After praying to God, Yang Zimei could not stop himself.
Xiao Qian was suffering from anxiety attacks when she couldn't be found.
After giving Song Xuan acupuncture, it was just past four in the morning and she was about to go out to find Xiao Qian.
"Lianyi, just stay with Mr. Song at home. I'm afraid that some accident will cause you to lose it again."
Lianyi looks so cute, but due to the catastrophe, its spiritual power has been restrained and cannot be used. Apart from being able to read minds and write, its other abilities are probably similar to those of ordinary puppies.
It looks so cute, it's hard to guarantee that it won't be taken advantage of by some ill-intentioned people.
What's more, a densely populated and complex metropolis like Guangyuan is really complicated.
Lianyi could read minds and naturally understood her thoughts and pain, so he nodded to reassure her.
Yang Zimei hugged it and then went out.
People in big cities are accustomed to going to bed late and getting up late.
Usually bustling with traffic, the bustling streets are deserted except for the occasional car passing by and the cleaners who get up early.
In order to find Xiaoqian more conveniently in the streets and alleys, Yang Zimei did not drive, but conducted a carpet-like search on foot.
She ran extremely fast, as if a white shadow flashed by in an instant.
Occasionally, one or two cleaners saw her figure. They blinked and found that she was gone. They thought they had encountered a ghost and shook a few times in fright.
Yang Zimei found the old town of Guangyuan City unknowingly.
This old city is not the residential old city where Song Xuan was located, but an industrial old city. It has been abandoned. The dark old walls have big red letters written everywhere.
Because it is sparsely popular and relatively old, it is filled with evil spirits.
Yang Zimei just walked in and felt that the temperature here was much lower than outside.
The floor of the alley here still retains the bluestone floor from hundreds of years ago. Few people walk on it, so everywhere is covered with moss.
While Yang Zimei was looking around, he suddenly heard the sound of someone wearing wooden clogs stepping on the ground from deep in the alley...
Kick him...kick...kick...
The wooden clogs are stepping on the bluestone, and the sound coming from the alley seems particularly long, particularly clear, and particularly harsh.
Yang Zimei also discovered that the time intervals and severity of the kicking sounds seemed to be the same, as if the walker was carefully measuring his steps as he walked.
If it were an ordinary person, such steps would be impossible.
Yang Zimei thought about the living dead Qingyun again.
The distance and weight of his steps were measured by the most precise instrument, with no deviation whatsoever.
She used Qinggong and ran over following the sound of clogs, and then she saw a strange scene.
She saw an old lady with her back facing her. She was wearing ordinary black clothes but wearing a pair of Japanese clogs on her feet. She was constantly lifting her feet, putting her feet down, lifting her feet, and putting her feet down...
But he didn’t even take a step!
She seemed to be just enjoying the sound of clogs hitting the ground!
What is this old lady doing?
Yang Zimei felt strange and didn't want to get into trouble. He was about to leave and continue looking for Xiao Qian, but found that the old lady suddenly turned around.
Seeing the old lady's face, Yang Zimei was a little stunned.
This old lady was none other than the old lady who proudly spent more than a billion on the blue star of the Jingming family at the jewelry show that day.