Yuan Yuanyuan sat on the bed and looked around for a long time, but she didn't remember when this happened.

It wouldn't be surprising if she forgot when it happened, but she cried...

Shu Yuanyuan said with a little contempt. According to the last time she cried, I don’t know how many years ago it happened.

Yuan Yuanyuan didn't look closely. She thought this was another method used by Jiqiu to help her hide her identity, or a scene used to improve the story. For example, a long time ago, the story of Jian Yuan and his sister making dumplings...

Then why does Yuan cry here?

I want to express that if he was the real person here at this time, would he be very sad?

Or... if it was not her who came here at this time, but the real Yiqi, would his performance be like this?

Yuan Yuanyuan was not curious about how many years could draw Yiqi, and how he would feel when he was here, because that pervert is really elusive and his ability is so great.

Sometimes Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't help but think about who Qiu was... which monster who had lived for a thousand years? She was impatient, so she came to tease the people around her and the monsters to play with?

Although she felt a slight discomfort in her heart and even had some very anxious premonitions, Yuan Yuanyuan still tried to tell herself not to make a fuss. She got out of bed, pulled up the curtains and prepared to go to bed. She had to get up early tomorrow to have a meeting. Every time Yuanyuan heard the contents of the meeting, she felt drowsy.

Before going to bed, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly realized something.

The last scene...although it scared her, it is still beneficial to say it seriously.

Readers will definitely wonder what happened when they see the Abyss crying in the comics.

With such a strange thing, we will naturally explore why he cried.

After this investigation...

An unparalleled comfort suddenly appeared on Yuan Yuanyuan's face, which was even more refreshing than Vita lemon tea...

She lay on the soft bed, and her heart completely relaxed.

With this indescribable feeling of comfort, she lay alone on the bed, sleeping quietly, the door was tightly closed, and the outside world was completely isolated from her.

However, when Yuan Yuanyuan was sleeping well... what she didn't know was that the people in the half of the corridor outside were all alarmed and were frantically looking for the paintings on the corridor.

I have to praise the sound insulation facilities of Nanchun Restaurant. It is so comfortable. As a restaurant that was once used as a court, the sound insulation effect is very different from the small hotels that cost dozens of yuan a night outside. At least when Liu An opened the door, he was shocked.

"I'll go! What the hell?" When Liu An pushed the door and went out, he saw that the corridor was full of people... more lively than during the day.

He just got hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to sneak out for a midnight snack... Although the food on the first floor was on order, there were sometimes some leftovers in the kitchen. He touched it in the other day and has been secretly going to the kitchen to eat in the past few days.

When he was in the house just now, he thought that the outside of the house was the very quiet atmosphere a few days ago, but suddenly he opened the door and was in a trance to the vegetable market...

Liu An was a little suspicious of life in a daze. He looked back at the clock in the room. It was indeed a little faster. He turned around and began to think about whether it was one in the morning or one in the afternoon...

When I looked at the people in the corridor, they all looked like they were dressed in a terrifying manner, absolutely warm, and some were fully armed and even brought their weapons.

Liu An, dressed in pajamas and slippers, went downstairs with a bird's nest and walked into the kitchen. From the upstairs to the downstairs, there was basically no place where people could not be seen, and there were more people during the day.

When he arrived at the kitchen, Liu An looked at the bright lights outside, silently closed the door and secretly took a bottle of milk from the freezer to go upstairs. When he went back, he passed through the middle of the group of people and suddenly saw a familiar person. He quickly grabbed him, "Hey, brother, what are you... doing?"

"I'm looking for paintings." The humane that Liu An knew.

"Looking for painting? What painting?" Liu An looked at the corridor and found that there were indeed a bunch of people surrounding the side with paintings.

"Didn't you read the demon story tonight?" said the person Liu An knew, "You should know after reading it. Just the painting that showed Yuan crying."

"Oh" Liu An suddenly realized something and said a long time.

"No, then you..." Liu An immediately started to laugh and cry again, "What the hell is this? I am in the building. Can you think about their mood a little bit and secretly look for it?"

"To be honest, I was secretly looking for it at the beginning." The person over there sneaked up and said, "At the beginning, I didn't even dare to turn on the corridor lights. I thought I was looking for it in the dark with a flashlight. Who knows..."

"Who knows what?" Liu An looked very disgusted.

"Who knew that more and more people came out later." The man said, "I didn't know who was owed the lights and then the corridor turned on what you see now."

"Uh..." Liu An looked, "You are going to die together..."

"Hey, it's all nonsense. Do you say that you don't blame everyone? There are so many people here, and he wants to find trouble for others. Who should I find?" The man smiled, waved his hand, and left again. Liu An looked at his back as he was leaving, couldn't help but shake his head, turned around and returned to the house with milk.

Back in the room, he picked up the cell phone next to him and looked at it. He flipped over the painting. The abyss on the painting faced a painting and shed tears.

This was the first time Liu An saw him crying when he saw him. Thinking about it carefully, he had been seen and cried countless times... It was quite unfair.

Liu An had no idea about the painting itself. He only thought that this painting could tell that Yuan had a rough story here.

Of course, he didn't want to come up with what kind of painting this painting was, because it seemed to be something inside, but Liu An was not going to go out to find it in the middle of the night. Who knew that those people were much more sensitive than her.

Liu An put down the milk in his hand. Although a bunch of people outside were looking for what the painting was, he was not going to go.

If you don’t say anything else, you can poke pain points if you have nothing to do... Liu An still disdains to do this kind of thing. If you say that Yuan is not here, that would be fine, but Yuan himself is here... it’s like exposing a scar in front of others.

People are already very sad. You are using a Sherlock Holmesian attitude to observe this up and down, left and right... How embarrassing that scene is.

Liu An shook his head, and then suddenly felt a little pretentious again. But when he thought of that scene, he had goose bumps all over his body without saying anything else.

Fortunately, he is different from Yuan, and his identity has not been exposed. If this is exposed... he doesn't know how to face this embarrassing situation.

Liu An fell asleep inexplicably with three points of gratitude and seven points of comfort, his eyes closed gently, and slowly fell asleep.

The breathing sound in the room was getting slower and longer, with a stable breath.

...

No!

wrong!

Liu An, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned over and sat up, almost flashing his waist.

wrong!

Liu An turned over and got out of bed, picked up the comic, began to flip it quickly, and then his eyes widened.

That painting...is something wrong! That painting...is definitely something wrong!

He kind of understood what that painting meant...he kind of understood.

A numb feeling of scalp that had never been seen before spreading through Liu An's body, which was a sense of fear of unknown events.

Just now, Liu An swept over and although he did notice a little incongruity, he didn't care too much. It was just that he suddenly felt something was wrong when he was lying on the bed.

Liu An looked at the picture on his phone and suddenly froze.

That night, Liu An sat on the bed and was stunned for the whole night.

Liu An sat cross-legged, his eyes squinted at the door.

He finally understood why everyone was wandering around the corridor tonight... because of this.

Those people are indeed not as he thought, they are bored or something in the middle of the night. Some people are just following the trend, but there are definitely a few people who have discovered the tricks inside.

Liu An opened the door and took a look. The group of people outside the injection door had not left yet, and there were even more and more people. There happened to be a long gallery in front of his room, and it was probably impossible to disperse for a while.

...Do you want to go?

Liu An, who was peeking through the crack in the door, found something he hadn't seen before in the corridor.

In fact, although there are quite a lot of people in the corridor, if you look closely, there are no Taoist priests among those people.

However, when Liu An was in the corridor just now, there were still many Taoist priests in the sect.

what does that mean?

The people of the sect are more organized and are likely to have started to organize, so the only ones who are left behind are these casual cultivators.

Liu An became more and more frightened. He thought about it and didn't go out, for fear of something happening.

However, he couldn't sleep that night.

...

"Hey, you said that except us... can anyone see the tricks in the Demon Record tonight?" In the darkness, a girl asked in a small voice.

"No, I don't know." said another girl next to her. "I think someone must have seen it, but I don't say what I see, just like a few of us..."

"Then do you think what we discovered... is true or false?" a girl said hesitantly.

"...I don't know." The leading girl hesitated for a while and said, "If it is true, then it is... too amazing. That range is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

"That's not necessarily." A timid girl next to her whispered, "Does there be such a saying in Taoism and demonic arts? I have learned it from my mother before, maybe that Ji Qiu is a very good senior who speculated on fate."

"Puff, then you can help us push it. Several people don't sleep at night... What's the point?" said another little girl next to her.

"Shh, I'll tell you, I know some internal news." The little girl who had seen Yuan that day was a little excited, "I know there are several sealed corridors in our restaurant, and there are them on our staff map."

"By the way, look at the corridor over there, the abyss is there." When passing a corridor, the girl pointed.

"I think...it's more reliable to call him directly. This method is the fastest." A girl murmured.

"Who dares to go? Do you dare?" Her proposal was immediately scoffed by the other two girls. "Look at the turbulent look outside, no one dared to call him."

"Where is the monster? Why didn't they react?"

"You are stupid, monsters don't read the monsters as quickly as we do."

They used flashlights to shine in the dark corridor, surrounding them, feeling a little trembling.

Outsiders cannot come here, only employees can enter. So a few girls can come here together in the middle of the night, using flashlights to find the paintings on the wall.

"No, you guys say, we came out in the middle of the night and were as cold as a grandson. Isn't it a bit miserable?" said a girl next to me.
To be continued...