Mysterious and strange, boundless fog border, the dilapidated Taoist temple is quietly located on the edge of the woodland.
Victor, who was wearing a yellow shirt, sat on the futon, feeling the black strange thing on his body being gradually suppressed.
Phew~!
After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Victor felt as if he was cultivating an immortal.
It is too abnormal to sleep in broad daylight. Now that he has suppressed this strange thing, Victor is ready to return to the material world immediately.
However, at this moment, a woman's voice sounded outside the Taoist temple.
The voice was very familiar, calling someone's name.
"Mr. Gold Digger... Gold Digger... Mr. Yi!"
Victor walked to the door and looked up to see a wisp of green smoke floating in from outside the door. It was like a blurry thin line, cutting continuously, pointing towards the Taoist temple from the outside in.
"Why does this smoke look so familiar?"
Victor looked out the door in confusion and saw a beautiful lady wearing a green fake two-piece vest, walking through the forest and walking to the door of the Taoist temple.
"Are you...Miss Writer?"
Victor recognized the other person, and the next moment he saw the half of Gao Xiang held in the other person's hand.
This is...
Victor knew that this half of the incense must have come from the Taoist temple, but why was it in Abigail's hands?
Recalling for a moment, Victor immediately remembered that he had thrown half of the incense outside the Taoist temple. Later, the location of the Taoist temple moved with him, and it was unknown where the half of the incense would be in the forest.
I didn’t expect to be picked up by this writer lady!
Things are unpredictable, and there seems to be traces of coincidence that are being played by fate.
The incense ignited itself in Abigail's hand, and the green smoke pointed to the location of Victor's Taoist Temple, guiding the two to meet again.
"Yi...Mr. Yi!"
When Abigail saw Victor covered in yellow shadows, she covered her mouth and shouted in surprise.
"Welcome, Miss Writer." Victor thought everything through, immediately adjusted his tone, and greeted the other party in a way that befitted his status.
The last time she came to Misu, Abigail had seen this dilapidated house but did not go in. Now it seems that this house seems to belong to the mysterious Mr. Yi.
"The surrounding environment is different from before. Will the independent space in the secret residence still be transferred according to Mr. Yi's will?"
Abigail thought of the gold digger's respectful attitude towards Mr. Yi, and she couldn't help but feel a little palpitated.
"No need to restrain, come in!"
Victor took the initiative to invite Abigail, which made the writer a little flattered and became overwhelmed.
However, what Victor wanted to do was to coax her in first and let the spirit tablet record it, so that he would have a seer that he could use.
Finally, Abigail carefully stepped into the Taoist temple. She opened her eyes and looked around, feeling an unprecedented sense of novelty about the furnishings and environment inside.
"What kind of cultural product is this... Even the Shadowless Empire doesn't have this style of pattern, could it come from the Red Earth? No, no, the religious totems there like animals and hieroglyphics... The artistic expression is quite different." Just as Abigail was marveling at the flags, cauldrons, and incense burners around her, Victor instructed her to sit down on the futon.
After receiving the invitation, Abigail looked down at these round "little cushions" and muttered in disbelief: "Can these be used to sit on? I think they look like snacks..."
Desserts?
Victor was slightly startled. It was the first time he heard such a vivid description. It seemed that the lady in front of him was a "delicious dog".
"Of course you can sit, just like me."
After Victor finished speaking, Abigail carefully pressed her buttocks on the futon, her face filled with unprecedented nervousness.
At this time, the spiritual tablets on the table changed. A scratch appeared in the center of one of them, and the name of Abigail Gerstaf Herman was printed brightly on the tablet.
Miss Writer was also recorded, but the other person didn't know it. Only Victor, who was wearing a yellow shirt, could see the name that appeared on the spirit tablet.
Victor straightened his spine and sat upright, ready to speak as a "high-ranking extraordinary person".
"So...Miss Abigail Gerstaf Herman, what are you doing here?"
Miss Herman?!
Abigail was stunned when she heard Victor shout her full name.
She has met many people who recognize her because the newspaper has the reporter's signature, but few people can call her by her full name.
How did the other party know? Has he been lurking beside me for a long time? Is he an acquaintance of mine?
Thousands of speculations emerged from Abigail's mind. She thought of the person of the other party as the "Knower", and felt a little scared.
"I...actually I want to find that person..."
"Mr. Gold Digger?" Victor answered for her.
"Yes...yes." Abigail's slightly worried face flushed nervously.
Victor stood up, walked to the desk, and reached out to touch Adolf's tablet.
But suddenly, he thought of something, stopped immediately, turned around and looked at Abigail again.
"I can see the trouble on your face, and maybe I can solve it for you."
Abigail was shocked and thought in surprise: Apart from my full name, could Mr. Yi even see my troubles? Who is he?
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and Abigail felt that she had just glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of "The Knower"'s power.
Sure enough, he “knows” everything!
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the shock, Abigail adjusted her breath and said to Victor: "I hope to get some information... No, no, I should say I want a story... Hey... maybe more than one, I'm sorry I have some
Incoherent."
Story?
Victor was a little confused, but his expression was covered in yellow shadow.
Being affected by the yellow clothes, Abigail was unable to see his emotional arc.
Later, the reporter told Victor all the new articles she had written in the Velun Xinxing Newspaper, including, of course, her troubles of not being able to write a good story because she had never set foot in the East Indochina.
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"So, you need a cowboy legend who enjoys revenge?" Victor understood the other party's statement.
"Yes, I think that Mr. Gold Digger should live in the east of Secred. His life may be able to bring inspiration to me." Abigail answered directly.
Victor was pacing in the lobby with his hands behind his back. He also had many stories about the eastern wilderness. Telling them casually would make the reporter write several short essays. But this is not the point, because after what the other party just said,
, mentioned a bookstore that is only open at night.
"Your early information was obtained in a bookstore. You said that the boss of the other party is a lady named Moran?"
"Yes, that is a very beautiful lady..."
Miss Moran... Victor recalled this familiar name in his mind, and soon thought of the immigrant who camped beside a tributary of the Red River.
Are these two people the same?
Victor found it a bit strange... Secred was separated from the Western Continent by a sea of tranquility, which could not be described as a thousand miles away. If it was the same Miss Moran, could it be that she teleported there?
Does Sun Monkey do somersaults...
However, according to Abigail, the character of the female bookstore owner is a little different from the immigrants she met before. Maybe she has the same name? Who knows.
This is a mystery, and there is no point in guessing it until it is solved.
Victor narrowed his eyes and stared at the reporter in front of him: "I can tell you some cowboy stories in the east of Secred, but you have to come up with other stories in exchange. For example, you read in that bookstore