"There are soldiers outside! Soldiers! People with cold weapons to arrest people!" Xiaoyin explained to the fool with bared teeth and claws.
"We are not thieves, why are we afraid of the police?" The fool got up and patted the dust on his clothes.
"They have a smell." Baomu said, rubbing his nose.
"What does it smell like?"
"It smells... of wood..."
"Wood?" The fool narrowed his eyes, "Didn't you just say you smelled cold weapons? Why did it turn into wood again?"
"It's different. The cold weapons are what they carry, and the smell of wood comes from their bodies."
It was hinted that Mucai used cold weapons, and Yin Yang reported it.
"Ignore the wood for now," Xiaoyin looked out the window, "This city is so strange, why did we come in suddenly? Could it be that Wu Ren plotted against us and packed us up and sent us to that king's world?
."
"It seems like this at the moment." Baomu also moved to the window and looked out.
"But it's still very beautiful here. If that king really created the world, then he has good taste."
The fool sneered, but he leaned toward the window honestly.
Three faces looked at this painting-like city through the small green window.
Suddenly, a red face suddenly appeared on the other side of the glass.
"ah!"
"ah!"
Xiaoyin and Baomu were so frightened that they leaned back, knocking down the fool behind them, and the three of them fell into a ball.
"Pah! Pah!..."
The red face was pressed against the window, and a pair of big red hands slapped the window.
"What the hell is this?!"
The fool climbed up with great effort, keeping Xiaoyin and Baomu behind him. The three of them looked at the strange man from a distance.
"Why does it look like a person..." Xiaoyin said, grabbing the fool's clothes.
Baomu shrugged his nose, "The smell of blood."
"Help me..." The hoarse voice of the little red man reached their ears through the window, "Help me... Please help me... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."
Only then did the three of them see clearly that this red thing was actually a person covered in blood!
"Brother fool, he said he was going to die."
The fool nodded, "I see."
"Then we are going to..."
"What if he is a bad guy?" Xiaoyin grabbed the fool and shouted softly, "After all, there are only three of us."
Is three a few people?
The man stopped and rested for a few seconds, then turned his head slightly, as if he had discovered something, and started beating harder.
"Help me, help me! They are coming! Please let me in!..."
Baomu was also excited, "Those guards are back again!"
The three of them looked at each other awkwardly.
no.
Still saved.
As soon as they hit it off, the three people quickly opened the small window, and a pair of bloody hands reached in tremblingly. The fool grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged the man into the small warehouse with just a single move.
Baomu quickly closed the window behind him.
At the same time, the sound of the steel nails of the Guards' boots hitting the gravel road surface sounded from around the corner.
The man gasped and thanked, "Thank you...thank you..."
Xiaoyin didn't care about getting the man's blood and directly reached out to cover his mouth.
The footsteps passed by the window again and disappeared.
"It's gone, it's gone, it scared me to death, but it's okay..."
Xiaoyin raised her hand and patted her chest.
"Sister Xiaoyin, why is he not moving?" Baomu pointed at the man and asked.
As if he had been soaked in blood, every part of his body was covered in red, and he was lying on the ground motionless.
"I'm afraid you're suffocating me to death." The fool said and looked at Xiaoyin.
"What does it have to do with me? Don't talk nonsense!"
The fool shook the man's body vigorously, twice, and he coughed violently and woke up.
"Who are you? How did it happen?" Xiaoyin quickly leaned over and asked.
"I... I am a person with superpowers who sneaked into the royal city, and I am a member of the General Assembly..." The man said breathlessly, "Quickly inform the General Assembly... Seven days after the birthday... it is the death anniversary of the Mother Goddess...
The King God will... release all... everyone to find... on that day..."
The man covered in blood breathed out his last breath, grabbed the fool's right hand and pulled hard, his throat made a whimpering sound, his chest gradually became lower, he opened his mouth feebly, closed his eyes and stopped moving.
***
Keller Street, Monina Square.
In front of the flower hall.
It was past midnight, the darkest time before dawn.
The lights in the flower hall have been turned off.
Christmas is over.
A figure appeared silently beside the street lamp.
The street lamp is also made of brass, very low, about one story high, and the lampshade is engraved with patterns of flying birds.
The man walked slowly and came to the place where the commotion had just occurred.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The night watchman, banging his oak gavel, turned from the square onto the long street.
"At three quarters in the morning, ghosts appear... At three quarters in the morning, ghosts appear..."
"Is this a flower hall?" The man stepped out from the shadow of the street lamp and asked the night watchman.
The night watchman looked at him warily, "This is the Flower Hall, it's so late, what are you looking for?"
"I asked along the way and wasted some time," the man said with a relieved smile. "I heard that there was a commotion here just now. Leader Urza captured a pariah thief. I also lost something a few days ago. I am very curious about it.
Not the same thief."
The light shone on his face, revealing a thin and cold face beneath the deliberate smile.
This is the Taoist priest.
"You didn't come to the Flower Hall for the Christmas celebration?"
"I...I overslept," the Taoist priest smiled and scratched his head. "My neighbor told me that before the celebration in the Flower Hall ended, Chief Urza caught a thief on the street."
"He didn't tell you what the thief stole?"
The Taoist priest shook his head.
"Then he is not as clear as I am," the night watchman raised his chin slightly, "I was on the street at the time, and I happened to see it. The thief stole the king's treasure. She stole the wishing bottle from the king's city!"
"Oh my god," the Taoist priest pretended to be surprised, "How dare you steal a wishing bottle? What does such a rampant thief look like?"
"You may not believe it, but this thief is a teenage girl and an incompetent pariah," the night watchman said mysteriously, "and, they all say she looks like the last wanted criminal, that's the name
Very weird too, Liao Yilan!"
"Liao Yilan?"
The night watchman nodded seriously, "It looks like Liao Yilan when he was a child, but this thief is a pariah, so I guess he just looks like him. What a coincidence. On Christmas Day, the person who looks like Liao Yilan and the missing wish
The bottles appear together, you say it's a coincidence..."
The Taoist priest nodded very perfunctorily.
"Where is the thief now? The things I lost..."
"Of course in the pariah camp," the night watchman raised the oak gavel again, "In my opinion, that means she has no psychic powers at all. Captain Koehler will send her to the Undead Prison if he finds out that she has any psychic powers.
That's what I meant when I looked at Captain Koehler."
"Alas," the Taoist priest sighed, "the prison of the dead and the untouchable camp are not the same..."
"How can this be the same?" the night watchman's eyes widened. "If you enter the untouchable camp, you may still have a way to survive, but if you enter the prison of the dead, it will really be no different from death!"
The Taoist Master said goodbye to the night watchman with a look of regret.
Expression changes suddenly.
Dalit camp.
Find there as soon as possible.
Tomorrow is the day when I put it on the shelves. Thank you all for your tolerance and care for so long. I love you!