The alleys are long and seem to have no end.

There are not many people in the alleys. If you can't walk a few steps, you will have a door, which must have been lively in the past.

However, these families are now empty, and there are no traces of people in the courtyard. Only the plants and trees are growing wildly. The layers of leaves and branches almost cover the entire space. Unless the wind blows, you can see the roots exposed in the gap.

These roots are like camellia tea in the flower bed, which has already emerged from the soil. From a distance, it looks like the ground is covered with earthworms.

Fortunately, Su Yin does not have those mixed phobia, otherwise she might have been really scared by these weird-shaped things now.

The further you go, the cooler the air will be.

The fine raindrops fell onto the gravel road, washing the gravel shiny, and Su Yin looked up at the sky.

The lead clouds hang low, and the breeze swept across the rain, rolling up transparent ripples.

The rain was not heavy, but her clothes were already wet. At this time, she didn't feel like she was in the streets and alleys of Jiangnan in autumn. Instead, she felt like she was walking in the endless spring rain.

Instead of feeling happy about this, she frowned slightly.

She smelled a little fishy smell.

It is very light, mixed in rain and breeze, and it almost makes people mistakenly think that it is water vapor or earthy smell.

However, not.

That slight smell is the taste of the soul.

Su Yin paused, a little surprised at the sudden conclusion he came to.

She never knew that the soul would smell, but at this moment, her perception told her extremely clearly:

Yes, the soul tastes like this.

Su Yin's expression freezes for a moment.

Although she likes to eat, this thing is really not in her recipe.

But she concluded that she was not wrong.

Strange paradox.

Su Yin frowned and thought, suddenly remembering last night.

Will this be related to the crimson beams she "eats" - that is, faithfulness -?

To put it bluntly, the sincere prayers or prayers of human beings are actually a ray of thoughts from the depths of the soul. If this is said, Su Yin may have really "tasted" the taste of the soul, so he made a judgment at this time.

Well, that's probably the logic.

Su Yin quickly gave up thinking and looked up at the door in front of him.

The door of the "Yunxin Spirit Research Institute" was closed tightly, and thousands of willow branches were hanging above the door. The green transparent branches and leaves did not cover these words, but in Su Yin's spiritual vision, she felt like she was blocked by something.

Mu Qingyun's true body is very big.

The entire alley is protected by the huge willow shade, and Su Yin also saw the huge shadow of the crown and cover lingering above the alley.

However, from the time Su Yin came to the entrance of the alley, the shadow of the tree remained motionless, and the willow branches hung straight downwards, and the tips of the willow leaves were facing downwards, just like they were dead.

The reason why it is "like" rather than "yes" is because the giant tree is still alive and very vigorous, but for some reason it cannot even move a leaf.

Is this a vegetative person?

This seems to be wrong. Mu Qingyun is a plant herself, so she has become a plant?

Various thoughts emerged, Su Yin quickly pressed it back, then closed her eyes, gathered her mind and felt it carefully for a while.

Hey, so that's the case?

Her frown loosened her frown and a smile fell on the corner of her lips.

"This store is closed today, so customers will come back in a few days." A familiar voice sounded.

It was Mu Qingyun's voice, and the sound lines with bookish spirit were very recognizable.

Su Yin opened her eyes and breathed deeply.

Not to mention, the air here is really sweeter than elsewhere, making people feel like they are in a study room with bright windows and clean windows. Wherever you see and hear, all the words and the meaning of a saint are all elegant.

"Master Mu, I have something urgent to do, please open the door." Su Yin smiled and looked at the electronic cat's eyes, as if she had not heard Mu Qingyun's previous rejection, or she didn't care about the other party's attitude at all.

While talking, she gently rang the doorbell a few times, and the smile in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Sorry, it's not possible today. Let's come back in a few days."

The wooden door was always closed, just like the whisper of a person in the yard who was biting to death.

Su Yin smiled and took out her cell phone with a smile, dialed Mu Qingyun's phone, and then pressed her cell phone tightly against the door.

"Sorry, the phone number you called has been turned off, please wait..." A pleasant electronic synthesizer sound came from the microphone.

Almost as soon as the sound came, the ground under Su Yin's feet suddenly started to wriggle, as if a giant pupa was rolling underground.

However, when she looked down, the ground had returned to level, with only a few cuts of white roots lying weakly at her feet.

In the blink of an eye, the roots "hula" dissipated with the wind, and only the drizzle fell in front of me.

Su Yin closed her hair, which was blown by the wind, and turned her eyes to the distance.

The underground of the entire alley has long been filled with huge roots, and the gaps in the gravel are filled with these root systems.

However, its color is exactly the same as that of the soil, and it cannot be distinguished by the naked eye alone. Su Yin did not notice the changes underground until she stood in front of Mu Qingyun's house, and then figured out some things.

"You are all here, why don't you turn on your phone?" she asked softly, sending the phone forward again.

"I...I'm tired, you should go quickly...it's fast."

The sound in the door sounded a little flustered, and there was a rustling sound mixed in, just like a person who was talking was busy doing something else.

Su Yin raised her voice slightly and said, "I really don't know who you are, but I want to tell you that it's useless to pretend that Mu Qingyun is."

She turned the volume of her phone to the maximum and said loudly in the scrolling electronic sound: "Look, you can't even turn on her phone, right? Let me guess, do you have no idea of ​​the power-on password?"

The person behind the door seemed to be stunned.

Although Su Yin could not see the other person's expression, the ground beneath her feet started to wriggle again.

She lowered her head and saw more broken roots without any surprise.

Their color is milky white, very turbid, and it looks like it has lost its vitality. In a blink of an eye, it dissipates in the void, and the wriggling on the ground immediately stops.

Su Yin felt more and more confident in her heart, and she smiled and said, "I'm right? Then I'll ask you again, do you know how to use your phone?"

The person behind the door was still silent, but the ground started to squirm for the third time, and the degree was quite strong. Su Yin felt like she was on a Shanghai boat.
Chapter completed!