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Chapter 27 Red Umbrella
The sudden summer rain is getting bigger and bigger.The dripping sound of leaks along the eaves of the street, from pata pata, gradually gathered into a continuous sound of rushing water.

It was supposed to be the time for an au pair, but I didn't see many people on the street. Maybe it was so dark that the street was so dark that I couldn't see clearly from a distance.

Running with Wu Qing, there was also the never-ending wind. The trees along the street were shaken by the wind, and the rainwater accumulated on the branches was shaken down, pattering.

"This time, there is really no crossing."

Wu Qing ran from one roof to the other with a wry smile, the pain in his arm was second to none, and the heavy heart made him feel even worse.

Jiu Shoujian was sent away by that short and fat man, where could he find him?

For such a coincidence, Wu Qing was lucky once.

Jiu Shoujian is nothing but an iron rod.There are 40 people in Yujiang, looking for an iron bar?That's not too bad.

Judging by the accent, the short and fat man is still an out-of-town guy, if he goes out of town, it will be even more useless.

At least Zhou Zhihong had a name and surname, but that short and fat man really had no clue at all, which caused Wu Qing a headache even more than the chopping.It doesn't work by being ruthless.

I can only hope that the chunky man will come back, but who knows when.

Wu Qingsi thought about it, and when he passed a secret street corner, he took out the bell called "Jie Jie Sheng" from his pocket, took out the note from the bell body, shook it,
"The bell rings—"

Nothing.

Shake again.

"The bell rings—"

Still nothing.

"Damn, it's useless."

Wu Qing, who was hopeless, cursed.Ben also counted on the bell to give some mission reminders and the like.Nothing at all.

At the same time, I thought of my cautious attitude towards it two days ago - I specially stuffed it with a note and carried it with me - I was a little dull when I thought about it.

The note was no longer stuffed, and it was stuffed directly into the pocket. As Wu Qing moved, the bell continued to ring.

It lasted until Wu Qing almost thought that after the bell rang the morning before yesterday, all the missions he saw were just hallucinations until the middle of Bachi Alley.

In the heavy rain, Wu Qing, who lowered his head to avoid the rain, didn't notice the young woman who had walked only one step in front of her, holding a big red umbrella.

"The bell rings—"

The bell rang no different from before, but Wu Qing suddenly noticed that the coolness on the soles of her feet disappeared.

Eyes fixed on the past.

It was dark and turbid, flowing endlessly, the rain that cools his feet stagnated for a moment, and scattered in all directions, Wu Qing had a piece of dry and wet ground in front of his feet.

The drifting wind has no trace, and the flowing water has no shape.

But the rainwater strangely forms water characters on this distinct ground:
Umbrella Charm:
Indulging in the scent of incense in the world, the resentful soul attached to the oil umbrella, one of the thousands of ghosts in the underworld.

The traveling girl is charming, but she pretends to laugh and cry.A resentful soul has no body, how can the body be without blood?

A ghost who eats human blood in order to preserve his body and intimacy with his lover.

The taste in the world is happiness, and the most difficult thing is silence.

Please note: This is the first time you have seen through the power of monsters and monsters. If you successfully kill them, Jie Jie Sheng will officially recognize you as the holder!
Please note: This is the first time you have seen through the power of monsters and monsters. If you successfully kill them, Jie Jie Sheng will officially recognize you as the holder!
Please note: This is the first time you have seen through the power of monsters and monsters. If you successfully kill them, Jie Jie Sheng will officially recognize you as the holder!
After you are officially identified as the recipient, one of the two spells will be randomly unlocked.

One, Bensha.

Two, karma incarnation.

…………

Looking down at this text, Wu Qing's face was wrinkled into a walnut, and he didn't want to understand what he was talking about.

Wraith?ghost?What about trouble?

He asked himself involuntarily,

"Umbrella Charm?"

"Umbrella Charm?"

A crisp female voice stirred Wu Qing to look up like a sinister wind, only then did he realize that someone was standing at the other end of the field. It might be better to say that the field is at the same person's feet, like a manual (instructions).

The big red oilcloth umbrella came into view. Although he was asking, but the familiar and delicate face printed under the red umbrella did not show any doubts. He lay dormant under the umbrella, waiting for Wu Qing's answer.

There is no such weakness as Wu Qing has seen on the same face.

Xianglian, Wu Qing's neighbor.

Why is there no candle in her room, even in the darkest night?

Why does she always carry an umbrella, rain or shine?

Why does she like to seduce men, but she is not used to talking to younger men?
Why is her umbrella, bright red and dark red overlapped, like the color of an umbrella craftsman who is not skilled?

These thoughts flashed across Wu Qing's mind like lightning.

None of these are truly abnormal, none of them!
So when Wu Qing finished reading the characters formed by the flowing water on the ground and looked up to see Xianglian's cold and ashen face, Wu Qing's heart seemed to be pulled into the puddle beside the road suddenly.

It's abrupt, it's cold.

The stormy sea in the small ditch!
Wu Qing's mouth was like a rusty gear, and he opened his mouth "Kakaka" for a long time, but he didn't utter a word.

In the end, what made Wu Qing stop hesitating was that the rain curtain falling from the edge of the red umbrella suddenly shrunk.

The red umbrella was folded, and the sword-like tip of the umbrella suddenly broke through the flying raindrops and stabbed at Wu Qing.

Xianglian made the first move.

Never before has it been so fast, Wu Qing threw off the blouse wrapped around the single knife, intercepted the red umbrella with one knife, and missed the red umbrella,

"Chong."

The single knife slashed on the seemingly wooden red umbrella, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The two exchanged positions, still looking at each other through the rain curtain of an inch.

Rainwater flowed down from the shallow ditch between Wu Qing's eyebrows, eyes and nose, he gritted his teeth,
"Shan Mei is the umbrella ghost. The writing on the ground is so big, are you blind?"

As soon as you take a step, you have to cut it with a knife.

Xiang Lian glanced at Wu Qing's single sword with some trepidation, and shook the red umbrella in her hand.

"Ah Ching?"

An old voice came out from behind the closed door of Uncle Wu Qing's house.

Both of them froze when they heard the words, and their swords were on the verge of stagnation.

People don't want to implicate others.

The ghost doesn't want one more person to know that she is a ghost.

After silently looking at each other, Wu Qing looked over Xianglian's shoulder to the door of Xianglian's house.

Then there was a little more tacit understanding, Wu Qing took a step forward, Xianglian took a step back slowly, advanced again, retreated again, advanced again, retreated again, until Xianglian pressed her back against the door, took out the key, and opened the door with her hands behind her back. One step into the darkness.

Wu Qing glanced at the door of the third uncle's house, sucking teeth,

"You need to be bold when fighting in battle."

Single-handed Lingran followed in.

Wu Qing knew that if he didn't follow up, Xianglian would definitely come out, and Wu Laosan might be implicated.

Take care of your own affairs.

Under the very faint moonlight, Wu Qing could barely see two dry clothes hanging on the head of the bed when he entered the door, a kerosene lamp with a thin waist and a big belly glass cover and a small black box on the small table against the wall.

"despair."

Wu Qing gently closed the door with his heels.There was no more light in the house.

The door of the third uncle's house next door was opened at this time, and the strong wind and heavy rain fell on Wu Laosan's face. He looked left and right for a while, and there was no one in Bachi Alley, only the blood seeping from the cracks in the doors of each house. fire.

After Wu Laosan cursed in a low voice, the door was closed again, cutting off the wind and rain.

"Actually, we don't have a deep hatred."

In the dark, Wu Qing rustled, enduring the pain in her left hand, and first threw the bell in her pocket to the ground.too noisy.

Then he took off the drying clothes hanging on the head of the bed, and while drying the rain and blood on the single knife, he said,

"I'm not a racist, I don't discriminate against ghosts, especially female ghosts. You shouldn't disbelieve me, I just helped you, the four bastards in Yiwantang this morning, I beat you again in the afternoon .We don't need to live and die, do we?"

In the darkness, the cloth-soled embroidered shoes made a muffled sound of "咘咘" when they stepped on the ground quickly, and a trace of coolness pierced Wu Qing.

Wu Qing's ears moved slightly, and he lifted the knife to his chest,

"nail."

The tip of the umbrella was nailed to the blade, and a strong force was transmitted to the handle of the blade, causing sharp pain in Wu Qing's exhausted jaw.

A stream of rainwater left on the red umbrella was also shaken onto Wu Qing's face, it was very cold!

(End of this chapter)