Jinghe scratched his head, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.
"Otherwise, whatever you want to do, you won't be able to escape." Yun Tuan divided the things he bought into small cans, "When it gets dark, let's go out."
Jing He's dark eyes widened. After a few hours of sleep, the red blood in his eyes disappeared. He came closer and asked in a lower voice:
"Do you Chinese majors know how to drive away puppets and corpses?"
Yun Tuan pressed his eyebrows and said, "I study literature, not Taoism."
"Then how did you..."
"There is no need to overwhelm one's skills." She said, using cinnabar to draw a few scenes and completely incomprehensible symbols on the yellow paper.
The lines are twisted and twisted, and there seems to be some order in the chaos. When you start writing against the trend, you will end up with a sharp edge.
Jinghe took one, maybe it was an illusion, the wet handwriting seemed warm.
Is this a skill that people who study literature should have?
She worked for a while, then contacted the uncle who was selling paper money with round square holes in the store, and made an appointment for a night trip. Then she put the things into two backpacks and handed them to the stunned Jinghe.
"Aren't you afraid of social problems? Why are you so smooth and natural in communicating with people? I thought you would be the type in the dungeon...to just walk away when you see someone."
Jinghe took the backpack and smiled.
He was weighing it up, and when he was thinking that he had gotten a bunch of high-end equipment without spending any "money", the girl added coolly——
"I took your share of the expenses with your live broadcast elf this morning. If there is anything left, please pay it back first."
Yun Tuan flexed his fingertips and then answered the question slowly, "The definition of social fear is too broad. I am only afraid of people who need long-term contact and cannot become friends. I am afraid of aborigines or anchors who have only met each other once."
, there is no need to be afraid."
She hung a few bags of dehumidifier in a conspicuous place. It was not very effective, but it could also provide some comfort.
Jing He observed the little girl's expression with his peripheral vision, and he quietly checked the account balance.
I don’t use it much.
However, under normal circumstances, the live broadcast wizard only listens to the player himself. How did she call out his live broadcast wizard?
Thinking about it, Jinghe asked another question, "Last night, you said it was early April, Qingming Festival. I looked at the date and it has already passed."
Yun Tuan yawned, "Oh, you're talking about the Gregorian calendar, the actual date hasn't arrived yet."
"Ah?"
Jinghe's mind was filled with beeps, and his attention suddenly increased.
"The Qingming Festival is very fierce, so we can't spend it on the same day, and it always rains during this period. By the way, can you recite Du Mu's "Qingming"?"
"Of course, I will have memorized it in elementary school - it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and people on the road are dying. I asked where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village."
But after carrying it, Yun Tuan didn't explain, he just put the backpack in the back room.
"Just be more careful. If you hear your name being called in the fog later, don't reply." She stretched out, looking even more tired than Jing He who had stayed up all night.
"What?" Jing He became more and more panicked as he listened. The painting style of this copy was too weird. "Why don't we just rest and wait for others to complete the task before taking action?"
"What is your mission?" Yun Tuan walked to the room inside and asked casually.
"Find the suspect's body?"
Before closing the sliding door, Yun Tuan suddenly added: "Cows will suffer from diarrhea if they eat grass mixed with too much rainwater."
Jinghe was stunned, eating grass... having diarrhea...
That’s right, who grazes cows on rainy days! Don’t shepherd boys always take their cows to the rich grassland on sunny days and lie there all morning!