Chapter 33: Fish Disaster 11: A red dot on a black background, a black dot on a red background...
According to Meng Caiyun's text message, as long as the little girl trapped in Yu's house is brought down the mountain, the favor will be done.
Long Zhu looked at the mother and son of the Yu family who were tied up in the dark room, and thought: I forgot to ask what to do with these two people. It seems that no one said they wanted to kill them. Let's just lock them in the room first.
Zhou Qiaochu looked up cautiously at Longzhu.
She had been locked in the room, waiting for news from Chu Ying, but Chu Ying didn't come back, and instead a strange older sister appeared.
What was incredible was that the terrible uncle was extremely respectful to my sister, as if she were a monster. Even when they were locked in the house, his expression seemed relieved.
Long Zhu looked down at him, and Zhou Qiaochu's heart skipped a beat and he shuddered.
Long Zhu put the phone back in his pocket and said, "Let's go, follow me down the mountain."
Zhou Qiaochu was delighted at first, but then hesitated: "Then, what about the other sister?"
Long Zhu thought she was talking about Meng Caiyun: "She, she has something else to do, so let me take you away first."
After recent events, Zhou Qiaochu has become extremely vigilant.
If she said this to someone else, she would definitely not believe it.
but……
This strange sister in front of me really has a kind of magic that is irresistible.
Because if you refuse, something worse might happen.
Zhou Qiaochu was young and didn't know that this feeling was the "intuition" given to human genes to subconsciously choose to avoid danger.
The two walked on the winding mountain path in the village. The scattered village houses stood silently on both sides, and it seemed less human than before.
It was dusk, there was no smoke from cooking, no roosters crowing or dogs barking, and no pedestrians passing by.
But Long Zhu could feel that many pairs of indifferent eyes were lurking behind the window screens and doors, quietly watching her with ambiguous inquiries.
The eyes again.
It seems like there is no escape from being "watched" anywhere.
Long Zhu subconsciously raised his head and looked at the setting sun molten gold in the distance.
It seems that the sun that rises and sets every day is also an eye from beyond the nine heavens.
That golden, powerful gaze that nothing in the world can resist can shatter all ghostly shadows created by resentment.
Long Zhu couldn't help but think: Can that golden light kill me?
However, she gradually became confused about whether she wanted to die purely or just wanted to "go home."
There was no one to stop them along the way. They walked into the path with swaying tree shadows. The bluestones beside the road were covered with moss. Occasionally, a tit would stand on it, tilting its head to look at the passers-by in front of it.
The sky was dark, and the pine forest was filled with some of the cold air from last winter that had not yet melted, forming mottled frost on the tree trunks.
Zhou Qiaochu unconsciously hugged his arms tightly and trembled, with white mist coming out of his mouth and nose.
"Sister, it's so cold."
Long Zhu didn't feel cold, she just lost her way again.
I opened the merit map and turned left and right. The route was correct, but I could never find the exit.
Faintly from the woods came a few mournful string sounds that sounded like weeping and complaining.
"There's someone in front," Zhou Qiaochu was a little scared, slowed down his pace, and hid behind Long Zhu: "Sister, did you hear that?"
Strange rocks stand tall and the forest is covered with green waves.
A young man in a long gown sat on a rock, holding a red-painted sanxian (three-stringed instrument) and plucking it with his fingernails.
The drum is covered with python scales with unique patterns, and two words can be vaguely made out: "Jian Er".
At that time, the sound of the strings suddenly arose, the sound was like tearing silk, and also like a ghost crying at night; the tone changed abruptly, sometimes high, sometimes low, making people panic.
Zhou Qiaochu refused to come any closer. Her face turned pale and she covered her ears. She felt that if she listened for one more second, the uncontrollable fear in her heart would eat her alive.
The young man smiled even more deeply, and he kept strumming the strings, plucking, sweeping and sweeping, and the music became faster and faster.
He has a white face and black teeth, and his smile is like a strange mask. His face sways with the melody, revealing his dangling earrings.
They were two long pendants, one with a black background and red dots, and the other with a red background and black dots.
The points are all "seven".
Long Zhu frowned and looked at the young man, then slowly lowered his knees and squatted slightly. Seeing this, the young man began to pluck and twist the strings with his hands more and more rapidly, and the music seemed to have a target, all heading towards Long Zhu's key points.
The next second, she straightened her knees and jumped up, several feet higher than the young man who was looking down at her.
The sharp sound of the old strings breaking and the cracking of the wooden neck of the guitar sounded at the same time, and the music came to an abrupt end. The young man quickly turned over and landed lightly on a tree branch and sat down.
His smiling expression remained unchanged, and his voice was soft and pleasant: "Don't you like the song I played?"
Long Zhu recalled the tune just now, and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms with difficulty: "You are not suitable for this job, change your career as soon as possible."
The young man was a little hurt: "...Is that so."
He jumped down from the branch and walked slowly to Long Zhu's side: "What do you like, pipa? Guqin? I can learn and play it for you."
Long Zhu thought for a moment: "Suona?"
youth:"?"
Long Zhu: "It sounds festive."
If she dies one day, she can hire someone to play the trumpet for her all the way.
The young man sighed: "You Xiaos all have such similar tastes."
"Xiao?" Long Zhu looked at him: "Do you know... Tian Jiu?"
The young man smiled and said, "Yeah, are you looking for him too?"
Long Zhu repeated, "Also? Many people are looking for him?"
"Of course," the black crescent on the young man's face deepened a little, "Who in the Xuanmen doesn't covet his power?"
He noticed Long Zhu's eager expression and added sympathetically, "But Tian Jiu's whereabouts are elusive, so you won't be able to find him."
Long Zhu muttered: "What should we do then?"
The young man said softly, "I know a way."
He flipped his palm, and an ordinary wooden ring suddenly appeared on it.
"I heard that the abbot of Changfeng Temple, Bai He, also has a rare treasure hidden away," the young man said with a smile, "Tian Jiu is very interested in it. If you help him find it, perhaps he will come to see you in person."
Long Zhu: "Why don't you go by yourselves?"
The young man lamented, "I have made many enemies, and troubles abound whenever I show myself."
Long Zhu judges others by his own standards and agrees deeply with their opinions.
"What's the use of this ring?" She picked it up and took a closer look. She only found a faint layer of spiritual energy flowing on the surface of the ring. Apart from that, there were no other special features.
The young man said, "It can help you obtain the treasure. It has its own merits."
Long Zhu casually put it on the middle finger of his left hand. The size was perfect and it fit him perfectly.
"What do you want?"
She deeply understood that there was no unclear charity or kindness, only equal transactions.
The young man's smile widened: "If you see Tianjiu, please kill him and give me the brocade bag on his waist."
After a pause, he gently reminded: "It doesn't matter if you fail, just don't give me away."
Long Zhu: "It's a deal."
After a while, she asked excitedly, "Who do you think is stronger, me or Tianjiu?"
The young man thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Each has its merits."
Long Zhu was happy: So that means it’s the same thing?
That’s great, maybe Tianjiu is the one who can take her home.
After showing Long Zhu a way down the mountain, he carried Zhou Qiaochu, who had just fallen asleep due to the music, and left.
The young man stood there, smiling as he watched her go. When her figure completely disappeared, he looked at the broken sanxian in his hand and smiled bitterly: "Well, it's even more powerful than I thought."
He casually removed the broken string, looked at it from left to right, and was still not satisfied. Finally, he compromised with a headache: "Let's patch it up with an old string before we go..."
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Zhou Peng wore a black mask and squatted next to the signpost at the foot of the mountain with a large bundle of incense and candles in his arms, looking up the mountain every once in a while.
After waiting for a long time, he thought that he was too anxious.
How could he just follow a random suggestion? If he didn't, would he just sit there and wait? He didn't have the authority to handle cases across regions, so even if he wanted to join the investigation, it would be impossible.
How can one not be anxious?
Zhou Peng wandered around, and finally squatted down, lit all the incense sticks, and followed the rules of offering incense in the temple, lighting one stick first, two sticks later, and clasping his hands together to show his piety.
The green mist is curling and the clouds are rising straight up.
The fragrance is refreshing and indeed has some calming effect.
Zhou Peng was about to recite a few words of prayer when he suddenly caught a glimpse of people coming down the mountain path nearby.
The man carried a girl on his shoulders and walked lightly and leisurely, but after smelling the fragrance, he slightly quickened his pace.
Zhou Peng widened his eyes.
The yellowed old photo in the file suddenly flashed through my mind - it was her!
Who is she?
After the last handover with the Alien Management Bureau, all information about "Long Zhu" was removed from the public database. He was only told: This person's file has been managed by the Alien Management Bureau. If it is not necessary, please do not contact this person alone.
Zhou Peng didn't care about any rules. He only noticed that his daughter Zhou Qiaochu was in Long Zhu's hands!
"Chu Chu!" He rushed out and looked at the other party vigilantly, as if ready for a fierce battle.
Long Zhu's attention was on the pile of incense and candles. She looked worried: "You ordered so many at once, at least leave a few for me."
As she said that, she threw the girl to Zhou Peng in front of her, bent down to pick and choose, and chose the one with good appearance and took a bite.
Click click click.
The crispy chewing sound echoed clearly all around.
Zhou Peng quickly patted his daughter. Zhou Qiaochu hummed twice, rubbed her eyes and woke up. Then her face was full of surprise: "Dad!"
She immediately started crying again, "My schoolbag and cell phone are both lost!"
Zhou Peng finally let go of his worries and cried with joy, hugging his daughter: "Chu Chu! Those things are not important. I just hope you're okay!"
The father and daughter exchanged greetings and cried for a while, but when they came to their senses, Long Zhu was gone.
Zhou Peng was stunned and had to pick up his daughter and walk towards the parking lot not far away.
Zhou Qiaochu hugged his father's neck and looked around: "Where's that sister? She saved me. We also met a weird guy playing the piano on the way. He was really scary..."
She chattered on and on, telling a bizarre story in a fragmented manner from her still young and immature perspective.
Zhou Peng's emotions were in turmoil. While comforting his daughter, he also felt extremely grateful to the mysterious woman.
So what if it was a ghost? She saved Chu Chu, that’s a fact!
How about...buying some incense and offering it to her some other day?
But she seemed to be biting it directly?
Zhou Peng was immediately filled with awe.
Maybe powerful ghosts just bite directly with their mouths, that must be the case...
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