"Ah, the rain has stopped."

The man with black-framed glasses looked up and looked at the clear sky.

"Um?"

Suddenly hearing the voices of his companions beside him, the woman was stunned and then slowly realized what the other party said.

"Has the rain stopped?"

She subconsciously raised her head, and water dripped down her wet bangs and fell on her eyelashes.

She lowered her head in panic, shook her head, then reached out to squeeze a handful of the sticky bangs and stroked it aside.

The haze in front of her made her blink, and water drips fell.

...

"Mr. Xiao Xiao."

The sound coming from beside her made the woman look up suddenly.

A familiar figure walked out of the woods.

"Xiao-" Mr. Xiao...

The woman's eyes lit up and she was about to scream, and her feet couldn't help but lift them.

"Wait a moment."

The man in black framed glasses holds the woman's arm.

Seeing the woman's puzzled look, he raised his chin slightly, "Look."

She see?

The woman's eyes fell again on Xiao Xiao in confusion.

Hasn't she been watching it all the time?

Um?

Mr. Xiao Xiao... didn't look at them.

The woman suddenly discovered it.

They were clearly within the field of vision he could see, but the other party didn't even give them a look.

Mr. Xiao Xiao was watching... She looked at Xiao Xiao's gaze and was Rongrong's tombstone.

etc.

It's gone.

She looked stunned.

I had never heard her think it was the sound of wind and rain that covered the sound.

But at this time the wind and rain stopped, and the surroundings were quiet. She still didn't hear the sound of Rongrong knocking in the coffin that she had cared about before.

What's going on?

Is it because of Mr. Xiao Xiao?

She looked at Xiao Xiao again, trying to see something from the other person's face.

But he was standing in front of the tombstone with his back to them.

Just as before.

At that time, it was wind and rainy, and now a warm sun was shining on the top of the tombstone.

She couldn't see the photos of her friends clearly.

Her hand moved, and the man with black-framed glasses released the hand holding her arm.

The woman walked straight towards the tombstone.

The man with black-framed glasses followed silently.

...

The woman stood diagonally behind Xiao Xiao.

The man in black framed glasses stood beside her.

None of them made a sound, and looked at the tombstone in front of them like Xiao Xiao.

...

Xiao Xiao turned his head and saw that the two people behind him showed no unexpected expressions.

"Let's go back."

"oh."

The woman, who was in the sad mood of her friend's sudden death, subconsciously responded, and then she realized that something was wrong and called out, "Ah?"

"Wait, Mr. Xiao Xiao."

"We're going back now?"

"We're not-"

The woman paused and did nothing...

Didn't you really do nothing?

Actually, it's not?

At least Mr. Xiao Xiao definitely did something during the time he went to the forest just now.

......

"Mr. Xiao Xiao."

The man in black-framed glasses pushed his frame, "You-"

He paused for a moment and changed the question, "Is that "dongdongdongdong" sound... solved?"

"Um."

Xiao Xiao's answer made the man shook his hands, "Your purpose of coming here-"

"Is that the voice?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at the man with black-framed glasses and raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

The moment he saw Daolaogui, he knew that he needed to come here.

Humans shot by the poisonous gas of the sword will become semi-finished swords and ghosts that are neither human nor demons.

If it is allowed to climb out of the coffin, the people in the village will be in danger.

The reason why he wanted to go to Zhang Rongrong's house to check it out at first instead of coming here was because he was not sure if this semi-finished sword-laogui was still in the coffin?

Or -

Humans become swordsmen. Although they have no memory of being humans, some obsessions remain, driving their next actions.

So, sometimes obsession is really something that is both powerful and terrible.

He didn't know if the semi-finished Daolaogui that Zhang Rongrong became would return to his parents' home.

As for Zhang Rongrong's situation, her obsession is likely to be her parents' nostalgia.

For this reason, he wanted to go to Zhang Rongrong's house to take a look first.

...

"Then, Mr. Xiao Xiao."

The man with black-framed glasses looked calm and looked straight at Xiao Xiao, "Can you tell us what that voice is...?"

"Uh-huh,"

The woman nodded on the side like pounding garlic, "Mr. Xiao Xiao, I really want to know too."

"That voice is not Rongrong-"

Her voice stopped abruptly, and the anxiousness on her face became a little stiff.

Now, she actually knew that the chance of the voice being that her friend suddenly came back was very low.

Even so, she couldn't help but look at Xiao Xiao with some fen Qixi, "Isn't it really?"

"Not what you thought."

Xiao Xiao's straightforward answer made the dim light in the woman's eyes dim.

"Isn't it? That's right..."

The woman lowered her eyes and murmured to herself, "Nothing is that good..."

When the man with black-framed glasses was worried about saying something, the woman had already raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Xiao with a burning look, "So, what is that voice?"
To be continued...