Chapter 112
Zhong Si and the others actually went to the cage that day. The cage itself is not too troublesome, it is enough for these young disciples to learn without falling into any dangerous situation.
The only drawback is that it is a bit noisy.
Because there were several places in the cage where demons and monsters gathered together, the young disciples were able to see what real evil spirits were. They were so frightened that they completely forgot about the "gentleman's rules" they had learned on weekdays. A little field mouse with its tail between its legs.
The only one who didn't make a sound or move around was Wen Shi. He followed Chen Bubui all the time, listening to what Chen Bubui said, and occasionally nodding dullly.
The evil ghost's head rolled to his feet, and he just pursed his lips, took half a step back as if he was afraid it would get on his clothes, and then kicked the thing away.
This is just a very simple action, but it was quite shocking to Zhong Si and Bu Ning when they were young.
The "love-hate" relationship between children is very simple - they don't like whoever they think is bad. Whoever you think is powerful will instantly switch sides and put aside all previous grudges.
So in that cage, they admired each other with admiration.
After getting out of the cage, they chatted about this courageous junior brother until late at night. Because they were afraid of nightmares, Zhong Si and the others hugged the bedding together and huddled together while saying, "Junior brother must be sleeping soundly."
Little did they know that they had already dreamed twice, and the "very courageous" junior brother was still on the top of the mountain with his dark eyes open.
He wrapped himself in the quilt, because there was no flesh on his body, and there was only a small ball curled up on his side, like a silkworm chrysalis. The silkworm chrysalis remained motionless, silently staring at the dead branch hanging by the cabinet.
Because standing on the dead branch was the second living thing in the room - a golden-winged roc half the size of a palm.
Wen Shi's eyes were very dark, and the child's eyelashes were always deep and thick. Staring at someone like this without blinking always gave him a ghostly feeling. The golden-winged roc didn't know what he had done wrong to be looked at by the snowman like this.
So he didn't move when he heard it, and Lao Mao didn't dare to move.
He didn't blink, and Lao Mao didn't dare to blink either.
After staring at it for an hour, Lao Mao gave up and suspected that the child was cheating.
The oil lamp on the tea table was not extinguished, and the bright yellow bean fire burned quietly, reflecting in Wen Shi's eyes like a clear lake in the Songyun Mountain Col.
As a very powerful puppet, Lao Mao suddenly felt blessed and felt that the reason why the snowman endured it so much was because he forgot to put out the oil lamp that night and couldn't sleep with it shining in his eyes. It was very cold at night, and he was afraid of the cold, but he didn't want to get out of bed.
So for a rare moment of consideration, Lao Mao flew down from the dead branch and landed on the tea table. It was going to fan itself a little and put out the oil lamp.
Just when it raised its wings and was about to flap, the small bulge on the bed suddenly moved——
The snowman blinked slightly and showed a few fingers from the quilt in a condescending manner. The next moment, the puppet thread sprang out from his hand, clasped the mini golden-winged roc's feet, and dragged it away from the oil lamp.
Lao Mao was simply confused.
It didn't understand at first, what kind of puppet thread is this child wearing when sleeping? Is he practicing puppetry in his dream? Secondly, is this oil lamp something so valuable that it can’t even be fanned?
It wasn't until it saw Wen Shi that it quickly withdrew its hand from the bed, and then connected the first two points that it hadn't understood before, and finally came up with an immature guess - this kid shouldn't be afraid...
As if to confirm its guess, Wen Shi kept his dark eyes open all night, and stayed up all night. It wasn't until dawn and the sound of clinking tea cups in the master's room that he buried his face in the quilt and fell asleep.
Although Lao Mao was raised by Wen Shi, he was still a puppet after all. Taking advantage of the child's sleep, he flapped his wings and flew to the next door, and immediately told the real owner of the discovery.
Chenbuo was wearing a robe and was bending over to pour freshly brewed mountain spring water over a sky-green teacup. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment: "You haven't slept all night?"
Lao Mao Bird said in a birdish voice: "No."
But Chen didn't react too much, he just said: "I'm still young, I'll be fine after practicing."
He has always been a strict teacher in business matters, and no matter how indulgent he is, he will not be unprincipled. He had his own standards in mind. Although Lao Mao couldn't figure it out, he knew there was such a line.
Lao Mao thought that Chen Chuo would be stricter on the matter of "fear". After all, if you really want to take the path of being a judge, you are not a coward.
As a result, Master Yan had been working as Master for less than five days, and two patches of green appeared under his snow-white eyelids, which was caused by hard work.
"Whose bamboo bear cub is this for me to raise?" Chen Bubu lifted the snowman's chin with his fingers, looked at it, then lowered his hand and asked, "Why don't you sleep at night?"
He knows that Wen Shi likes to keep something secret in his stomach. He often knows the reason and will ask another question to induce Wen Shi to speak.
It turned out that the little apprentice was more stubborn than anyone else. He refused to mention his fear until he died, and just said "It's cold" when asked about something urgent.
It was not the first day that Chen Bubu had experienced his apprentice's harsh words, and he did not directly expose it. He only had someone carry a smaller couch and place it in the room.
After that, the young apprentice came and went many times every day. When passing by, his dark eyes would always stare at the extra bed, but he would not say a word.
On the contrary, Lao Mao, who was watching, stayed with him every day. He was almost dying of anxiety and wanted to speak for him.
After a while, Chen Chuuo didn't take his apprentice with him and entered a big cage alone. Although the cage was tricky, it was nothing to him. It was just that there were so many people who accidentally entered it that it couldn't stand, and there were also many people who wanted to die. While protecting the group of people, he sustained some injuries with his left hand.