Facing a group of people in strange clothes, he seemed like an alternative.

There were so many people moving around, it was even harder to find the small token.

He slapped his forehead and really wanted to slap himself twice, but suddenly he looked up and saw a building that seemed familiar to him.

Under the red-painted poplar square pillars are two large, rounded stone plates. On the top of a beam, tens of thousands of rivets are used to inlay a set of beautiful flower bridles. I don’t know which dynasty’s craftsmen were so skilled.

The craftsmanship of carving sets and rivets.

"Credit Rabbit Street?"

He strolled over, muttering silently to the vague handwriting on the street.

Suddenly I remembered that this was the stone plate I passed by when I first entered Xicheng.

Maybe the thing was lost at that moment.

There is often a smell of urine next to the pillar at the foot of the street. At night, the smell fills the throat. It is only around this street that there are only one or two shops opened by local businessmen.

Using the bright lights on the street, he searched carefully inside and outside, but still couldn't find the lost thing. Just when he was about to leave dejectedly, a crisp sound of wind chimes attracted his attention.

He looked towards the place where the sound came from, and saw a large number of people crowded in front of a dimly lit grocery store.

Those people were all wearing weird clothes, and even when they were cheering happily, I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Qiao Zixiao stopped and raised his toes to look through the passers-by, but none of the people singing and dancing there were real people from the West City.

What exactly had Xicheng gone through to become like this? He sighed and continued to search for the token with the faint light, when suddenly his vision went dark, and three or four Japanese people came and blocked the front.

"Move your steps politely, and please leave before I do anything!"

Qiao Zixiao was a little surprised when several Japanese samurai wearing kimonos in front of him yelled this sentence with a bad accent. He raised his head and looked at the street again, and found that it was because he had stepped through this door.

It's a bit puzzling when I think about it. Xicheng is supposed to be a people from Xicheng, but why do these Oriental people seem to be the masters of this land?

He pointed to the street above his head in a tentative tone: "You are not allowed to pass here?"

Perhaps because they have never had such a question, or perhaps because they have become accustomed to it, the warriors almost burst out laughing when they heard this. One of the warriors suddenly turned cold and pointed to the ground seriously, and then pointed behind him.

Neat streets: "This is our territory all the way from here. Before the sun goes down, Commander Hanaya will grant you pardon for wandering. What else do you want?"

Qiao Zixiao sounded angry and funny. He had never seen anyone occupying other people's land and still pretending to be noble.

At this time, the anger in his body gradually became uncontrollable. He stopped talking and looked at the several warriors coldly.

At the same time, the warriors noticed the special murderous aura in the newcomers. They looked at each other and made fighting gestures.

It was a busy street, and the two sides looked at each other angrily. Qiao Zixiao didn't take action for a long time. He suddenly turned into a smiling face, nodded and walked away.

After turning around, he let out a deep breath, and the old disease caused by the attack of Qi and blood on his heart immediately recurred. He coughed violently, and a few drops of black blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

He was immediately surprised to find that his arms began to twitch, and he hurriedly suppressed the surging blood in his chest.

When the few warriors saw this, they thought that Qiao Zixiao was as scared as those others. At this moment, they laughed even more arrogantly, their ferocious faces full of contempt and ridicule.

After they walked away arm in arm, he turned around and looked deeper with a different look, but accidentally found the token at the door of an Asian shop.

Going in again at this time might get him into trouble. If he took action, those Japanese people would be of course not a problem, but he had no idea what the situation was like now.

Qiao Zixiao was not that stupid. He knew very well that a momentary impulse could not change everything, but the feeling was so painful that it hurt to the very core of his heart.

It turns out that when I walked into this world, I discovered that what is deep is not the sophistication of the world, but the things that I know but cannot change.

He kept what happened today firmly in his mind, and could neither forget nor dare to forget. He had a different mentality regarding whether the token should be retrieved.

In such a large West City, the only place to rest at night was on the street. He sat down on the spot and took out the uneaten half of the pancake from his bag.

Before midnight, the people on the street gradually disappear, and this is also the coldest time here. The moon in the blurry sky forms a large enclosure around it.

"Xiaoyao..."

A sound woke him up from his dream, and Leng Yuehantian broke into cold sweat all over his body. The sudden pain made him almost scream, and the silent roar and the ethereal figure in the dream became the only anesthetic drug.

It’s the beginning of autumn again. Every time a solar term comes, the pain of a broken arm will come back. Even at a young age, the root cause of the disease has already taken hold.

Torture is the best way to forget, but long-term torture has made Qiao Zixiao unwilling to give up. He is obsessed with the past and cannot get out.

"Is it a dead person?"

"It doesn't seem like that. I've never seen this person before..."

"He's a beggar. Forget it. Stop hanging around here. It'll be bad if you get into trouble."

In the early morning, a group of curious eyes gathered on the street, and the noise dispersed. Of course, insensitivity became a common problem.

It's not their fault, after all, what happens here can never be changed by them.

After resting for a night, the moment he opened his eyes, he only saw many dissipating figures.

The sky was a little gloomy, and as soon as he woke up, he shouted in a panic: "It's over, it's over, I overslept!"

He rubbed his head and looked at the street behind him. The bright street did not have the same atmosphere as last night, but suddenly he felt the oppression here.

Where are the people from last night?

Is it really because of the gift before sunset?

Inexplicable thoughts swirled in his mind, and he seemed to be pushed to the door on the street by will. Suddenly he woke up from what happened last night and hurriedly took a step back.

When he saw the expressionless Xicheng people hurriedly rushing to the street, he stepped into the street.

In the lattice windows on the left and right are some people wearing different clothes, but it's like they just came here yesterday, and the colors on the faces of these people in strange clothes are very rich.

He looked around and finally stopped in front of the store he saw last night, but there was a sound of snoring coming from the store where only half of the door was exposed.

After checking the surrounding environment, he was sure that this was the store he saw last night. After thinking for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Is anyone here?"
Chapter completed!