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Chapter 514: Tea

It's getting foggy.

Night seems to come later in the red light district than in other places, but now it's time to take a rest.

The flashing neon lights gradually went out, and the last bit of light in this neighborhood disappeared.

Wow!

The rolling shutter door was pulled down, the man waved his hand, turned around and left the warm room.

The air became humid, with a layer of water droplets forming on the surface of his leather jacket.

"Hiss...it's quite cold."

Wu Zhuo rubbed his face covered with medical tape with his hands, trying to warm himself up in this way.

After realizing that this was of no use, he wrapped his coat tightly and stepped forward with a look of helplessness on his face.

Walking on the street on a foggy night...this is the task assigned by the divine messenger.

But only part of it.

Although he didn't quite understand it, it didn't stop Wu Huo from following it.

"It's almost time."

Wu Zhuo rummaged in his pocket and took out a small scarecrow.

Although it is obviously a handmade product, it is not rough, but smooth and neat, with not a single straw branch outside.

Made by Wang Jin.

He studied anatomy a lot in the dream world and knew the structure, size and features of the human body better than his own fingers.

There's nothing wrong with making a little scarecrow.

"I didn't expect the divine envoy to have such skills."

Wu Zhuo grinned, and that young face flashed through his mind again.

"Put in the vitality pill first..."

After looking around, Wu Zhuo plunged into the alley far away and started taking action.

"Hurry up, the fog is getting thicker and thicker."

Wu Zhuo murmured softly and stuffed translucent beads the size of soybeans into the scarecrow's chest and abdomen.

At this moment, the scarecrow's aura began to flow, and except that he could not move, he was almost the same as a normal person.

"Then there's the Blood Drop Talisman."

Wu Zhuo sniffed, took out a drawn yellow talisman from his pocket, bit off his fingertips, held it in his hand and began to mutter.

"The fog dissipates like a living person, skillfully relying on ten boats to borrow thousands of arrows."

"Hurry as the law dictates!"

Snap.

Following Wu Zhuo's movements, the yellow talisman mixed with blood was attached to the scarecrow's head.

The next second, the scarecrow stood up unsteadily and looked up at Wuhuo.

"Oh...it's really troublesome."

The latter sighed and waved his limbs along with the Materia Medica played on the Bluetooth headset.

The scarecrow on the ground was stunned for a moment, and then began to imitate clumsily.

Soon, its movements became more and more skillful, almost exactly the same as Wuhuo's.

"Well, it's almost done."

When the song ended, Wu Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved to the scarecrow.

The latter seemed to understand, running farther and farther with his two short legs, and disappeared in the thick fog.

"Oh...it's really amazing."

Wu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and murmured softly.

I didn't feel anything close just now, but after the scarecrow got into the thick fog, it seemed to get bigger and bigger, like a real person.

Whether it's the way he walks or the unique smell of zombie blood, there's no difference between him and Wu Yun.

It's a strange feeling to watch your other self running away.

"Of course it's magical. It's the body-possessing spell of the Tianshi Mansion. I don't know where Lu Zhishou got it."

A cold voice sounded. Shi Baibai patted the water droplets on his raincoat and opened his mouth to explain.

"That's it."

Wu Zhuo narrowed his eyes, then turned to look at the figure walking from the other direction.

"When Wang Jin called, I didn't quite believe it."

"I didn't expect that you are really not dead."

The middle-aged man in a white mandarin jacket put down the wine bottle and looked at Wu Zhuo with a somewhat unkind look.

After all, they were still fighting for their lives just a few days ago, so it's really not easy for them to cooperate suddenly.

"Hug, sorry."

Wu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say.

He has never had any friends of the same age since he was a child, and his ability to deal with interpersonal relationships is basically zero.

"Hey, the fog is getting heavier and heavier, so let's do some things first."

Shi Baibai stretched out his hand and patted Bai Jiu, then quietly gave Wu Hao a thumbs up.

"Brother Wuhuo, what's the next step?"

"Ah...next step."

Wu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then took out two bracelets from his pocket, kept one for himself, and handed the other to Bai Jiu.

"We both put on bracelets to prevent our breath from leaking out."

"Then it's all about waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

Bai Jiu frowned, but still took the bracelet.

"Not sure...that's what the angel said."

——

“I didn’t expect my little friend to know how to taste tea at this age.”

The old man named She Jun smiled and picked up the cold tea cup.

He had prepared this tea a long time ago, but it was a pity that it was delayed for too long and it was already cold.

"The elders in the family like it."

Wang Jin smiled, and the shrike's dark and murderous face flashed through his mind again.

This man usually only eats protein powder and tea. Occasionally, when he sees Wang Jin tortured by some secret formula and is in agony, he will also share his thermos cup.

Over time, Wang Jin was able to taste the differences between several types of tea.

"My little friend, I don't understand something."

She Jun narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Wang Jin.

He knew that there was more than one traitor in the Liu family.

It's impossible that Wang Jin didn't expect it.

But this young man took the initiative and asked She Jun to let the other Liuxian leave.

This is equivalent to giving up the opportunity to catch the traitor.

She Jun, who has been vigorous and resolute all his life, doesn't quite understand.

"Oh...what a pity. Good tea."

The young man did not respond to Old Mrs. She, but sighed and pushed the teacup aside.

"You should have tasted it too."

"oh?"

She Jun raised his eyebrows and tasted the taste in his mouth carefully.

Something was indeed wrong, but I was getting older and couldn't feel anything was wrong for a while.

"Pu'er tea itself is susceptible to moisture, not to mention that your yard is foggy morning and night."

Wang Jin sighed and spoke softly.

"It was supposed to be quite good tea, but there were one or two pieces inside that became damp and spoiled."

"Although the musty smell is very light, moisture will spread."

As Wang Jin spoke, he pointed to the fog around him and said softly.

"As long as you give it a little more time, all the tea will be undrinkable."

"It makes sense."

She Jun smiled, he could hear the underlying meaning of Wang Jin's words.

"What you mean is to expose the tea leaves in the sun."

The young man smiled and spoke softly.

"Although this is a solution, you should know that the tea leaves that have been dried..."

"It will taste bad."

The old man responded with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"You are right."

Wang Jin nodded and then spoke.

"If you want to restore damp tea leaves to their original state, you should spread them evenly on rice paper and place them on a stove to dry."

"In other words, we can't be too anxious."

"Hahaha... I admire my cleverness in my little friend's methods."

She Jun laughed loudly, and there were more wrinkles on his face.


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