Uh...what's going on? Only then did Xi Meng realize that the person who had been dragging her out just now was actually Yifeng.
Then he saw Caixi also beside him, swaying, sleepy and not yet awake.
When he came back to his senses, he saw a group of burly men on the opposite side striding towards this side. The man at the front was carrying a shiny sharp ax on his shoulder. The bright light reflected on his face, hitting his right eyebrow.
The scar on his face was particularly clearly illuminated. The scar snaked from the tip of his eyebrow to his chin. It looked very frightening in the dark night. Shi Meng secretly screamed in his heart. Could it be that he had encountered a robber?
Wood? Didn't he say he would take care of it? Why did they all break in? She glanced around and saw Mu Zili's figure, but saw Luo Cheng hunched over and blocking little Xu Zhen behind him.
My heart felt warm, and I could hear Mu Zili's voice in my ears.
"I wonder what the hell these few stars are doing when they break into a humble house at night?" Mu Zili's face was calm and his tone was clear.
The scarred man at the head stopped and smashed the ax in his hand to the ground with a muffled sound. He glanced at the crowd, and finally turned his gaze to Mu Zili who was far away from the crowd and said: "Are you the owner of this house? Have you ever seen this?
Person?" As he said this, a short man with a black face opened a piece of calligraphy and painting in his hand and held it up to Mu Zili.
"Never seen it before!" Mu Zili replied in a deep voice. Judging from the dress of the person in the painting, he must be either rich or noble. The face is very unfamiliar, but if you look closely, the eyes seem familiar.
Xi Meng couldn't help but be curious. These people broke into other people's homes aggressively, actually looking for someone? Taking advantage of the gap between the scarred man and Mu Zili talking, she stretched her neck and took a sneak peek in the moonlight.
The person depicted in the painting is dressed in black clothes and has a sharp-cut face under the crown. Although it is not handsome, he is quite upright, and his eyes exude an awe-inspiring atmosphere.
A look of disdain that dare not look directly.
I originally thought that Mu Zili's intervention could solve the matter, but I didn't expect that the scarred man actually waved the sharp ax in his hand and shouted: "Stand down, compare one by one! Don't let anyone go! Take care of me."
Look carefully!"
There were some timid ones in the crowd who were so frightened by the flash of light from his sharp ax that they paralyzed their legs on the ground and couldn't move. But even so, those people still held the paintings and compared them one by one, for fear of misplacing them.
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When the painter walked up to Yifeng and carefully compared whether he was consistent with the person in the painting, Caixi heard a "chuff" and covered her face with a smile. Seeing that the surroundings suddenly became quiet, she put down her clouds.
Xiu, stepped forward to hold Yifeng's arm, and looked at the person doing the painting with disdain, "You don't even have eyes, do you? You can't even see this? Is the man in the painting even remotely comparable to my brother? Look at it all
We've been walking around for a while, and it's clear that there's no one you're looking for here! Get out of here!"
The man with the scar was stunned when he saw his men being yelled at by a little girl. His face suddenly felt dull, and he felt annoyed. The ax in his hand had already been struck. Unexpectedly, before he could lift the ax, he already felt a stinging pain in his wrist.
It was heartbreaking. In an instant, the sharp ax fell to the ground, and cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck. He lowered his head and stared at the ax that was only a few centimeters away from his right foot, and sighed in his heart that it was so dangerous.
After a long while, I looked up and saw everyone looking at each other with shocked expressions on their faces.
Only the two men and women in front of them looked indifferent, not paying any attention to his actions just now, and they felt the pain in their wrists suddenly intensified, piercing into their hearts. When they raised their heads to look at the woman in purple, they saw the corners of her eyes and between her noses.
The corners of his mouth suddenly started to bleed, and his face turned gray.
Suddenly the woman grinned at him, her white teeth looking particularly weird under the firelight. Jie Jie's laughter reached her ears. The scarred man raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Shi Meng and muttered, "You?"
You? Blood? Blood! So much blood! You..."
He was already incoherent at this moment, looking around the yard in a panic. Unexpectedly, the mist had filled the air, "Ah! Ghost..." Before he could finish his words, he had already run away with his head in his hands, even the sharp ax under his feet.
Too bad to take it away.
Seeing that the boss suddenly became so crazy, and seeing that everyone behind him was frightened, the painter recalled that he had heard people say that this house had been abandoned for many years, no one lived in it, and it was suspected to be haunted.
Now that things are like this, there must be a ghost. Putting aside the mist that appears inexplicably, let's just talk about the unkempt man in the corner. Although he never raised his head, I always felt that his eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps, and he was really cautious.
As he thought about it, he became more and more frightened. As soon as he threw the painting in his hand, the person disappeared in a flash. Others saw this and ran away.
"Sister Meng, are all these people infected with madness? They broke in for no reason, and then ran away like this? It's really strange!" Little Xu Zhen tugged on the hem of Xi Meng's skirt, her big eyes flickering, with a puzzled look on her face.
Shi Meng's sullen face finally relaxed when he asked this question, and she smiled softly, "Xiaozhen, don't be afraid!" He patted little Xu Zhen's head and said to the tired people in the yard.
He said, "Everyone, please go back and have a rest. They probably won't come back again."
"Brother Feng, let's go. Let's go to bed! Xiao Xi is so sleepy!" Seeing that Yifeng's blue eyes were always on Shi Meng, Cai Xi felt a little unhappy. After raising her sleeves and yawning, she held her arm with him.
He stretched out his arms and walked towards the house, completely ignoring the look of helplessness on Yifeng's face.
"Meng'er! You should also go to bed early!" When Yifeng was dragged to the door by her, she still couldn't help but look back and said.