Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 13 Why the Brush Flies

"Dip woo~ rip woo~ rip woo~"

The small ball signal from his ear made Liang Mu aware of the approaching danger.

And this time Liang Mu is definitely not "liing about the military."

Because what followed was the sound of chaotic footsteps and voices.

Especially a familiar hoarse male duck voice, it seems to have been heard somewhere.

correct!

It was the voice that woke me up that day!

Although he didn't know why he approached the bookstore again, Liang Mu could already feel the vicious atmosphere of the visitor.

But this time.
He was already prepared!
"You go to the side and hide first, otherwise I will accidentally hurt you later."

Liang Mu patted Wu Mohuan on the head, turned around and walked towards the window.

Wu Mohuan forgot her shyness for a moment, her eyes were attracted by Liang Mu's movements.

Remember Liang Mu said "little bug" just now?
Could it be those people who followed her these days?

"What are you doing?"

She couldn't help being curious and walked to Liang Mu's side.

"Shh."

Liang Mu made a silent gesture with a smile on his face, and then fiddled with the window for a while.

For some reason, Wu Mohuan always felt that this smile was like a devil's smile.

But a pair of eyes cannot be separated from Liang Mu's hand.

Liang Mu is starting the mechanism.

Ever since Brother Kui appeared, Liang Mu has had trouble sleeping and eating.

Although the small ball was asked to help inform the news, it only had an early warning effect.

So for his own safety, Liang Mu began to set up traps in the store.

Liang Mu before time travel was just an ordinary college student.

But his grandfather was a skilled carpenter.

When children of the same age were playing with the toys in the toy store, Liang Mu’s grandfather would ingeniously make different kinds of wooden toys for him.

Such as wooden bows, wooden swords, wooden spears, etc.

He has been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and Liang Mu has also learned some superficial things from his grandfather.

Just like the wooden hand crossbow in front of him, it came from Grandpa.

It's just that it looks rough because of the limited materials in the store.

But it should be more than enough to deal with those little bugs outside.

Soon, the wooden hand crossbow was placed on the window by Liang Mu.

He took some brushes and used them as arrows to rest on the hand crossbow.

With Liang Mu's craftsmanship, he actually made some real arrows.

But that kind of arrow is too lethal, and it will not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary.

First warning, just use a regular brush.

If the other party doesn't know how to live or die, Liang Mu will not be relentless at that time!

After aiming the crossbow at the dark alley, Liang Mu silently read four words in his heart.

The hunt begins!
In the alley, Hou San and his party of ten gangsters were approaching the bookstore.

"Listen to me, wait a minute, don't pay attention to whatever sounds you hear!
Whoever rushes into the bookstore first, I invite him to take a sauna! "

The eyes of the gangsters around were all brightened, gearing up, eager to wait.

"rush!"

Hou San gave an order, and the gangsters ran towards the bookstore.

However, when they were tens of meters away from the bookstore, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

"call out--"

"oops!"

A black shadow rushed over and hit a gangster head-on.

"what?!"

The gangsters were so frightened that they all stopped, picked up the object that attacked them, and took a closer look.

"Brush?"

"Why does the brush fly??"

"Is it a ghost?!"

A horrifying atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

Hou San's pupils shrank to a dot in an instant.

The shadow that was originally suppressed in my heart was magnified a hundred times in an instant.

Endless fear struck at the head.

With a pale face, he backed out of the alley tremblingly.

"Brother Hou, what?"

"Where did Third Brother Hou go?"

When the gangsters turned their heads, they found that Hou San had long since disappeared.

"Brother Hou was captured by a ghost?!"

At that moment, all the gangsters were pale.

Then, unable to restrain his fear any longer, he escaped from the alley, howling like ghosts and wolves.

In the bookstore, Liang Mu calmly put away his hand crossbow.

The enemy is weaker than he imagined.

Just shot an arrow, and they all ran away in fright.

But Wu Mohuan at the side didn't think so.

She had just stood beside Liang Mu and witnessed the whole process with her own eyes.

What she couldn't understand was that the alley was so dark and the distance was so far, how did Liang Mu manage to hit it with one hit?

Could it be that Liang Mu is not only a master of calligraphy, but also a master of shooting?
But she didn't know that because of his hearing abnormality, Liang Mu had the ability to "listen to the voice and judge his position".

With the footsteps of the other party, the specific location can be judged.

"The bugs are gone, let's get on with it.

You seemed to have something to say just now? "

Liang Mu looked at Wu Mohuan.

Wu Mohuan blinked, recalling the scene just now.

Especially on the face, it seems that the residual warmth of Liang Mu's hands still remains.

Thinking of this, Wu Mohuan's face turned red uncontrollably.

"Huh? Are you really okay?"

Seeing this, Liang Mu stretched out his hand again.

Wu Mohuan was so frightened that she took a few steps back, covered her face and shook her head desperately: "I'm fine!"

Her reaction was so intense that Liang Mu was a little puzzled.

But after thinking about it, a terminally ill patient should be more sensitive to other people's concerns, right?
It seems that we should pay more attention to the tone in the future.

While sorting out the mechanism, Liang Mu changed the subject: "You came here today to ask me a question, right?"

Specialized, specialized!
For some reason, some common words on weekdays can easily cause ripples in Wu Mohuan's heart at this moment, causing her imagination to run wild.

"Ha, haha. Of course not!" Wu Mohuan looked around in a panic, and finally, when he saw the books on the bookshelf, he had a flash of inspiration and found a good excuse.

"Actually, I came to buy books.

Yes, just to buy books! "

"Buying books?" Liang Mu stopped what he was doing.

He won't be tired if we talk about it.

In order to cover up her panic, Wu Mohuan quickly took a book from the shelf.

Without even having time to read the content, he stammered and asked, "How much is this book?!"

"Money?" Liang Mu smiled slightly, "I forgot to tell you that the books in my store can't be bought with money."

With the experience of the previous two times, Liang Mu closed his eyes and checked the system pricing with ease.

Seeing Liang Mu's actions, Wu Mohuan's heart trembled.

What do you mean can't be bought with money?
Hard to do.
Wu Mohuan's heart suddenly accelerated.

At this time, Liang Mu, who saw the price clearly, cursed at the system in his heart.

Where is this old bookstore system? It's clearly an old hooligan system!
He opened his eyes helplessly and said to Wu Mohuan: "As long as you agree to one condition, I will give you this book."

"What, what conditions?"

Wu Mohuan's beating heart violently seemed to burst out of her throat.

(End of this chapter)