Zhiqiu has never been out at night since she was frightened by the assassin carrying a lantern last time, but she still went to the small book shop on time during the day, so the young lady wanted to take the opportunity to say Xiao Zhiqiu to the point where she could not help.

Anyway, in the five or six days when Zhiqiu disappeared, Yan Yuan still did not let go of his hostility towards him. Whether he was drinking or doing other things, in the eyes of the eldest lady, if he didn't come to the small book shop, Zhiqiu would be scolded.

The old shopkeeper has been away for a long time, but as the old shopkeeper's daughter, Yan Yuan didn't care at all, nor did he show a slight anxious expression. What's strange is that Zhiqiu Tiantian yelled when the old shopkeeper would come back.

However, every time Yan Yuan was asked this question, he would not answer positively, but would just say it lightly, it was soon.

So Zhiqiu never asked again. In fact, the purpose of his question was very simple, just to ask the old shopkeeper to teach him some kung fu.

In short, it is the kind of kung fu that does not have to suffer.

In the past, a young man in armor said he wanted to teach him, but the young Zhiqiu agreed.

However, on the first day of practice, Zhiqiu broke his bones, so he never practiced Kung Fu again.

At most, he was a chaotic fist, and I don’t know who taught him.

Yan Yuan was staying in the small book shop today, and she was not lying on the chair in the yard to bask in the sun. She was holding an abacus to calculate some accounts, and her expression frowned from time to time. Zhiqiu happened to see it, so she walked over and joked, "Oh, Miss, look at your method of fiddling the abacus. Is this the first time I settle the accounts?"

Yan Yuan rolled her eyes back, ignored Zhiqiu, and just stopped fiddling with the abacus. She suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where is your enemy?"

Zhiqiu was a little stunned: "What enemy?"

"It's the assassin carrying a lantern!" Yan Yuan said while gesturing as he lifted the lantern.

But after Zhiqiu saw it, a cold wind blew up behind him. Anyway, he never wanted to recall the person's appearance. He casually said, "Didn't that person disappear on the spot?" He also gestured to Mr. Wen's actions that night, "Mr. Wen waved his hand gently on the corpse, and the corpse disappeared."

After hearing this, Yan Yuan nodded and said lukewarmly: "Oh, I still hope he is here." She turned around, "If this happens, there will be no such a harsh sound beside me."

After hearing this, Zhiqiu left the small book shop without looking back.

Who is it? Why do you always look forward to me? Zhiqiu thought to himself. But he didn't care too much, but walked out with a brisk step.

He hasn't eaten sesame cakes for some days, especially the sesame cakes from the Qiao family in the west of the city.

Zhiqiu walked slowly along several streets. After a while, he found that the business of the Shaobian restaurant was not very good today, and there was no one in the store. After entering the door as usual, he shouted: "Boss, three big Shaobians!"

"Without meat filling?" An old man slowly walked out of the house. His steps were steady and powerful, and his body was still strong, but his hair was a little pale and his voice was full of energy. He was wearing a blue and black jacket, showing a little belly.

Zhiqiu laughed twice and nodded.

The old man remembered Qiu, and as for why he remembered him, the reason was quite simple. There was only such a young man who came from a store every time and liked to buy three big cakes.

After Zhiqiu left the store, he was shocked to see the street, and she was really sweating. If there were a few people scattered on the street when he just arrived, he found that it would be difficult for him to find a living figure on the street after buying the cake. He was afraid that he would repeat the same mistake, so he ran to Yushui Street without thinking.

But I held the three sesame cakes in my hand very tightly.

After finally running to the door of his house, he ran into An Wu, who happened to be back.

The young man saw Zhiqiu panting and asked curiously: "Zhiqiu, what are you doing sneakily? Why are you panting so hard?"

Zhiqiu didn't have time to answer, but he was still breathing heavily.

However, An Wu didn't seem to be in a hurry, staring at Zhiqiu with a smile, as if he was watching him laugh at him.

After Zhiqiu opened the door, he walked towards his well. After raising a bucket of water with ease, he started drinking it in big mouthfuls.

An Wu naturally followed, and he looked unwilling to give up and continued to ask, "Zhiqiu, what are you doing? Which family of people's wine was you stealing?" As he said, he seemed to believe it, and laughed loudly.

Zhiqiu looked at An Wu like a fool, and he said, "Have you heard of a man holding a big knife?" He said, and gestured, "This knife is about the same height as us, or even higher."

An Wu said lightly, obviously not believing it.

Zhiqiu sighed softly: "Believe it or not, I have to tell you that the man with a big knife will kill people at dusk and evening, and I don't know who to kill."

An Wu continued to say oh, but this time the word "oh" was even more contemptuous.

Zhiqiu saw that An Wu still didn't believe him, so he pulled An Wu out of Yushui Street. He turned to An Wu and said, "Look at this street, are there no people?"

An Wuda looked around, and he scratched his head and said angrily: "Zhiqiu, are you pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhiqiu was also a little angry. He was originally thinking about An Wu's safety, so he wanted to remind him kindly. He replied, "What's wrong with me?"

An Wu pointed to the street.

Zhiqiu turned his head again. He first wiped his eyes and then rubbed them.

This...why are there people on the street? He felt that when he ran over, there was no one on the street.

Zhiqiu thought he had read it wrong, so he deliberately trotted for a while, but it was dusk, but there were still people coming and going on the street.

Zhiqiu turned around a little despairedly, and he said softly: "An Wu, believe it or not, when I just ran over, there was really no one on the street. They were all hiding from the man with a big knife!" After he said that, he entered his door again, but the sound of slamming the door was a little heavy.

When An Wu saw Zhiqiu like this, he felt that Zhiqiu was not like a lie for the first time.

Although Zhiqiu did like to lie before, An Wu didn't think too much this time and went straight back to his house.

Today he still has a lot of books he hasn't read.

After Zhiqiu closed the door, he was walking in the broken yard. He was thinking about why these people were coming out of the street again? He clearly remembered that after he came out of the Qiao family pancake shop, he saw that there was no one on the street.

Zhiqiu is quite confident in his memory, so he always thinks that his memory has not deviated. He walked around the yard for two hours, and seemed to be unable to sleep.

In the end, he couldn't hold on anymore, and his eyelids were fighting. In the end, he had to comfort himself. He must have been frightened and was too sensitive to these things, so he was dazzled.

He comforted himself and then went to bed with peace of mind.

A young man muttered in a dream.

"Can I let me know your name before I die?"
Chapter completed!