Chapter 868 The Old Lady (1)

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After begging God, Yang Zimei couldn't stop herself.

If she can't find Xiaoqian, she suffers from anxiety.

After giving Song Xuan acupuncture, it was only after four in the morning that she was going out to find Xiaoqian.

"Ripple, you can accompany Mr. Song at home. I'm afraid there will be an accident and you will be lost again."

Ripple looks so cute, because of the catastrophe, its spiritual power is also bound and cannot be exerted. Except for the ability to read minds and write, other skills are estimated to be similar to ordinary puppies.

It looks so cute, it's hard to guarantee that it won't be tricked by some bad-hearted people.

What's more, a densely populated and complex metropolis like Guangyuan is really complicated.

Ripple can read minds, so she naturally understands her thoughts and pain, so she nods her head to reassure her.

Yang Zimei hugged it and went out.

People in big cities are used to going to bed late and getting up late.

The streets are usually full of traffic, and the bustling streets are empty. Except for the occasional car passing by, there are cleaners who get up early.

In order to facilitate the search for Xiaoqian in the streets and alleys, Yang Zimei did not drive, but carried out a carpet search by walking.

She ran extremely fast, as if a white shadow flashed by in an instant.

Occasionally, one or two cleaners saw her figure and blinked, only to find that she was gone. They thought they had encountered a ghost, and they shivered a little with fright.

Yang Zimei unknowingly found the old town of Guangyuan City.

This old town is not the kind of residential old town where Song Xuan is located, but an industrial old town, which is considered to be abandoned. On those dim old walls, red demolition characters are written everywhere.

Because the popularity is scarce, and the age is relatively long, it is lingering with the evil spirit.

As soon as Yang Zimei walked in, she felt that the temperature here was much lower than that outside.

The floor of the alley here still retains the kind of bluestone floor that was hundreds of years ago. Few people walk, resulting in moss everywhere.

When Yang Zimei was looking around, she suddenly heard the sound of someone wearing clogs stepping on the ground from the depths of the alley...

Kick him...tap...tap...

The clogs stepped on the bluestone slab, and it came from the alley. It was very long, very clear, and very harsh.

Yang Zimei also found that the time interval and severity of the tap sound seemed to be the same, as if the person walking was measuring his footsteps precisely.

If it were an ordinary person, this kind of footsteps would be impossible.

Yang Zimei thought of Qingyun, the living dead man that day.

The interval and weight of the steps he walked were also measured by the most precise instruments, so accurate that there was no deviation.

She performed light work, ran over to the sound of the clogs, and saw a strange scene.

She saw an old lady whose back was facing her, dressed in ordinary black clothes, but wearing a pair of Japanese-style clogs on her feet, constantly raising her feet, lowering her feet, raising her feet, lowering her feet...

But not even a step!

She seemed to be just enjoying the sound of the clogs stomping on the ground!

What is this old lady doing?

Yang Zimei felt inexplicable, and didn't want to do anything, just wanted to leave to continue looking for Xiaoqian, but found that the old lady suddenly turned around.

Seeing the old lady's face, Yang Zimei was a little stunned.

This old lady is none other than the old lady who spent more than one billion yuan on the Jingming family's blue star at the jewelry exhibition that day.

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