I live on the 18th floor of Nether Community

Jiang Miao remembered that when he first became a Yin soldier, he organized a drill for recruits.With this soul-locking whip, he set a record high in the target shooting competition.That was his peak result, and he never broke through again.

Until today, he felt that he should have surpassed it at last.

A thin layer of crow-blue butterfly wings fell in the grotto, looking like fluorescent scales from a distance.At the end of the game, Jiang Miao released little paper figurines to collect those butterfly wings, and counted the scores of both sides by the way.He himself led Qichi to look into the inner room through the hollowed-out begonia carving on the head of the Luo God Statue.

"Ajiao..." Jiang Xiao called out, "Can you hear me?"

After a moment of silence, a distant voice gently echoed in Jiang Miao's ears.

"Jiang sir, I can hear you."

Jiang Miao looked back at Qichi: "Can you hear Ajiao's voice?"

"No." Qi Chi shook his head.

really……

Jiang Xiao frowned slightly, and continued to say to A Jiao: "We have collected the wings of the underworld butterfly, and we will definitely find a way to break the barrier as soon as possible. Please hold on."

After another period of silence, Ajiao said softly, "I see."

He paused, and then said, "Jiang sir, I have something very important to tell you, please listen carefully."

"You said."

"Shortly after you left, Tang Deyong came here, and the old man who made the shadow puppet who locked me here also came. I heard him call Tang Deyong 'cousin', but in my memory, I have never seen him over this man."

Ajiao continued: "What I heard from their conversation is that the old man learned from other sources that my soul has not entered reincarnation after death, and my soul is the key to the entrance of this picture scroll. He obeyed Someone gave him instructions, successfully waited for me, trapped me with the enchantment provided by the other party, and brought me together to the world in this painting."

"Did he say what his purpose for coming to this painting is?" Jiang Xiao asked.

Ajiao sighed lightly: "No."

"What else? Any other information?"

"No more."

Jiang Miao nodded: "Success, I see. In short, let's find a way to decipher the pattern on the butterfly's wings first, and then see if there is any further discovery."

After he finished speaking, he looked back at Qi Chi behind him, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"What did Ajiao say?"

"I'll tell you on the way back."

Qi Chi nodded slightly when he heard the words, and the two turned around and left the grotto at the bottom of the well along the same path.

On the way back to the hotel, the little paper figurine climbed Jiang Miao's clothes all the way to his shoulders, leaned close to Jiang Miao's ear and whispered a few words.

Jiang Miao paused when he was about to light a cigarette, and asked with a frown, "Are you sure?"

The little paper man made a gesture of raising his hand to swear.

Jiang Miao's expression changed from unexpected to helpless, and finally lit the cigarette and let out a long breath.

"You won." Jiang Miao bit the cigarette holder, shook his head with his back to Qi Chi, and said, "You keep your word, you can ask for it."

The corners of Qi Chi's lips curled slightly: "Save first."

"Alright." Jiang Xiao nodded, "Don't worry, I won't renege on my debt."

The two returned to the hotel, Qi Chi went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then turned around and went out to ask Jiang Xiao to take a hot bath.

As soon as he returned to the living room, he saw Jiang Xiao standing by the table drenched, with a cigarette in his hand, staring at the butterfly wings spread on the table in a daze.

"Go take a bath first, don't catch a cold." Qi Chi took out the dry bath towel, handed it to Jiang Xiao, and said in a deep voice.

Jiang Miao nodded, but his gaze still remained on those butterfly wings, and he whispered, "I'm thinking..."

"I know." Qi Chi handed over Jiang Xiao's cigarettes and put them in the ashtray, "You're wondering who left these patterns."

"What do you think?" Jiang Miao raised his eyes and stared at Qi Chi and asked.

"I think you should go take a shower first."

"..." Jiang Xiao shook his head and smiled wryly, "You are really..."

He took the towel handed over by Qichi, walked two steps and turned around and said, "What about you? Don't you want to wash it?"

Qi Chi looked at Jiang Miao quietly, and said softly after a while, "Do you want to go together?"

Jiang Miao was at a loss for words, thinking that he was born with a good tongue, but it was really embarrassing to fall in front of this "gentleman" every time.

But after thinking about it, heh, let's go to his sister's gentlemen, gentle scums are almost the same!

"Okay, let's come together." Jiang Xiao raised his eyebrows, trying to return shameless shamelessly in order to win the game.

Unexpectedly, when Xichi heard this, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his deep voice sounded like a warning.

"Jiang Miao, don't flirt." Qi Chi said.

Jiang Xiao quickly weighed the weight of this sentence in his mind, but he was still frightened.

……

Outside the house, the sky and the earth were rendered in a hazy black color by the water vapor.

The smell of damp soil mixed with the smell of green leaves was inhaled deeply into the lungs by the young man wearing a Tang Sanzang mask, and then spit it out contentedly.

The handsome scholar with a cold face behind him was holding the Wukong mask that was originally worn on his face in his hand, and a bunch of candied haws with a few pieces bitten off in his other hand, and walked silently along the river behind the boy.

There are few people on the bank of the rainy river, so the sound of rain and footsteps is particularly clear.And mixed with it, there are bursts of crisp and fine bells.

"Brother You Ji, what keeps ringing on your body?" The boy ran back under the oil-paper umbrella, groping around You Ji and asking.

You Ji didn't speak, and reached out to his waist to take out the gun that was in the holster.But then his eyes wandered, as if he was worried that he would scare the boy, and finally he only took off the bell attached to the gun body and handed it to the boy.

"Bell?" The boy blinked through the eyes of the mask, "Why do you still carry the bell with you?"

"A gift from a friend." You Ji looked at the boy and said.

Hearing this, the young man giggled, "I think it's Brother You Ji's sweetheart, right?"

You Ji's face turned red immediately, he hurriedly shifted his eyes to other places, and said vaguely: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know if he has heart or not."

There was a brilliant light in the boy's eyes, and he said solemnly: "I think that person must like you too."

"Really, really?" You Ji asked in a daze, "Why?"

"You see, the bell is strung with a red thread. Doesn't it mean that it wants to tie your heart too?" said the boy.

"Is that so..." You Ji's eyes became far away following the young man's words, and a very gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"There is no need for a red thread, I have already given him my heart."

You Ji muttered to himself.

……

chirp chirp——

A burst of intermittent weak calls reached the ears of You Ji and the boy.The young man heard the sound and looked around, only to see a little squirrel lying soaked in the grass at some point.

It stared at its small black eyes, and its beak kept opening and closing in fear.

The boy hurriedly walked a few steps towards the little squirrel, knelt down, stretched out his hand cautiously, and tried to touch it.

The little squirrel seemed to be frightened, and flapped its wings vigorously.You Ji saw that the wing on one side was obviously a little bit towards Li, and it was obviously broken.

"Xiao Jiao, get out of the way."

You Ji said something in a low voice, then slowly approached the oriole, and held the little oriole with both hands with extremely gentle strength.

"What happened to it?"

"I don't know, it seems that I accidentally broke it." You Ji shook his head and said, "Seeing that the fur is fully grown, but it can't fly yet, I'm afraid it's not a mentally handicapped bird."

Xiaojiao ignored You Ji, at this moment his attention was all attracted by this little oriole.Xiaojiao cautiously stretched out a finger, and lightly touched the bird's feathers.The little bird's eyes were closed, and after realizing that he hadn't been hurt, he tilted his head tremblingly.

"Should we take it to find a place where it can shelter from the rain?" Xiaojiao asked.

"Obviously I don't know how to take shelter from the rain, but now I'm just thinking about not letting this stupid bird get drenched?"

"There's a pavilion ahead, let's go there!"

After Xiaojiao finished speaking, she gently wrapped the little squirrel in her coat.

You Ji had nothing to do with the young man, but he still did what he said, and moved the umbrella towards Xiao Jiao and Huang Que.

……

Here, after Jiang Miao came out of the shower with a hot body, he saw that Qi Chi had changed his drenched clothes and was sitting in front of the table, using tweezers to put a butterfly's wing on a glass. Chip.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Miao walked behind Qichi, brushing his hair carelessly.

"Find a way to expand these patterns first." Qi Chi said while operating.

The faint smell of shower gel permeated between the two, with a somewhat indescribable ambiguity.

"What do you use?" Qi Chi asked in a low voice while tweezing the butterfly wings.

"That's right, the hotel provides two in one."

The so-called two-in-one is the kind of lotion that combines body wash and shampoo.

"Ah."

Qi Chi responded, and when Jiang Xiao lowered his eyebrows to study the wings of the butterflies, he exhaled heavily, suppressing the increasingly turbulent emotions in recent days.

Jiang Miao: "How is it? Did you find anything?"

"Yes." Qichi covered the glass and put it aside, then took out a picture from the drawer and said, "I thought the patterns on the butterfly wings looked familiar before, and I kept wondering where I saw them before." It was later discovered that it was on the stage outside the Tang residence."

"Stage?"

Xichi nodded: "I cut this picture out of an old newspaper, take a look."

Hearing this, Jiang Miao looked at the picture in Xichi's hand, his eyes suddenly froze.

"This is..." Jiang Miao's throat twitched, "The costume of Zhuolu Opera?!"

I saw that printed on the card was a picture of a woman.She was wearing a Zhuolu opera costume, and even with heavy makeup on her face, it still couldn't cover her original delicate and beautiful facial features.And the pattern on the Zhuolu costume is very similar to the one on the butterfly's wings!

Jiang Xiao looked at the picture carefully, and suddenly found that the woman's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar.

He took a quick breath and called out in a low voice, "Ajiao."

Xichi turned on the desk lamp, and used the magnifying glass provided by the hotel to aim at the line of petite characters at the bottom of the picture——

Lu Shan, the fifth generation inheritor of Zhuolu Opera.

"Lushan?"

"She later became Tang Deyong's eldest wife."

Jiang Miao was startled: "Ajiao's... biological mother?"

……