"Someone is looking at us in that shop?" I said.

Yasha turned his head and looked at me along my sight, smiling disdainfully: "That's just a puppet, don't make up for it yourself."

I took a breath, closed my eyes and stretched out my hand: "It's not a puppet, it's a person sitting inside. Take a closer look."

Later, when I heard Yasha's voice, I became a little impatient. Without saying a word, I pulled me forward and kept talking, "I'm always nervous."

The more you go inside, the narrower the road becomes, and there are almost no small shops with lights on both sides. Only on the right, there is a street light at about fifteen meters apart.

The light of street lights is dark yellow. The reason why it turns out like this is because no one cleanses the light bulbs all year round.

The closed iron door, wooden door, or stone door, was blown out from the gap by the wind.

We have walked for more than ten minutes, and the road ahead seems to be very far away.

"It's not a solution for us to continue walking," I shouted. The echoes echoed in my ears over and over again.

"You have to go on and go back if you have no choice. You can go back yourself." Yasha Lengbing looked at me and said.

That won't work. If I go the wrong way, wouldn't it be bad?

"Two, who are you looking for?"

Yasha and I turned our heads almost at the same time and saw an old man with a crutch, hunched over and raised our heads and smiled at us.

Look around, there is no light on anyone's house, the light is dark, and we can't see the old man's face clearly. If it weren't for not speaking, the atmosphere would only be even more weird.

"We saw an acquaintance walking here, and we were worried that she would follow her," I explained.

"Acquaintances? There are at least a thousand people who come to us every day, but I have a good memory. Do you guys tell me who it is?"

I secretly poked Yasha's back with my hand, looked forward, and said, "It's Meng Po, have you seen him?"

"Hahaha, it turned out to be her."

"It seems you met?"

"Of course I met you, come, you guys follow me."

After thinking about it, I wanted to step forward. Yasha grabbed my hand from behind and whispered: "Do you know who he is? Are you sure he knows Meng Po? Don't trust anyone easily, including what you know!"

Yasha was warning me, and there was no intention of letting me follow me. However, the old man realized it himself, turned around and turned back from a distance, walked to us, and laughed a few times.

The old man knocked on the ground with the crutch in his hand, and he said, "This place is dark and humid, and everything is easy to appear. Today, you are lucky, of course, because you have strong yang energy."

Yasha interrupted the old man without any hesitation: "What the hell do you want to say?"

"I am a disguiser. I'm going out for a walk after dinner. The Meng Po you mentioned should have arrived at my house now."

"We're looking for her, can you take me to your house?"

"This." The old man touched his beard and looked at me. "You are Zou Zhou, are you?"

Yasha Shun pulled me behind him, and his tone was fierce: "Do you bring it or not? Don't ask any irrelevant things."

"Hahaha."

"Old man, he has this temper. Don't be angry." I apologized with a smile while stepping on Yasha's feet.

"It's okay, I just ask, and I understand his reaction. Don't worry, I'm just doing disguise and don't take any other work."

At the end of the sentence, the old man sneezes, covered his lips with his index finger, and then turned around and stretched out his left hand. He should have signaled us not to make a sound and follow us silently.

When you walk into a door, you will first see the main room. On both sides are side rooms with curtains hanging. A straight road leads directly to the main room, while the road divided in the middle leads to both sides.

On the inside of the road are two round flower beds, and the plum blossoms are blooming in full bloom.

Pure wooden houses can vaguely smell the smell of logs, although they are already very light.

The old man took us into the main room, with figures of women hanging on all sides, including oil paintings, watercolors, inks, and pure lines.

Every woman has her own beauty, and if you look closely, there will be almost no flaws.

There were paper, ink, pen and inkstone on one desk, and a woman's pink dress was placed on the chair.

Yasha and I sat on two chairs opposite the desk, watching the old man take the woman's clothes, hang them on the hook by the window, and slowly turn around and sit down.

The old man picked up a brush and knocked on the table with the end of the pen. Soon, he heard someone walking outside. After the door was opened, he saw a jasful woman in a small family holding a piece of yellow paper and delivering it to the old man.

"You bring her over to see me now."

After the old man said that, the woman took a light step and then brought Meng Po.

Seeing Yasha and I, Meng Po was naturally surprised. She didn't hear a word from the old man. She stared at me in a daze and clenched her fists hatefully.

"Mengpo, are you listening to me?"

Meng Po recovered and smiled and didn't know whether to nod or shake her head. The old man had a good temper and continued:

"Why did you find me?"

"I, I..." Meng Po turned her head to look at us, as if she could not speak.

"They are my guests, you say yours."

"It's nothing, I have something to do, so I'll leave."

The old man put down the brush, rolled up the written paper, opened the drawer, and put it inside.

"Wait, you need not say that I have guessed some of it. Since I was able to find the woman who changed faces with you, it must be because of this today, let's talk about it."

Meng Po was gritting her teeth and almost decided to say it.

"You swore to tell me that after changing faces, we would have the other person's face forever, but now, why did she appear with my face?" Meng Po said angrily.

"Oh? Impossible!" The old man shook his hand and retorted.

Po Meng slapped the table and pointed at me: "Ask her if she saw it?"

"Uh, I did see it, but there are some misunderstandings. Don't argue for now, what's going on with this face change?"

"This is the customer's privacy, we cannot say it." The old man politely refused.

"Forget it, now I'm not in the mood to continue talking, come back another day."

Seeing that Meng Po was about to leave, we had no need to stay, but the old man refused to let us go.

Say yes, we know some of his secrets and threaten us to hand over something that satisfies him. Otherwise, we will have no return.

After Yasha got angry, he gave the old man a few fists and led me out.

Fortunately, Yasha has good legs and feet, and it is no problem to have a few doors and a few groups of people.

Although I escaped, my knees pressed against the cracked wood slag when Yasha broke the door.

"Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense, do you give it a try?"

"You deserve it!"

"Is there anyone who speaks like this? You can see my knees covered in blood and I still say sarcastic words. Don't go too far!"

Yasha squatted in front of me and pressed my wound, "Your blood is treasure, don't flow away."

"Hey, are you still finished?"

"It's amazing."

When I stood up, the Yasha had already walked a few meters away.

"Hey, you're waiting for me!"

"Come on your own, who made you trust people so easily and even implicate me."

Yasha found that there was no one behind him, so he was willing to look back. Seeing that I was squatting in place and didn't move at all, he glared angrily: "Hey, don't pretend, go quickly!"

"No, I really hurt!" When did I pretend?

Yasha hesitated for a while, walked up to me, touched my knee: "Why do you feel like there is something inside?"

"Yes, it seems like the wood slag is embedded in it."

Yasha frowned, pushed away my hand, said to me not to scream, and then started to tear the wound apart bit by bit, and used his little finger to pick out two pointed pieces of wood slag.

"How is it now?"

“…”

"It should be fine depending on your appearance."

"Hey!" I was about to feel pain, and the guy was still blowing the cold wind on the side as if nothing had happened. "Wait."

"What are you doing?"

"It seems that there is this one too." If it weren't for my own flesh and blood, how could I call it Yasha?

"You women are really troublesome, especially women like you who always go out without any brains!" Yasha raised my chin with one hand, not allowed me to look at it. He was complaining, and he was not allowed to continue talking.

"I'm still a girl now, and I still don't know about you? Don't say it's like you once had many women."

I grabbed Yasha's arm and was about to stand up. When this guy heard me telling the truth, he was furious. He threw me away without saying anything, but pinched me.

"You don't have to walk so fast." I limped over and followed.
To be continued...