Chapter 824

Anyway, every month, people who are ungrateful will be sent here to sweep the scan, and she has long been used to it.

In front of me is a bluestone brick avenue, about six meters wide, extending infinitely forward in a winding manner, without seeing the end.

There are simulated high mountain cliffs on both sides, and many thrilling bends have been made on the cliffs, leaving many irregular holes. Perhaps it is the result of the predecessors when they were doing rating tasks.

She slowly walked forward with a broom.

It wasn't very dirty here. She saw that it was obvious that it was dirty and then swept it.

In the temple, sweeping the floor in the morning was a compulsory homework, so now it is not a punishment for her, but it can calm her mind.

The closer you go, the narrower the sky above you will be.

As the sky darkened, the street lights lit up one by one.

It was quiet around, no one was there.

Just as she was about to sit down and take a break, a sound suddenly came from the speaker.

"Hey, I'll just scan here today. You'll go back now, rework, and you can go back after the rework is finished!"

It was the voice of the old man.

Thinking of that old man, Qianmiao remembered that computer again.

She got up and pushed the cart back.

There are no leaves around, so basically no rework is needed.

But she was quickly slapped in the face.

After turning back for a while, under the bright street lights, a piece of blue brick was covered with smoke.

There is no wind at this time, and the ashes cannot be blown.

She turned her head and looked at the corridor on the side.

When I saw it, I was shocked.

There was a person leaning on the path between the two of them.

He was tall and stood quietly against the wall, holding a cigarette in his fingers.

There was no light in the corridor, and the street lights outside could only see his waist down. Further up, Qianmiao was vague, and could only see his angular side face.

A sense of familiarity came up, and she blinked her eyes hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the other party had already put on the mask.

Without light, Qianmiao could not see clearly his mask.

After a while, she pointed to the ashes on the ground with a broom and compared it with sign language: Sweep it yourself.

The other party took a sip of cigarette and walked out of the darkness.

At this time, Qianmiao saw his mask clearly.

The mask is very ferocious, with red, black and white colors, with sharp eyes and big mouths, like ghosts and gods in R country culture.

He didn't say anything, and walked straight past her and towards the door.

Qianmiao frowned, swept up the ashes, poured the cart forward and pushed the cart forward.

The man walked very slowly, as if he was relaxing.

The ashes on his fingers pulled a line on the road.

Qianmiao immediately dropped the cart and stepped forward to grab his hand.

The man turned around and his hideous mask looked at her.

Qianmiao: The ashes cannot be dusted anywhere.

The man slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the cigarette on his fingers.

Then, he waved Qianmiao's hand away.

The wound on his wrist was pulled in an instant, and Qianmiao let out a muffled groan.

The man stared at her coldly, saw the bruises on her fingers, and saw the bleeding gauze on her wrist.

The gauze should be replaced.

However, there was no sympathy or pitifulness in his eyes, and there was nothing else except indifference.

He just stared at her for two seconds and then continued to walk forward.

Qianmiao picked up a stone, threw it casually, and threw it towards his cigarette.

The next second, the stone she threw out was sandwiched between the man who had not turned around at all. Before he could react, the other party's fingers moved and he threw the small stone back without looking back.
Chapter completed!