: “…”
I'm a little speechless. What are you so proud of?
After chatting for a while, they were all unlovable. Jiang Yuelu was about to turn around and leave, but he seemed to have noticed something and his expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and confirmed the upcoming change from Master Xia's expression.
"Shhh."
Master Xia raised his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Their owner is here."
“Rustle…rustle…”
In the silent night, this ominous and eerie sound was unrecognizable, coming from far away and gradually approaching, like something scraping the ground, crowded and extremely powerful.
The two paper things that had been fighting just now stopped and looked out the window fearfully.
Jiang Yuelu walked towards Young Master Xia calmly, slightly shielding him behind her, and looked at the window warily.
Wooden windows, crescent moon, and dark mist.
From his perspective, the view through the wooden window was as beautiful as an ancient painting. If it weren't for the silence, he would have been in the mood to appreciate it.
“Ding-dang… Ding-dang…”
The crisp sound of a bell ringing came from the window, echoing between the stone walls, and when it reached the two of them, the sound became even clearer and brighter. Such a sound was simply breathtaking in the silent dark night.
Along with the haunting sound of bells, a black silhouette slowly appeared in the lower right corner of the beautiful ancient painting.
The invisible and intangible ghost rustling sound, will its prototype appear tonight?
The black shadow was not very big or wide. It only occupied the lower right corner of the window and was about one-third the height of the wooden window.
This height...
Jiang Yuelu frowned.
At this height...it's like a person is standing there.
While he was lost in thought, the tall black silhouette slowly began to move again, and the interrupted bell ringing sound reappeared, tinkling against his heart.
Shadows are people.
Judging from her figure, she seems to be a woman.
Only women would wear bells, pearl hairpins, jade pendants and other decorations on their bodies.
His eyes gradually widened as he looked at the dark shadow outside the window - he thought of someone!
The "black shadow" took a few steps slowly, and the pearl hairpin that was originally half-hidden was shining brightly under the moonlight. The fluttering golden butterflies reminded him of the beautiful scenery of butterfly wings bathing in the sun.
Jiang Yuelu murmured: "Hair bun..."
Most women would never be that tall, but ladies who love beauty would wear their hair in a high bun.
Master Xia laughed, "You just recognized it?"
He ignored Master Xia's unrealistic desire to win, and focused his eyes on the tall bun of the "black shadow" moving outside the wooden window. The lady with the hair combed by a woman was obviously from a good family, and she moved slowly. When she was about to leave the sight, she seemed to notice that there was someone in the room, and stopped and looked into the window.
When Jiang Yuelu first saw that face, he paused.
"Mrs. Zhu..."
Mrs. Zhu has been dead for more than ten years.
The beauty has long since turned into dry bones, but she is still as beautiful as in the painting.
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