It would be great if Xiao Qian was by my side. I could keep chatting away to relieve my boredom, and I wouldn't have to worry about this remote, boring, long and cold alley.
Xue Hu left, Long Zhutian left, her master left, her uncle died, and Xiao Qian became a baby. These people who were so important to her could no longer be by her side to accompany her.
Do you really want to have five shortcomings and three shortcomings, and end up alone?
Thinking about it, she felt a little sad.
It was not that she had no nostalgia for Long Zhutian's repeated farewells, but she was afraid that something would happen to him when he was around her, so she forced herself to miss her and let him leave.
The reason why Xuehu suffered a natural disaster might also be because of her.
And uncle and master...
As she thought about it, she became upset.
"Little nephew——"
Suddenly she heard a familiar voice.
"Uncle Master?"
She looked up in surprise and looked forward.
She saw her uncle standing under the flickering street lamp not far away, smiling and waving to her.
"Uncle Master——"
She was crying and her voice was choked as she ran forward and shouted.
Who would have known that as soon as she approached, he would move away again, always standing under the streetlight and waving.
Yang Zimei continued to chase...
As she chased after him, she suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
Uncle Master seems to be waving under the flickering streetlight, but his direction seems to be walking straight ahead. How come he keeps seeing the same streetlight?
Do all the street lights in this alley look the same?
Yang Zimei remembered that he had walked through this alley during the day before. He remembered that there were only three street lamps in this alley. He had passed at least a dozen street lamps when he was chasing his uncle just now.
Moreover, I ran so fast, why haven't I walked out of this alley yet?
"Little nephew..."
Uncle Master stood in front and waved again. The street lamp beside him seemed to be the same as the street lamp he was standing on, also flickering brightly and darkly.
The more she thought about it, the more something was wrong, so she took out a red rope from her bag and tied it to the lamppost next to her, and then chased after her uncle.
As soon as she chased after him, her uncle disappeared again. He was still standing under a streetlight in front of him and waving to her.
When she saw the red rope wrapped with her own hands on the lamppost next to her, her blood froze.
"How is this going?"
She reached out to touch the red rope.
Yes, it was her who tied the knot.
I was clearly walking forward just now, why did I come back to this lamppost?
She continued to chase her uncle unwillingly, but the result was the same. She still returned to the lamppost tied with a red rope.
"Uncle Master, how can you play with me like this?"
She yelled angrily at Tamaki in front of her.
Yu Zhenzi didn't answer her, but just waved, his voice was vague, "Little nephew——"
Yang Zimei began to suspect that he was hallucinating.
Even if she is a ghost, my uncle shouldn't joke with her like this.
She closed her eyes, listened, and found that there was no sound of air flowing around her, as if she was in a dead place without any life.
How is this going?
She opened her eyes again.
The street lamp next to me was flashing on and off, which was indescribably weird.
The street lamp with the uncle in front of him was also flashing at the same frequency, going on and off, but it did not cast any light or shadow on the uncle's face.
Yang Zimei opened his eyes to see, and found that it was still the same, without any change.
The Heavenly Eye seems to have lost its effectiveness here, and even the evil spirit cannot be seen at all.