Chapter 63
"..."
Zhang Lan was speechless for a moment, then suddenly reacted: "Do you remember what happened in the cage?"
Zhou Xu: "Yes, I have such a good mind, why don't I remember?"
Zhang Lan became more alert: "Then do you have any impression of the Shen family?"
Zhou Xu: "Yes, my brother is a coward, my brother..."
He suddenly got stuck.
Zhang Lan: "What's wrong, brother?"
Zhou Xu thought for a while and said, "Very confusing."
Zhang Lan: "...What kind of magic is this?"
Zhou Xu: "Sometimes it looks like vegetable chicken, and the next time it looks like beef."
His mind was really clear and he remembered everything before and after, so he picked two key points and said: "When he entered the cage, he possessed the mannequin and asked Xie——"
Zhang Biling scolded him: "Call me brother."
Zhou Xu turned a deaf ear: "Xie Wen only has his upper body, and his brother only has his lower body. Auntie, imagine this."
Zhang Lan couldn't imagine what Xie Wen was doing with only his upper body, and he was a little intoxicated.
Zhou Xu added: "But he can make a puppet, a snake."
He wanted to say that it was very cool, but in front of him was Zhang Yalin, and he felt that there was nothing to say.
He didn't mention it much, but Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin subconsciously regarded it as "a little snake", which was no different from making a bird or rabbit.
After hearing this, they could basically confirm that the disciple of the Shen family was not strong enough to be on the map. As for why the line where everyone died jumped up...
Maybe it was just a little bit affected, and there probably won’t be another time.
However, out of caution, Zhang Yalin still said: "Isn't there a shortage of people in Ningzhou's rotation right now? Why don't you give him a try?"
"Okay." Zhang Lan turned to Zhou Xu and Zhang Biling and asked, "By the way, what is his name?"
Zhou Xu was stunned for a moment: "Damn, I forgot to ask."
Zhang Lan: "..."
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Zhang Lan left in a hurry and missed Wen Shi perfectly.
Xie Wen sent them to the corner of the street, watched them get into the car, and then returned to Xiping Garden. Unexpectedly, the car drove a few meters away, and when he heard it, he said to the driver: "Go to Eternal City."
Xia Qiao was stunned.
When the car stopped in front of the square, the night was dark. When Wen Shi got out of the car, he saw that there were still the last batch of shops in the mall with lights on and the scroll doors half open, as if they were about to close at any time.
This scene is so similar to that in a cage, Xia Qiao still has lingering fears: "Brother, why do you have to come here again? Why don't you go home?"
"I'm looking for something." Wenshi said.
The reason why he took the umbrella at that time was out of the judge's instinct, he wanted to unlock it when he knew there was a cage. Secondly, the moment the female driver handed the umbrella to him, he smelled a familiar smell again—his own smell.
When we say "smell", we don't actually mean seeing, but perceiving.
Xia Qiao was quite smart and knew that he must have felt traces of the spirit again. Then he followed Wenshi around the Eternal City, then entered the shopping mall and went upstairs along the escalator.
"Brother, is it difficult to find the spirit form?" Xia Qiao couldn't help but ask, "There are traces there, why haven't they been found for so many years?"
When smelling: "There was no trace before."
Xia Qiao was stunned: "Huh?"
He digested it for a while before he understood what Wen Shi meant: "You mean, there haven't been any traces of it for so many years?"
When hearing it: "Yeah."
For a long time, he wondered whether his spiritual form was lost or if it completely disappeared for reasons he had forgotten.
It wasn't until he came out of the Wuxiang Gate this time that he finally caught two traces.
This is already progress.
But maybe it was because he had been separated from the spirit for too long, and this kind of perception always disappeared so quickly that he had no time to react. He walked through the mall and smelled it again when he passed a store, but when he walked twice, the smell disappeared.
Unsurprisingly, that store was Laosong Stationery Wholesale. But the scroll door of the shop was locked tightly, as if it hadn't been opened for many days.
There are two other shops open on the corner of the third floor, one is Chuji Rice Noodles and the other is Mrs. Xu’s Sewing. Wenshi thought for a while and planned to ask Lao Song where he was.
There were three or two customers in the rice noodle shop. They were chatting with the boss while eating. Judging from their familiarity, it was almost certain that he was also the shop owner here and had dinner here before leaving.
When the boss used iron clamps to hold the casserole and put it on the guest's table, the soup in the pot was still boiling. Anyone who passed by could hear the gurgling sound, and the rich aroma was accompanied by a large cloud of hot steam.
Wen Shi was walking towards the sewing shop with half-closed eyes, but when he glanced at the boiling casserole with his peripheral vision, he stopped for a moment.
He suddenly thought of Xie Wen's crowded second floor of Xiping Garden for no reason, and of the pot of hot soup on the old wooden table. If it is the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter, the white mist on the soup surface must be very heavy, and it is so hot that it can smoke your eyes.
"Brother?" Xia Qiao was a little confused when he saw that he suddenly stopped leaving.
When Wenshi blinked, he quickly came back to his senses: "Huh?"
Xia Qiao followed his gaze and saw several pots of hot rice noodles. He asked a little uncertainly: "Are you hungry?"
"No." Wenshi pinched his knuckles with his hanging fingers and walked away, "I'm possessed."
Xia Qiao: "?"
Mrs. Xu was sitting next to the sewing machine, wearing a pair of reading glasses, twisting the thread and threading it into the machine. She does wear an old-fashioned fake bun, but she's not as old as she looks in the cage.