Chapter 868: That old lady (1)

After asking God, Yang Zimei couldn't stop himself.
Can't find Xiao Qian, she has anxiety.
After doing acupuncture for Song Xuan, it was only four o'clock in the morning, and she had to go out to find Xiao Qian.
"Ripple, please stay with Mr. Song at home. I'm afraid there will be an accident that will cause you to be lost."
Ripples are so cute, because of the calamity, their spiritual power is also restrained and cannot be exerted. Except for reading minds and writing, other skills are estimated to be similar to ordinary dogs.
It looks so cute and it's hard to guarantee that it won't be thought of by some bad-hearted people.
What's more, Guangyuan, a densely populated and complex metropolis, is really complicated.
Ripple reads the mind, and naturally understands her mind and pain, so she nodded to reassure her.
Yang Zimei hugged it and went out.
People in big cities are used to sleeping late and getting up late.
The traffic is usually crowded, and the busy streets are empty. In addition to the occasional passing of a car, there are early cleaners.
In order to find Xiaoqian in the streets and alleys, Yang Zimei did not drive, but took a carpet-like search instead.
She ran very fast, as if a white shadow flashed instantly.
Occasionally, one or two cleaners saw her figure and blinked, but found that she was gone, and thought she had encountered a ghost, shaking her a bit.
Yang Zimei unknowingly found the old city of Guangyuan.
This old town is not the residential old town where Song Xuan is located, but the old industrial town, which is considered to be abandoned. Those dark old walls are full of red demolition.
Because the popularity is sparse and the age is relatively long, it is haunting the evil spirit.
Yang Zimei walked in and felt that the temperature here was much lower than outside.
The floor of the alley here still retains the kind of bluestone floor from hundreds of years ago, and few people walk, resulting in moss everywhere.
As Yang Zimei looked around, he suddenly heard the sound of someone walking on the ground wearing a wooden clog ...
Kick him ... Tap ... Tap ...
The wooden cricket stepped on this bluestone slab and came from the alley, looking very long, clear, and harsh.
Yang Zimei also found that the time interval and the weight of the tap sound seemed to be the same, as if the person who walked, specifically measuring his footsteps.
If it were ordinary people, such a step would not happen.
Yang Zimei thought of Qingyun, who was alive and dead that day.
The pace and weight of the steps he took were as if measured by the most precise instruments, without any deviations.
She performed light work, ran forward along the sound of wooden clogs, and saw a weird scene.
I saw an old woman facing her, wearing an ordinary black clothes, but wearing a pair of Japanese wooden clogs on her feet, constantly lifting his feet in place, lowering feet, raising feet, lowering feet ...
But he didn't even take a step!
She just seemed to be enjoying the sound of the wooden clambling!
What is this old lady doing?
Yang Zimei felt inexplicable and didn't want to be troubled. He just wanted to leave to continue looking for Xiao Qian, but found that the old lady turned around suddenly.
Seeing the old lady's face, Yang Zimei was stunned.
This old lady is no one else. It was the old lady who spent more than one billion arrogantly at the jewelry exhibition that day.