The car was parked in the hotel parking lot.

The two entered the elevator one after another, and then went upstairs.

There was no communication during this period.

The mirror in the elevator reflected the two figures, and Ying Sixue, with her head down, didn't know what she was thinking.

Yang Xuming shook his hand, then released it again.

Can't speak.

What an awkward atmosphere...

Ying Sixue has been absent-minded since he was at the barbecue stall just now, and Yang Xuming has run into a wall in several conversations.

After coming down several times, even Yang Xuming's stupid and vulgar character couldn't speak.

This eldest lady doesn't buy in, it's almost like a different person.

This kind of indifferent aura that can be silently rejected thousands of miles away is quite similar to the original plum.

emmmmm...Is it possible that the plum was hurt? Or was it scared and left a deep psychological shadow?

With this in mind, Yang Xuming wouldn't be able to speak more, for fear of poking Ying Sixue's scar.

After a meal at a barbecue stall, Yang Xuming was too uninterested to eat, and finally returned to the hotel with Ying Sixue after the party broke up.

The two went back to the room separately.

"Ah...what the **** is going on? Anxious to death!"

Yang Xuming walked around the room, his head hurt.

For a person like him who is impatient, this kind of incomprehensible situation is too uncomfortable, it is simply scratching.

He really wanted to know what Ying Sixue had encountered and how his temperament had changed drastically.

Especially this matter has a lot to do with plums.

From the moment he arrived in the deserted village, Li Zi was very wrong.

She showed up several times, helped Yang Xuming point out the location of the family's corpse one after another, and then disappeared again.

When the ghost-raising mandrill mobilized her abilities, she didn't even come to kill Yang Xuming the first time, but went to find Ying Sixue instead?

This is very wrong.

Isn't Li Zi's most desire to live and die with him?

Or... the vinegar jar is really overturned? Plum began to eat Miss Ying's flying jealousy?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so to care! so tangled! I really want to know!

Yang Xuming walked around the house, from the bedroom to the balcony, from the balcony to the living room.

Finally, the doorbell rang.

Yang Xuming was a little confused.

At this point...Who would knock on the door? Could it be a special service?

He walked over and looked outside through the cat's eyes.

In the distorted scene in the cat's eyes, a girl with short hair standing at the door with her head down, her head down, her complexion pale.

Looks like you changed your clothes?

Yang Xuming opened the door, curious, "Miss?"

Ying Sixue raised her head, looked at him, and said calmly, "Is there time?"

Yang Xuming was a little confused, but nodded, "I have time...what's the matter? Is there anything wrong?"

Ying Sixue said, "If you have time, accompany me out for a walk."

With that, Ying Sixue turned and left.

That high indifferent attitude, quite a feeling of "you can figure it out if you come or not".

Yang Xuming looked at her back with some confusion, and said to her heart that this eldest lady has really changed her style?

But he closed the door and followed.

The two walked into the elevator one after another.

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue stood side by side, watching the number of stairs continue to decrease, Yang Xuming had nothing to say, "Where are we going to go shopping? I am not very familiar with Jiujiang."

Ying Sixue looked at the elevator door and said without looking up, "Just just walk around."

Soon, the elevator reached the first floor.

The two went out.

The sultry night breeze still enveloped Jiujiang.

This kind of plain area, which is close to the coast but at a certain distance from the coastline, has a distinct distribution of hot and cold seasons, and there are often only two seasons a year.

In summer, the water vapor on the sea floats to the sky, but it lacks air mobility. There is no strong wind to blow the water vapor away. When the temperature rises, the entire ground will become a living steamer. The high temperature cannot be dissipated, and the heat is too hot. It's like a stove.

In winter, the lack of mountains to block the cold current, the cold air drove straight in, and the unblocked wind brutally tore everything in the plain like a sharp razor.

The area called Jiujiang has such a climate.

What's more, there is an oversized Poyang Lake next to it, which intensifies the sultry summer.

Even though it was 12 o'clock in the morning, Yang Xuming still felt a little bit of breathlessness when he walked out of the hotel.

Too hot air makes people very uncomfortable.

His body began to sweat.

On the contrary, Ying Sixue had been walking in front of him, very calm, completely unaffected by the sultry air.

The two left the hotel in silence and strolled along the lake.

The gloomy street lamp lights, blocked by the trees by the lake, left a shadowy shadow on the ground.

In the summer, the insects sound like a noisy orchestra playing, extremely harsh.

The two walked in tandem for more than ten minutes, but Ying Sixue still said nothing.

Yang Xuming finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He took two steps forward, followed Ying Sixue, and said, "That...Miss, what do you think of this place in Jiujiang?"

Yang Xuming had nothing to say.

Ying Sixue didn't look at him, she still looked at the road ahead, and said without looking up.

"Not very good," she said calmly, "I don't see anything that can make people happy, like spare ribs abandoned for too long in the refrigerator, and all I feel is a faint smell, and a pity of abandonment."

Yang Xuming snorted in his heart-it's over! Miss this is really stimulated.

You weren't such a literary youth before!

But speaking is better than not speaking.

Yang Xuming hurriedly struck the iron while it was hot, and continued to talk, "Then what do you think of the ability to raise the ghost mandrill? Why is her ability to fulfil my wish, but can let my ghost fire burn to me... Is it possible that my ghost fire and my own consciousness? , Want to bite me back?"

In the darkness, Ying Sixue tilted her head slightly with a weird smile, "Your ghost fire... are you sure that is really your ability?"

Yang Xuming's heart jumped suddenly.

When he was stared at by Ying Sixue, he was so scared that he got goose bumps all over his body.

This kind of smile... is terrible!

Because of being frightened, Yang Xuming didn't even have time to ask Ying Sixue's weird words.

After several breaths, he calmed down.

Then he glared and complained, "Why are you smiling so scary...at night, can you still chat happily?"

"Also, what makes me sure that the ghost fire is really my ability... Is it possible that this ghost fire is not my ability?"

Ying Sixue reduced the smile on her face and restored her calm and dumb expression.

She walked to the bench by the lake and sat down, and said, "Sit here."

Ying Sixue pointed to the other end of the bench.

After Yang Xuming sat down and Ying Sixue sat down on one end of the bench, leaving a large space in the middle.

It seemed that they were awkward after a quarrel.

Yang Xuming asked sullenly, "You haven't answered my question yet."