"Young people’s strength is so small!" After thinking about the car, the enthusiastic grandmother saw his dilemma and smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "I help you."
Baishi just wanted to say that this is not a matter of strength, but a physical problem, but the first word has not been spit out, and a strong push is behind him carrying a bag.
Baishi couldn’t get rid of the car, but he didn’t fall with three or four pots and sacks, but he was thrown out and went straight to a passerby.
Blocked by sacks, Baishi saw the man’s slim calf in a school skirt and looked like a thin girl.
His heart thumped and he shouted "hide" before landing. The other party firmly caught his sack with a bang.
Baishi steadied himself and felt psychedelic. Looking at all this, he saw a head sticking out from behind the sack.
Mao Lilan tilted his head and saw that it was his friendly smile.
"Mr. Baishi, what a coincidence! How did you buy so many things? It must be heavy. Can I get you some more? "
"…" Baishi silently let go of his hanging heart just now. "Thank you, I can move it."
The bus is still a short distance from home, and it’s really embarrassing to be silent all the time.
Baishi looked at Mao Lilan who helped him hold the pot. "You look a little excited?"
"hmm? So obvious. "Mao Lilan was embarrassed to laugh and then tell him the bass mysteriously.
"Have you ever heard of the medieval art exhibition hall in Luchuan District? Not far from here. "
Chapter 55 Death does not suffer from labor and capital
Baishi’s expression hasn’t changed, and he feels bad in his heart.
Mao Lilan didn’t notice the change of Baishi. Her knee was slightly pushed to a little sack and hugged again. Continue to be cheerful.
"Recently, there was a news-it was said that it came from the security guard of the exhibition hall, and the credibility was particularly high!"
Baishi nodded his head to signal that he was listening.
Mao Lilan continued in a low voice, "Every time it gets dark, an armor eroded by evil forces will wake up and walk around the exhibition hall."
"If you encounter it unfortunately, you will be mercilessly hunted down. If you find a way to avoid it and escape from the exhibition hall, it will give up if you are caught …! ！”
She screamed at herself as she talked.
Baishi was not scared by the story, but she was so scared that she almost dropped her pepper.
Mao Lilan screamed and looked at the quiet streets around him with a sigh of relief. Finally, he concluded, "It’s a pity that it’s late today, but it’s just a rest. I must go and see it!"
Baishi looked up at the sky. He vaguely remembered that Mao Lilan seemed to be afraid of ghosts. Why should he go to see such things?
But soon he remembered his former friend, who loved spicy food very much, but he couldn’t eat spicy food. Every time he had dinner, he had to gather together in the red pot of the Yuanyang pot and blow his nose while eating.
And those girls who are afraid of ghosts, but still often cover their faces and peek at all kinds of horror movies through their fingers … Does this mean that they are in pain and happy?
Although it is not incomprehensible, in Baishi’s position, he really doesn’t want to save himself. There is a Conan and a Richard Moore not far away.
Although these two definitely won’t kill people and will help save lives, they feel that their work has been greatly hindered when they go to that white stone …