The rain gradually fell and became more and more severe.

On the muddy road, huge raindrops were everywhere, and over time, a small pit of dirt was broken.

The areas close to the woods were blocked by a thick layer of fog. At first, you could see the general outline, but later, everything you saw was all white fog.

Because of the continuous autumn rain, Cross Ghost Street is not as lively as sunny. More or less, some small shops gradually become deserted.

The heavy rain today has dropped significantly. If it weren't for snack shops or autumn clothing shops, they would attract business from time to time, and the others have basically closed the door.

They all put on autumn clothes and went home to rest. They also cooked a meal with their family and chatted.

On rainy days, it is said that it is fast or fast, and it is said that it is slow or slow.

If you feel sad because it rains, such a person may only be in the Palace of Impermanence.

After skipping Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiu walked to the backyard in diameter and tied the back door with a bolt to avoid meeting him.

I took Qingyang and walked into the wooden house together. Just standing at the door, I could feel the helplessness.

Qingyang was puzzled and went to the main hall by himself, and their faces changed.

"Why don't Xiaobai come to see my mother?" Qingyang looked at Fan Wujiu's eyes, like raindrops falling outside the window, penetrated through and saw it.

Fan Wujiu paused, hesitated and reached out and touched his head gently. He quickly pulled it back and said:

"Your mother needs peace, let's take a look here and stop talking."

Qingyang suddenly covered his mouth with his little fleshy hands, but his eyes still couldn't take them away from Fan Wujiu.

At this time, Qingyang felt that Fan Wujiu was not as cold as before, but instead made himself feel a little warmth.

It seems that with him by my mother's side, I can rest assured without realizing it.

As for other things, Qingyang didn't think about it. The only hope was that his dear mother opened her eyes and looked at him earlier.

If Zou Zhou died because of this disaster, how should he and Xie Bi'an face their life from now on?

Fan Wujiu turned his back and sat on the threshold, staring at the rain line falling, thinking in his heart.

My palm couldn't help but press the solid ground, and my fingers were about to penetrate it.

He raised his cheeks slightly and then raised them again. The wind smacked the face with a few raindrops.

Cold, icy.

Even so, I am not as cold as I am disappointed at this moment.

What a feeling of disappointment that was that, Fan Wujiu shook his head when he thought of this.

His eyebrows were tied into a knot, and the corners of his mouth were all turned down.

The raindrops in front of me have restrained a little and become smaller.

Fan Wuji suddenly stood up, walked to the bed, and brought a chair to guard him.

Qingyang carefully moved behind Fan Wujiu and said in a very low voice: "I just saw my mother laughing, I must have dreamed of something interesting."

Fan Wujiu turned around in shock, stunned for a few seconds, and said slowly: "Is that so? That's fine."

"Yeah, I think my mother will wake up soon."

Suddenly, Fan Wujiu seemed to see Zou Zhou who was talking to him in Qingyang's eyes.

The two of them had similarities in their eyes, although he had never paid attention to this little guy or Zou Zhou before.

But Fan Wujiu had to think so.

"I...I want to drink water..."

Qingyang danced and pointed at Zou Zhou on the bed: "Listen, it's my mother's voice, she wants to drink water. I'll bring it to you now."

Fan Wujiu hadn't heard it, and Qingyang in front of him had already jumped away.

"Mom, you drink water."

In front of Qingyang, he seemed to have nothing to do, just watching.

"Um."

In this second, Fan Wujiu heard Zou Zhou's faint voice.

This sleep was very satisfying and made me have a beautiful dream. If I could, I would like to stay in it for a while.

When I gave up this idea, I realized that I could not find my way back.

From east, west, south, north, no matter how I change my direction, I always stay in the maple forest with leaves.

So, I began to get anxious, my feet running tirelessly.

As I ran, I had no strength to lean my back against a maple tree that was lit, and I couldn't control myself and closed my eyes.

When I was about to lose consciousness, I heard Qingyang's voice in my ears.

He called me one after another.

Opening your eyes, a dazzling beam of light shot down from the place above your head that was blocked by maple branches.

As if an angel had arrived, a road shining with golden light appeared before me.

Turning my eyes, I looked at the ceiling carefully, and it was my small wooden house.

I sat up from the bed and gradually became conscious. I saw Fan Wujiu staring at me.

"Is there something on my face?"

Fan Wujiu realized his actions and hurriedly left his sight, got up and approached the window: "No, just wake up."

Hei's words were extremely heavy. After looking at Qingyang, he continued, "Has I been sleeping for a long time?"

Fan Wujiu turned around and looked suspiciously: "You don't feel anything at all?" Obviously, he looked at his expression, "It's nothing, just wake up."

Dahei must have something to hide from me.

"Where is Uncle Xiaobai? Isn't he at home?"

"exist."

"Then why isn't he here?"

"He has something to do."

"That's it, I..."

"I won't say it, you can rest."

After saying this, Dahei walked out.

When I was quiet, I heard the sound of rain outside and asked:

“When did it rain?”

Qingyang jumped onto the bed and hugged Zou Zhou's arm: "It started to rain intermittently ten days ago, and it was particularly raining today."

"Oh. Then did I start sleeping ten days ago?"

Qingyang held his cheek with one hand and pointed one hand on Zou Zhou's face: "Well, yes. It was Manzhu who took care of you before, and Heibai went to work."

"This way...we are much better now, go out and have a look."

Qingyang held it, looked up in embarrassment and said, "Da Hei told me not to let you go out, have a good rest."

I pulled Qingyang through the backyard and arrived at the main hall. Xiaobai sat at the gate with his back facing me.

As for Dahei, he didn't see it, but he could feel it, the atmosphere was very strange and dull.

"Uncle Xiaobai, what are you doing?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Bi'an immediately turned around, was surprised to have squeezed out a face and moved it to his limbs.

It was like a machine, walking mechanically, approaching Zou Zhou, and after observing it up and down, the dead gray inside his eyes disappeared instantly.

"Zou Zhou? Are you Zou Zhou?"

"Well, I am Zou Zhou, Zou Zhou of Zou Kingdom, Zou Zhou of Zou Zhou." I agreed with a smile.

"Hahaha, you finally woke up...so good."

I woke up quite calmly. If the movement was a little bit louder, wouldn’t it be a sensation?

At this time, Fan Wujiu walked out of the study, holding the purse firmly in his left hand, without looking at Xie Bi'an, and sat opposite Zou Zhou.

After the wallet was thrown in the center of the table, Fan Wujiu opened the wallet again in front of the two of them.

In an instant, something that looked like a loach but like a little snake slipped out from inside.

Fan Wuji's eyes flashed with cold light, his hands were extremely fast, and he slapped the evil thing to death with one palm.

A twisted arc left on the desktop, and a stream of blue smoke emerged. Looking back, the arc turned into a burning mark.

"You see now that one of the evil things is dead." Fan Wujiu's hand was still covering the table. He left no gaps to remove his palm and blew his breath, and the black mark on his palm disappeared.

Xie Bi'an buried his head in guilt and didn't say anything.

"I, why didn't I understand what happened?"
To be continued...