Chapter 32
Kyoto is a prosperous city with people coming and going on the bluestone streets, the rumbling of horse-drawn carriages, signs outside shops waving, and smiling peddlers carrying loads on their shoulders hawking their wares everywhere.
Qin Mian, dressed in white and wearing a jade crown, blended into the crowd with a casual ambush. Perhaps because Kyoto was home to so many talented and handsome men, the common people only took a few glances, wondering who this handsome boy was. Just as they were about to look away, they were drawn to the little squirrel on the handsome man's shoulder, looking around in his clothes.
"Gu!"
The rat had never seen so many people!
Song Shu clung to Qin Mian's shoulders, his eyes rolling around, and his big orange-red tail swayed, making passers-by stare blankly.
He was born in the isolated Lingshan Mountain, and stayed in Xiaoyao Gate after coming down the mountain. All he had seen were the mountains, rivers and streams on the way from Lingshan Mountain to Xiaoyao Gate, and all he had heard were the birds singing and insects chirping in Lingshan Mountain.
There are many disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, but Song Shu has never seen such a huge crowd of people. Moreover, the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect are not like the people in Kyoto who dress flashily and almost blind a rat's eyes!
Holding a gold-lacquered fan in his hand, Qin Mian gently tapped Song Shu on the head and said regretfully, "I told you to transform into a human form. Look how many people are looking at you now."
Lifting his paw to push the fan away, Song Shu raised his chin and said confidently, "Gugu!"
Rats are handsome, and many people will look at them no matter whether they are in their original form or in human form!
Hearing the complacency in Song Shu's tone, Qin Mian pursed his lips and chuckled. It wasn't a mockery, after all, the reason why Song Shu was so complacent was because he often praised her.
The man and the rat walked for a while, and suddenly they smelled a sweet scent. Song Shu held Qin Mian's cheek, his dark nose moved, and he followed the smell to a stall on the right.
"Gum-filled candy, sweet and fragrant gum-filled candy!"
The huge iron pot was half filled with gravel, mixed with some black chestnuts. There was a fire burning under the iron pot, and the bare-armed boss used a long-handled spatula to stir-fry the sand and chestnuts evenly.
Song Shu stood on Qin Mian's shoulder and looked into the pot. He only knew that pine cones and the like could be roasted and eaten, but he had never seen chestnuts and gravel stir-fried together.
"Bang!"
As the boss was stir-frying the chestnuts, they suddenly exploded, a crack appeared on the black shell, revealing the golden fruit, and the smell became sweeter and richer.
The sudden explosion of the chestnut startled Song Shu. He held Qin Mian's ears with his two paws, and after a moment of hesitation, he suddenly pointed at the roasted chestnuts in the pot and said to Qin Mian:
"Cuckoo!"
It smells so good, the rat wants to eat this!
Seeing Qin Mian standing still, the proprietress beside him immediately said with insight, "Sir, would you like a serving of sweet candy? It's just out now. We fried it with honey. It tastes fragrant and sweet."
"Gu!"
Honey is added, so it must be very sweet!
Seeing that Qin Mian refused to move, Song Shu glared at him angrily, then skillfully pulled Qin Mian's arm, jumped to his chest, and crawled along the lapel to his belt.
Untying the purse around Qin Mian's waist, Song Shu put his little paw inside and tilted his head to ask the stunned proprietress:
"Gu?"
How much does one copy cost?
"Um...this?"
Having never seen such an intelligent little squirrel before, the proprietress was stunned for a moment and looked at Qin Mian hesitantly. Seeing that there was no change on his face, she stammered, "My dear...sir, one portion is only twelve cents."
Song Shu's paws were small, so he couldn't take out twelve coins at once. He could only take out one coin at a time from his purse, and wait for the proprietress to take it before taking out the next coin.
Then a strange scene appeared on the busy streets of Kyoto. A little squirrel wearing clothes and boots was carefully taking money out of its purse, while the people around it who were originally buying food and chatting suddenly became quiet and watched the little squirrel counting the money.
"Gu!"
Twelve cents, that's enough! Fill the rat with gum!
"Wow, he actually knows how to count!"
A man nearby exclaimed in surprise, as if he had not expected that even a little squirrel in Kyoto could count money. Others also gasped.
Some people who love association are now sighing that their own grandchildren cannot count yet, but they did not expect that a squirrel in someone else's home can do it.
Could it be that it has become a spirit?
"The squirrels you raise are very smart."
The proprietress took the money with a smile, skillfully took the oil-paper bag on the table, put some chestnuts in it, and weighed it. It was exactly six taels.
"Sir, please take it and come back after you have eaten."
"Thank you very much."
Qin Mian caught a glimpse of Song Shu's increasingly raised chin amidst the crowd's praises. He felt amused and took the oil-paper bag handed to him by the proprietress and quickly retreated from the crowd.
Although he moved quickly, the news that a young man in white clothes raised a squirrel that could count in Kyoto spread quickly among the people.
However, Song Shu and Qin Mian didn't care, especially Song Shu. He was completely focused on the fragrant and sweet chestnuts at the moment. He held a black chestnut in his two paws and quickly peeled off the chestnut shell with his teeth, revealing the orange-yellow flesh inside.
After taking a bite, Song Shumei's big tail hit Qin Mian's neck.
"Gu!"
Smells so good!
Rats love to eat!
After finding a theater, Qin Mian asked for a private room. After the waiter brought tea and snacks, he took out a brocade handkerchief from his ring and placed it on the table, then put Song Shu on it.
Because he had been holding the chestnuts in his paws, Song Shu's paws, arms and mouth were all covered with black dust. However, he kept his big round eyes open, not realizing his predicament at all, and continued to chew the chestnuts vigorously.
Looking at Song Shu with a smile in his eyes, Qin Mian did not remind her until Song Shu finished eating a bag of roasted chestnuts. Then he said in a pretentious manner: "Look at how black your mouth is."
"Gu?"
Looking at the black spot around his mouth in the mirror, Song Shu raised his paw again and looked at the black ash on his robe. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped into Qin Mian's arms, pulling Qin Mian's sleeve to wipe his mouth.
"Gu!"
Don’t think that the rat didn’t see it. You deliberately didn’t tell the rat before because you wanted to see the rat make a fool of himself!
Thinking about how many people had seen him with a black mouth along the way, Song Shu kicked his legs and pulled harder with his claws.
Even if you can use a cleaning mouse, don’t use it!
Qin Mian is as dirty as a rat!
"What a heartless little fellow."
Looking down at the little squirrel doing whatever it wants in his arms, Qin Mian snorted and laughed, "It's not enough that you dirty your mouth, but you have to make me dirty too."
"Gu!"
The rat did it on purpose!
After the man and the squirrel had been making a fuss for a while, Qin Mian saw that Song Shu had calmed down, so he used a cleaning technique to clean all the dirt off himself and the little squirrel.
They arrived in Kyoto yesterday and found a small courtyard to stay in. Early this morning, Song Shu clamored to go out for a walk, but he wanted to go out but didn't want to show his human form, so Qin Mian had to carry him on his shoulders and walked through the Phoenix Gate to Liuxiangfang.
Liuxiangfang is the most lively place in Kyoto. No matter whether it is dignitaries, ordinary people or foreign traders, they all like to gather here. This is because in addition to having the largest market in Kyoto, there are also many entertainment places to kill time.
For example, the theater they are visiting now is one of them.
"How dare you, you filthy thing, hurt my eldest brother? Today I will teach you a lesson!"
"Humph, this is my Li family's territory, and you, a flat-headed brat, are allowed to come here and cause trouble? Come, help me take him down!"
On the stage, two actors with painted faces were circling and confronting each other. After a moment, they each started to perform stunts with a spear. Although each move was fancy, it was extremely interesting to watch.
There was constant cheering in the lobby, and Song Shu was also watching with great interest. However, his prototype was short and small, and his vision was not very good, so he could only squat on a thin window frame, holding his face with his two paws, listening with fascination.
When he was in the mood, he would stand up, step on a thin wooden frame with his small feet, and imitate the people on the stage in boxing and swordplay, as if he was also performing a show.
Qin Mian found it funny and didn't stop him, but his eyes had already moved from the stage to the jumping squirrel, with a lingering smile on his lips.
The little squirrel's tricks were too conspicuous, and some people in the lobby were attracted by it. They pointed at Song Shu who was still immersed in the performance and started gossiping.
"Gu!"
After a graceful sword dance, Song Shu turned around and was about to ask Qin Mian how his sword skills were when he suddenly heard a commotion from below, and the sound seemed to be coming towards him.
"Great swordsmanship! Another one!"
"Can squirrels wield swords now?"
"Awesome, awesome!"
“One more!”…
The performers on stage initially thought that the audience appreciated the wonderful performance because of the overwhelming applause, but upon closer inspection, they discovered that everyone's eyes were fixed on a private room on the second floor.
A squirrel in robes was standing by the window of the private room. He was not afraid of the voices of the crowd. He shook his tail, threw the small sword in his hand that came from nowhere into the sky, kicked the hilt with his little feet, flew up to catch the sword, and performed a set of sword techniques.
"Where did this squirrel come from that can actually wield a sword?"
The young man in brocade clothes in the private room opposite said with a smile, "It's quite interesting. I wonder how his master taught him."
The servant beside him kindly agreed, "Squirrels this clever must be hard to find. If you're interested, why don't I ask the man across the street if I can sell you this squirrel? You can use it to entertain yourself in your spare time."
As if he felt that what the servant said made some sense, the young man in brocade clothes nodded his chin and said, "Yes."
As for the silver, as long as the man is willing to sell it, Young Master Jinyi will not worry about not being able to get it.
Song Shu put the sword back into the scabbard behind him in a cool manner, and felt a little ecstatic in the praise of everyone.
"Gu!"
Rats are so welcome!
Seeing that Song Shu was still unsatisfied after performing another set of sword skills, Qin Mian stood up helplessly. Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, he slowly took the little squirrel away, then closed the window and didn't even watch the show.
"Gu!"
Why did Qin Mian close the window? The mouse hasn’t shown off enough!
"The theater relies on performing opera to make a little money. If you show off like this, the audience will come to see you. How can the theater still make money?" Qin Mian said seriously: "We cultivators should not cut off the financial resources of mortals."
"Gu?"
Have rats destroyed people’s sources of income?
Song Shu frowned in confusion. He still didn't quite understand other people's lifestyle. Although he had read some of it in storybooks, what he saw with his own eyes was always different from reality.
Rat doesn’t understand the rules of the human world, but Qin Mian does.
Since rats can cut off people's financial resources, they will stay out of the spotlight.
Knowing that people need money to fill their stomachs, the hungry little squirrel quickly decided to give up showing off and instead clung to Qin Mian's legs and sat down obediently.
It doesn't matter.
Rat has been praised by many people today, rat is really powerful!
After listening to the opera for a while, Song Shu's interest faded a lot because he couldn't see the stage. Soon he pulled Qin Mian's sleeve and made a fuss about leaving.
Qin Mian naturally followed his lead, but just as they pushed open the door to the private room, they bumped into Liu Yong who was coming in. Seeing that the owner of the little squirrel was actually a handsome young man, Liu Yong politely said,
"I am Liu Yong, the steward of the Qin family. I came to bother you to ask if you would like to sell this squirrel."
With a meaningful smile on his face, Liu Yong said politely, "Just name the price."
Everyone in Kyoto knows that the Qin family has always been valued by the emperor. The thing that the Prince Qin's Mansion lacks the least is money, and Prince Qin Lian has always been generous and spends money like water.
"Gu?"
Buy a rat?
Pooh!
Qin Mian stopped Song Shu who was about to beat someone up, glanced at Liu Yong, and said coldly: "Not for sale."
Seeing Qin Mian about to leave, Liu Yong couldn't help but catch up with him and reminded him, "Sir, even if it's a thousand gold, the Qin family can afford it. Will you really not consider it again?"
Although spending a thousand gold coins to buy a squirrel is a bit expensive, it is not impossible considering Qin Lian's personality.
This time, Qin Mian didn't say anything, but quickly left from the crowd with Song Shu. Liu Yong wanted to chase after him, but for some reason his legs suddenly felt as if they were filled with lead and he could not move even a step. He could only watch Qin Mian walk away.
"Gu!"
A thousand gold!
Song Shu's originally angry heart was sweet again. He scratched Qin Mian's face with his claws and boasted: "Gugu, gugu!"
Rat is so valuable!
Qin Mian must treat the rat well in the future, otherwise you will regret it if the rat runs away!
"What are you so proud of?" Qin Mian bumped Song Shu's paw with his face and teased with a half-smile: "You don't really want to abandon me and follow that person."
"Gu!"
Shu was just kidding, he would never abandon Qin Mian!
The little mouth pressed against Qin Mian's face and kissed him. Song Shu said seriously: "Guji!"
The rat swore an oath and would not change his mind.
Feeling Song Shu's sincerity, Qin Mian squinted his eyes and smiled. The man and the rat strolled on the street for a while, bought some miscellaneous small things, and prepared to go home.
The courtyard Qin Mian rented was secluded, with not many people around. There was a moat not far from the door, making it very convenient to travel.
After turning a corner, Song Shu was about to see the lush jujube tree in the courtyard. When he was about to transform into a human form, he saw a very luxurious carriage parked in front of the vermilion door.
Dozens of men dressed in servants' uniforms surrounded the carriage, and the leader was Liu Yong, who had just claimed to be the Qin family's steward.
"Glad to see you again, sir," Liu Yong said with a smile, "my sir still wants to discuss something with you."
Two servants lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the young man in brocade clothes who had just been in the theater came out leisurely. His eyes met Qin Mian's. He was slightly stunned, and then said politely:
"My name is Qin Lian from the Qin family. I don't know your name."
Song Shu: "Gu!"
So literary! Could this person be the sour scholar described in the storybooks?
Looking at Qin Lian who was blocking his way, Qin Mian said in a slightly cold voice, "Mr. Qin, this squirrel is my family, please go back."
A squirrel, family?
Qin Lian laughed in his heart. If someone else said so, he would have turned around and left. Raising a little pet actually made its brain stupid.
However, Qin Mian looked unusual. If there was such a person in Kyoto, he would definitely recognize him. Qin Lian was curious about him, so he said, "Young Master, you misunderstood. This squirrel is your favorite. I, Qin Lian, am not someone who likes to steal someone else's love. However, you and I hit it off right away. Although we have never met, I feel a sense of familiarity. I would like to make friends with you."
These words were not made up casually. When Qin Lian first met Qin Mian, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of respect in his heart, which was really strange.
"Gu!"
Who are you?
How come we hit it off right away?
Song Shu glared at Qin Lian in dissatisfaction. He had seen before that the red fox in the storybook used such an excuse to seduce the poor scholar!
Qin Mian is a rat person, and he can't let others hook up with him!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Song Shu jumped up and kicked Qin Lian in the face. Then, amid the exclamations of the crowd, he turned around gracefully, stepped on Qin Lian's face and jumped back onto Qin Mian's shoulder.
With his paws folded across his chest, Song Shu glared coldly at the stunned Qin Lian: "Gu!"
If you dare to talk to Qin Mian again, I will deal with you!
It seemed as if he had never expected that the precious Prince Qin would be kicked in the face by a squirrel. Liu Yong hurried forward and asked anxiously, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"
Then he turned to Qin Mian and angrily scolded: "You, my young master has condescended to come here, and you let this beast..."
With a slightly cold look in his eyes, Qin Mian snapped his fingers, and Liu Yong felt as if he was being strangled, unable to utter a single word. He widened his eyes in horror, looking at Qin Mian as if he were looking at a ghost.
"Gu!"
You are the beast!
Song Shu was furious and scratched Liu Yong several times until his face was covered with red claw marks. Only then did he jump back onto Qin Mian with satisfaction.
The rat has taken revenge!
Seeing the unusualness of this man and this rat, everyone felt a little frightened. Several servants suppressed their fear and stood in front of Qin Lian, but no one dared to step forward and take down Qin Mian who was standing in front of them.
"If there is nothing else, Mr. Qin should leave quickly."
Pushing open the vermilion door, Qin Mian walked away from everyone as if nothing had happened. Song Shu on his shoulder turned his head and made a face at Qin Lian.
Anyone who still wants to hook up with a rat, no way!
Seeing the little squirrel's provocative look, several servants became angry, but they didn't dare to step forward. They exchanged glances before one of them said to the silent Qin Lian, "Sir, this guy is a bit treacherous. Why don't we go back and find the abbot of the White Horse Temple and then think of a way to deal with him?"
Qin Lian pursed his lips and said nothing. After a while, he turned back to the carriage and said in a deep voice, "Go back."
Back in the courtyard, Song Shu quickly transformed into a human. He sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard with a dignified look on his face, and said unhappily, "That man was so unreasonable just now."
You dare to call me a rat!
"I told you that using the original would be too conspicuous, but you refused to believe it."
Throwing the object in his hand onto the table, Qin Mian said calmly, "Look, I've only been out for a day and someone's already here."
Song Shu pouted and couldn't refute, so she turned sideways to look through the wooden box and oil-paper bag on the table.
After going out for the whole morning today, Song Shu wanted to buy all kinds of food he saw, but he had big eyes and a small stomach. After eating a bag of candy, he couldn't eat any other snacks, so he instructed Qin Mian to buy all these things and keep them for later.
Anyway, rats have rings that can store food.
When he opened the box, he saw eight round cakes inside, with a large "Fu" character pressed on the cakes, which looked very exquisite. Song Shu poked at them curiously. He remembered that this box of cakes was not cheap, costing a full penny!
The rat-eating candy is only twelve cents!
"Why are mooncakes so expensive?" Song Shu turned to look at Qin Mian. "Are they delicious?"
Qin Mian hadn't eaten mooncakes for a long time, so he naturally didn't know what they tasted like. After hesitating for a while, he slowly said, "It should be good. Try it."
"But don't they say mooncakes should be saved for Mid-Autumn Festival? When is Mid-Autumn Festival?"
As the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Rats also understand etiquette and abide by rules.
"Mid-Autumn Festival..." Qin Mian said in a long tone, looking at Song Shu with a smile: "It's the day after tomorrow, but it's just a few mooncakes. If you want to eat them, eat them. We can buy more tomorrow."
That’s right.
Song Shu looked at the exquisite mooncakes and licked his lips.
The rat has plenty of money, so he can just eat today and buy more tomorrow. Picking up a piece of mooncake with red bean filling, Song Shu took a bite, and his eyes narrowed due to the sweetness.
After eating a piece of mooncake, Song Shu smacked his lips, frowned slightly, and felt something was strange.
The mooncake tasted good, but after eating one piece, the mouse didn’t want to eat the next one.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the already prosperous Kyoto becomes even more lively.
The full moon hangs high in the sky, but the streets are crowded with people. People who have eaten their reunion dinners come to the streets without an appointment. Stalls with lanterns are everywhere on both sides of the street. The lights outside the teahouses and restaurants are brightly lit. Beautiful dancers are dancing on the floats sent by the government. The sound of stringed instruments is so beautiful.
Song Shu was dressed in red, holding the unique squirrel lantern that Qin Mian had made specially for him, chewing the chestnuts that Qin Mian had just peeled, and looking around with his dark eyes.
So lively!
A few children passed by holding crab and frog lanterns. Song Shu immediately raised the squirrel lantern in her hand a little higher. Seeing the envious looks from the children, Song Shu smiled and pulled Qin Mian away.
Listening to the child behind her turn around and go back to her parents to ask for the squirrel lantern, Song Shu smiled happily:
These vendors have no taste!
I didn’t know that the squirrel lanterns were the most beautiful!
"Didn't they say there were fireworks tonight?"
Song Shu looked up at the sky, only to see a gentle full moon. He wondered, "Why haven't you let it go yet?"
According to the people of Kyoto, every Mid-Autumn Festival, the government would set off fireworks, and the emperor would also watch from the observatory and have fun with the people.
The naive little squirrel had never seen fireworks, so as soon as it got dark tonight, it immediately pulled Qin Mian out.
"Maybe it will take a while."
Glancing at the bright moon, Qin Mian patted Song Shu's waist and whispered, "I heard the fireworks will be set off on the bank of the moat. How about we find a good viewing spot?"
Of course Song Shu agreed.
Then two figures appeared on the roof of Nanxing Building, the tallest building in Kyoto.
The breeze blew across his cheeks, and Song Shu half-closed his eyes as he looked at the magnificent scenery of Kyoto. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he felt inexplicably comfortable.
The lady boss who had bought the candy before told Song Shu that the Mid-Autumn Festival should be a day for family reunion, where everyone gets together to admire the moon and have a reunion dinner.
However, after squirrels are able to find food independently, they usually do not meet their previous family members again, and Song Shu has long forgotten the smell of his mother.
He wrinkled his nose, looked up at Qin Mian who was staring at the moon in a daze, and asked, "Qin Mian, do you have any relatives?"
Everyone has relatives, and Qin Mian should have some too.
After coming back to his senses, Qin Mian looked at Song Shu who was serious, and a smile suddenly broke out on his face: "Of course there is, aren't you?"
Yes.
Song Shu suddenly woke up.
Shu and Qin Mian are Taoist companions, they are the closest people in the world!
Downstairs of Nanxing Building, a team of armored guards led the way. Three luxurious and exquisite carriages were moving slowly. A man in front of the carriage was holding a framed portrait with a serious face. It looked like a grand scene.
The noisy crowd consciously walked to the sides. In the Nanxing Tower, there were scholars who came to admire the moon and recite poems. They drank and joked:
"Is the Qin family going to worship their immortal ancestor again?"
"Yes, I heard that this custom has been passed down for more than two hundred years."
"I heard that the reason why the Qin family has flourished and remained prominent for hundreds of years is because of the blessing of that ancestor."
"I heard that it was over two hundred years ago. The emperor at that time was incompetent and he allowed a traitor to instigate and kill many loyal officials in the court. The Qin family also suffered greatly. Later, the traitor colluded with the enemy country and almost overthrew the dynasty. It was the ancestor of the Qin family who, fearless of danger, beheaded the traitor with the sword."
"That's right. It's recorded in history books. After beheading the traitor, the ancestor of the Qin family single-handedly purged the entire court. On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, he left along with the immortals who came to greet him from heaven, and never returned."
"By the way, what was the name of the Qin family's ancestor? I remember the history books saying he wasn't very old at the time, maybe only eighteen or nineteen, and had just won the title of top scholar."
"Hiss, I seem to remember the name is - Qin Mian?"
Inside the carriage, Qin Lian suddenly lifted the curtain for some unknown reason. His heart pounding, he looked up at the rooftop of Nanxing Tower. The tower was twenty stories high, and a full moon hung high above the ridge behind the two of them. From afar, it looked like two immortals admiring the mortal world from the Moon Palace.
Qin Lian couldn't see clearly, but he was reluctant to look away.
Are there really two people in this world who look so alike?
"Ancestors?"
Song Shu frowned and looked at Qin Mian suspiciously.
"Heh," Qin Mian raised his hand and touched Song Shu's head, pretending to be helpless and said, "You look like my ancestor to me."
Little squirrels are difficult to raise. Not only do they have a bad temper, but if you don't take good care of them, they will scratch you severely.
“Nonsense!”
"Bang!"
A huge firework exploded on the opposite bank, turning it into a colorful peony flower, illuminating half of Song Shu's face.
After the Qin family's motorcade left, the crowd quickly returned to the lively scene just now. As the fireworks bloomed, exclamations were heard incessantly, and the children clapped their hands and jumped for joy.
There was no time to scold Qin Mian anymore. Song Shu looked at the fireworks that kept exploding, his eyes bright with astonishing brightness.
The rat saw the fireworks!
He turned his head, suddenly hugged Qin Mian's face, kissed him on the lips happily, rubbed his face against Qin Mian's face, and said sweetly:
"Qin Mian, I like you so much. Let's come to Kyoto again next Mid-Autumn Festival."
The frost-covered eyes instantly melted into a pool of gentle spring water. Catching the person who jumped into his arms, Qin Mian kissed the tip of his ear and hummed:
"Not serious."
However, it would be a good idea for them to spend every Mid-Autumn Festival together in the future.
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Author's words: Song Shu: Rat wishes everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, no worries [Come on]
Qin Mian: Same wish [Drop-eared rabbit head]
Small Theater:
The bullet grazed his ear and hit the wall beside him. Song Shu looked towards the tower vigilantly, but only caught a glimpse of a dark figure.
Immediately turning around and changing positions, Song Shu reminded:
"Gu."
The opponent has a sniper and a silencer, so be careful.
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
When his teammates arrived, Ah Huang got up and immediately boasted, "Take me to find a sniper. Once I get one, I'll shoot him in the head!"
Not bothering to pay attention to the boastful weasel, Song Shu exchanged glances with Ahua and Ling Yang.
There are other people in this building and we cannot take it lightly.
Listening carefully to the footsteps, Song Shu discovered that the sound came from upstairs. The people in the opposite tower could not be dealt with for the time being, so Song Shu decided to get rid of the people upstairs first. If the people in the tower still didn't leave, he would go and deal with them later.
The three of them attacked upstairs tacitly, Ling Yang was in the front, Song Shu was second, and Ahua was the last. As for the weasel, it was still lying on the ground licking the box.
The footsteps suddenly stopped. Song Shu gave Ling Yang a look and signaled: "Gu!" Charge!
There was a commotion and the person standing in front of the room fell to the ground. Before Song Shu could fire another shot, the man's teammates immediately shot in Song Shu's direction.
The firepower was too strong, so Song Shu and his companions could only retreat temporarily.
Inside the room, Xuan Hua fell to the ground, yelling for Xuan Xu to rescue him. Ling You drew his gun and scolded Qin Mian, who was not doing his job: "What are you doing? Hitting someone!"
Someone slowly replied through the headset: "Got it."
Then he saw the smoke bomb burning in the room. Song Shu rushed in and started shooting randomly. He was fighting vigorously when he suddenly heard the weasel downstairs start to scream for help frantically:
"Oh my god, someone shot me in the head!"
"Come and save me!"
"He's still hitting me!"
"Song Shu! Boss! Help!"
Song Shu: ...
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