"Shiki God!" The beautiful man exclaimed.
"Shiki God?" I was puzzled. Seeing Xuan Cang squeezing the piece of paper in his hand, the man kept silent, I couldn't help but become more curious.
Xuan Cang pinched the piece of paper with a slight force, and the weak piece of paper immediately turned into countless white particles, which disappeared in the air with the wind.
"Let's go!" Xuan Cang took my hand, his complexion returned to an indifferent expression, as if nothing happened just now.
I was stunned and let him hold my hand, but my mind was still reverberating, the scene where he easily crushed the paper man just now.
"Xuan!" The beautiful man stretched out his hand so nervously that he wanted to hold Xuan Cang.
But Xuan Cang took me a short step forward, and the air in front of me immediately twisted. But in an instant, I followed Xuan Cang and I already returned to the door of Yin Yang Magazine.
I am surprised and envious of their ability to move similarly in an instant.
Thinking, if I had learned this kind of power, wouldn't I be able to go wherever I want to go without having to spend a penny on travel expenses!
That way, I can travel around the world for free. That kind of feeling, thinking about it, I feel excited.
Of course, this kind of thinking is just staying in the imagination.
I don't think that a stubborn person like Xuan Cang would want to romantically take me to travel around the world. I don't even believe that I can really learn this kind of fantasy.
After Xuan Cang took me back to the magazine, the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention any previous events.
I don't mention it because I don't want to be too entangled in one thing. I was angry at Xuan Cang, but it was just because of my credulity.
In retrospect, he was not wrong.
Xuan Cang didn't mention it, maybe he never cared about it. Or does he feel that the value of my existence is not worth worrying about in this trivial matter.
I don't know what Xuan Cang thinks, the two are just like nothing happened. He still leaves early and returns late, and I continue to work in Yin Yang Magazine, being served to and from get off work.
I was sitting in the office with sister Zhou that day, and I was struggling with a case. Xuan Cang, in a blue tunic robe, walked in from outside the magazine in a hurry.
I did not hear his footsteps, nor did he have a shadow. He just raised his head casually, and saw him walking in from outside with a gust of water vapor on the tip of his hair.
That was the first time I saw that Xuan Cang had a human feeling. This kind of him looks even more frightening to me.
"Yao Yu! Go!" He walked up to me, reached out and pulled me up.
I stared at him blankly, with a dazed expression, not knowing what he was going to do.
"Where to go?" I asked.
Xuan Cang's thin lips pressed tightly and did not speak, but with actual actions, hurriedly took me away from the magazine.
He took me to a dilapidated house in the old district. Most of the people living in it are elderly people or salaried workers who live here.
This time Xuan Cang didn't take me to teleport directly, but drove me to the Caiyuan Community and led me to the top floor of a certain building inside.
I followed Xuan Cang, and his road was tight. Whether driving or walking in front of him, he pressed his lips tightly without saying a word. Until he took me and stood in front of the last room on the top floor.
The door in front of me was a rusty iron door, which looked dilapidated and outdated. Inside the iron door is an old yellow-brown door with severely falling paint. The door seemed to have been bitten by a dog for a long time, and the wood on the side of the door was so fancy that it would fall into sawdust at any time.
"..." I looked at the iron gate in front of me, and was stunned for a moment.
I looked at Xuan Cang, wondering what he meant for bringing me here.
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand and pulled me from behind him to in front of him.
"Go in!" He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me forward.
I looked at the locked door in front of me, and because of Xuan Cang's action, I released it with a click.
"I..." I was a little scared, and looked back at Xuan Cang with embarrassment.
Xuan Cang lowered his eyes and opened his thin lips, as if sighed. But I didn't hear the sound of the air flow, and instinctively thought it was just my illusion.
"Li Zhen is inside!" Xuan Cang told me, and reached out to help me push the door in front of me.
A scent of dust immediately came oncoming. It was a long uninhabited, chilly feeling.
I stretched out my hand and waved the dust on the tip of my nose, explored and lifted my foot into the room.
The space of the house is not large, about less than fifty square meters. There is a small balcony outside the two rooms and one living room. I don't know if it is facing badly or because of other reasons, the light in the room is not good.
When I walked into the room, I didn't see Li Zhen. So in the gloomy light, I looked inside and outside the room.
Finally, after Xuan Cang's suggestion, I saw Li Zhen curled up into a ball in the corner west of the living room.
At that time, Li Zhen's body had become translucent. The surroundings of the body seemed to be boiled at high temperature, bubbling continuously.
She held herself in her hands, her body was trembling constantly, her complexion could no longer be described as miserable.
Xuan Cang and I stood in front of her like this, but she didn't seem to have seen it.
I listened carefully, and it seemed to be called "Tang Tang".
"How come..." I looked back at Xuan Cang in surprise. But I haven't seen her for a while, how could she become like this
"Tomorrow is the last day!" Xuan Cang answered my question in the most concise words.
Fortunately, Sister Zhou explained to me before, otherwise I really don't know what Xuan Cang is talking about.
"You mean... Tomorrow will be the twelfth day of Tangtang's disappearance!" I am not in doubt, but confirmed to Xuancang.
He looked at me, his ink eyes were still dull.
He nodded, affirming my words.
I felt a little bit in my heart. I remembered what sister Zhou said that if Li Zhen couldn't find Tangtang within twelve days, it would turn into dust and disappear.
"Then—what about Tangtang? Did you find him?" I nervously grabbed Xuan Cang's sleeve, anxiously trying to get a positive answer from him.
But he just looked at me quietly, indifferently, without the nervous rush of going to the magazine to find me.
He was too calm, so quiet that I began to doubt that the emotion I saw on his face before was not true, it was just my illusion.
He shook his head, and spit out two words in his thin pale lips: "No!"
My hand slipped weakly from his arm. The feeling of disappointment seemed to drown me.
I looked back at Li Zhen who was shrinking in the corner, and for the first time in my heart, I felt sorry for someone who no longer exists.