MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits-Chapter 14 Mr. Wen

The woman pulled the boy's arm, a helpless and impatient expression, but he could not pull him even when pulled, and the boy crouched on the ground crying, just not walking with the woman. Bayi Chinese? W≥W≥W =. ≤81ＺW. Com

The teenager cried and shouted, "Don't ... I don't want to go to the city! I don't want to go to the city! I don't want to go, I want to be with grandpa!"

"You child, why is this!" The teenager's parents were reprimanding and pulling, but there was no way to drag him.

Grandpa came out of the house at this time. His complexion was dark and his face was overcast, and when he went out, he pointed at the boy and scolded him.

"What are you doing! The little cub is still against you, your father and mother are working hard to make money for you to go to school in the big city, and you have also turned against it! You are still a thing!"

As soon as the boy heard it, he froze, and then couldn't stop tears.

"Cry, what are you crying! What tears is there from the manly husband!" Grandpa still frowned, his face angrily, "No prosperous! I don't have your prosperous grandson so please hurry up!"

Finally, the teenager wailed and left the village under the pull of his parents. Grandpa was still standing in the yard, staring at the willow, wondering what he was thinking.

"Old man, you curse too hard."

Grandma slowly walked out of the house, still holding sewing clothes.

"Baby is going to school in a big city. What a great thing." Grandpa muttered, and couldn't hear much emotion hidden in it. "Can't let the baby think about me, I don't know how to read well. That won't work. "

Memory that does not belong to me flows into my brain like a stream of water. I watched it from scene to scene, and suddenly I felt the anxiety of others, and felt very sad at the same time. My heart was empty, and I wanted to cry and couldn't cry.

At that moment, those memories like a lantern went away. There was a void of darkness in front of my eyes, and as my heart was wondering, a strange noise appeared near my ears.

It was the sound of a bell. A very crisp ringing sounded in my ear, the sound seemed to be able to penetrate the space, and it sounded as if it hit the heart of a person.

At this time, I saw a figure in front of the dark, walking slowly forward. I trot a few steps to catch up, and now that person is not someone else, it is Shi Yitong's grandpa.

I called him subconsciously, "Are you, Shi Yitong's grandpa?"

However, all that answered me was silence.

"Grandpa! Where are you going?" I wanted to catch up, but the darkness around me suddenly disappeared.

I was awakened by a voice.

There seemed to be someone shouting, with a loud voice, in the room next door.

A spirit leaped from the bed and rushed out of the room. The shouting person was Shi Yitong. He hardly slept last night and stayed in his grandfather's room to take care of his grandfather. When I rushed over, Shi Yitong was slapping his grandpa's cheek, the expression on his face was desperate, and he couldn't help shouting, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa? Grandpa! What happened to you, you wake up!"

I was standing outside the room, and I wanted to ask what was going on, but looking at Shi Yitong like that, I felt a dry throat and couldn't say anything.

But Shi Yitong turned to me first. He squeezed his lips tightly and opened his eyes. The expression on his face was not so much sadness as shock.

"Gu Yu, my grandpa ... he's out of breath."

Shi Yitong's grandfather died. His breath was around the time I had that weird dream.

Soon, Grandma rushed over. After saying "Ouch", he covered his mouth and wept silently. Shi Yitong stood beside his grandpa's bed, seemingly unable to even cry.

Faced with all this, I was at a loss as to what to say, but Shi Yitong was suddenly excited.

"My grandpa is dead! It's impossible, why! It must be what the **** stick named Wen has done! What he wants to do, why did he kill my grandpa!"

Shi Yitong's eyes became red, like a furious little lion.

"Calm down! I don't know what's going on, it's not necessarily ..." I reached out to stop him, but he pushed him away instead.

"It's the **** stick you're looking for! Go find him for me!" Shi Yitong shouted, "I absolutely let him die!"

Shi Yitong was about to lose his mind. Just when the scene was too chaotic to control, I heard a voice.

"I heard that someone here hopes I will die."

The sound is--!

Shi Yitong and I both looked back, and saw Mr. Wen standing firmly in the middle of the courtyard. He had a smile on his eyes, a long crown, and a black crown hat. He was covered in dark cloth, a wide and long placket, and a long hem flying in the wind. Behind is a complete picture of Qian Kun gossip.

It's a robe. The black robe has never been seen before.

Shi Yitong also froze, but quickly frowned, "Who is this man? What is he doing to my house!"

I just wanted to answer, but when I saw Mr. Wen over there, he opened his mouth.

"The last name is Wen, here to ..." Mr. Wen humbled and looked at Shi Yitong calmly, "save those who float on the other side."

"Wen? Hello, are you the **** stick named Wen!" Shi Yitong snarled angrily immediately. If I hadn't stopped him by the side, he would have greeted Mr. Wen's face with a punch already, Not only did he fail to save my grandpa, but he also killed him! You still have a face now, see if I— "

Mr. Wen looked at Shi Yitong, and then looked at me at a loss, interrupting his words blandly.

"I never said that my method would save people."

Shi Yitong and I both stunned for a moment, "What?"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask your friend." Mr. Wen pointed at my location with a chin, and said lightly, "When you came to my store, what did I promise you would save someone?"

Shi Yitong also looked at me, and I was dumbfounded, "This ..."

In that weird old mansion that day, he did not promise, he just said, "You will know if you try." but--

"How can you do this to remove the demon master!" I shouted to him angrily, "You yourself said that you can solve problems for people, how can you be so deceiving? This is a life!"

"Who said I lied to you?" Mr. Wen still remained unmoved and said calmly, "what the **** did you ask me for help that day, don't you remember?"

what? I'm confused.

Before he could answer me, he opened his mouth first. "What worries you is the sound of this Nanmu coffin in the middle of the night? Then I ask you, did this coffin ring again last night?"