The candle was burning and the light was swaying. The old man looked at Yang Jian with a lonely expression and said nothing.

Yang Jian also looked at the old man and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was now completely uninterested in the affairs of the Republic of China. Even if the old man deliberately said something affectionate, he couldn't afford any sympathy.

It doesn't matter whether he is wrong or not, he only cares about whether he can survive in the future.

From what he heard today, he can be 100% sure of one thing, that is, in the near future, the supernatural will completely break out, the kind that will affect the whole world, a full-scale outbreak, if his guess is correct.

At that time, not only the supernatural beings suppressed during the Republic of China will break out, but also the supernatural beings suppressed by the predecessors.

What the situation was like at that time, God knows, and only God knows.

Yang Jian exhaled, his eyes returned to calm, and he looked up at the sky outside the door.

"Had I known that, I would have listened to the advice and stopped pursuing the secrets of the Republic of China. I spent a long time here listening to nonsense."

The sky is filled with white clouds, rising and falling, and the golden sun is among them.

"Boy, what's the look on your face? Why do you feel as if you've stepped on a piece of dog shit?"

The old man said helplessly:

"Boy, you have to be considerate of us. There's nothing you can do about it, and we don't want this to happen."

well……

The old man let out a long sigh, looking very bitter.

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath. He was too lazy to say anything more, waved his hand towards the old man, stood up and said:

"Old man, I know almost everything. It's time for me to leave. I have to go to the headquarters tomorrow."

Looking at Yang Jian who stood up, the old man sighed, shook his head and said no more to ask Yang Jian to understand their time, it was not necessary.

Yang Jian is no more ruthless than Lin Qian.

"Okay, but you have to take Coco with you to Dajing City this time. Lin Qian specifically said before leaving that Coco should go with you. Coco has to ask the headquarters for something."

"As for what it is, I don't know."

The old man said in a calm tone, his expression regained his composure, as if the lonely old man just now was not him.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, he looked at the old man, and then at Coco, who was wearing a bright red windbreaker. To be honest, if it weren't for the handsomeness of the little girl, she would be simply miserable in that red dress.

"Well, I understand, I will take good care of Coco."

After Yang Jian looked at the little girl for a while, he spoke.

The old man nodded, and a smile appeared on his face again. He still believed what Yang Jian said.

"That's good. I'll leave Coco to you. Don't let her be in danger. Otherwise, if she thinks she can't fight, she will be in trouble."

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Jian's face became serious:

"I'll pay attention."

"Okay, let's take Coco and leave. It would be better to go and come back early."

The old man looked at the little girl's back with some reluctance and let out a long breath.

Yang Jian didn't care much about this. He turned around and walked to Coco, who was wearing a bright red dress, rubbed her head and said:

"Let's go and go hang out in Dajing City with my uncle. I heard that there are a lot of delicious food there and the prices are quite cheap."

Coco, who had been secretly eavesdropping on their conversation for a long time, started to feel excited when she heard that she was going to Dajing City.

Now when he heard Yang Jian's words, he couldn't hold it back any longer. He jumped up with a smile on his little face:

"Great!"

After shouting cheerfully, Coco did not forget to turn around and wave goodbye to the old man:

"Grandpa Fang, Coco is gone. Grandpa, don't worry, Coco will miss you while eating!"

Hearing Lin Keke's words, Yang Jian was speechless. He held Keke's little hand and walked out of the tailor shop. Before leaving, he turned back and glanced at the old man with an extremely indifferent expression.

To be honest, if the old man had told him about the tragedy of the Republic of China before he became a ghost master and was still an ordinary person, he wouldn't have cared about anything.

Times are different and it's hard to empathize with him, let alone him now.

Now he also understood why Lin Qian didn't pursue the secrets of the Republic of China period, and even said that things during the Republic of China period were meaningless, which was very frustrating.

Now it seems to be true, life and death are determined by fate, wealth is in heaven, and an era often begins to be chaotic just because of a very absurd little thing.

This is what happened in the Republic of China...

"What a boring story, the Republic of China? Haha, a ridiculous era."

Yang Jian walked out of the tailor shop, holding Ke Ke's little jade-white hand, and looked up at the clouds and tigers in the sky. Storms were coming, the sky was about to change, and chaos was about to arise. Who could turn the tide?

Is it Yang Jian? Or is it the chuunibyou? Or is it Lin Qian?

Who knows? Maybe, maybe not. Yang Jian doesn't know how terrifying it would be to accumulate supernatural powers for thousands of years, and he doesn't want to know.

"I just want to survive, but why is it so difficult to survive?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The sun was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Compared with Yang Jian, who was worried a lot, our Coco didn't have so many worries. With Yang Jian holding her hand, she pulled the small satchel on her body, patted the festive and cute little bag gently, and confirmed that it was a beautiful girl.

The tube was still inside, which made her feel relieved.

"When we meet the uncle named Wang Xiaoming, Coco must ask Uncle Wang Xiaoming to give her mother's things to Coco as soon as possible. Coco has not seen her mother for a long time."

The little girl was so happy thinking that she would be able to see her mother soon. As she walked, she fantasized about how to comb her mother's hair. Her mother used to like letting her comb her hair.

When she thought of combing her hair, the little girl suddenly thought of her mother's hair. Her mother's hair smelled delicious and felt smooth to the touch. She liked it best.

And my mother’s clothes are the softest and most comfortable, and she also likes them the most.

Although her mother doesn't like to talk very much, Cocoa just likes this kind of mother, especially her mother's undying love for her father, which makes Cocoa like her even more.

The little girl's thoughts were flying, turning into streams flowing into the distance and disappearing, like fleeting meteors, out of reach.

The little girl's thoughts are always wild and wild. One moment she thinks of her mother, another moment she thinks of her father, and the next moment she thinks of big chicken drumsticks.

Random thoughts in her mind, no pressure, but it kept her happy all the time.

The little girl in Yang Jian's eyes always seems to be so carefree, without any worries, and happy every day.

Except for that time when she saw Coco squatting alone next to Guixue, who was not very happy, she was so lively and cute at other times.

To be honest, he was a little envious. From this little girl, he saw a little bit of other things. With this little girl, he felt that some of his lost feelings had been restored.

This feeling is very good, it couldn't be better...

Yang Jian felt the change in his thinking, and the corner of his mouth curled up:

"Lin Qian, Lin Qian, with such a daughter, your wife will never be able to get rid of her."

A flash of red light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, and Yang Jian knew very well how weird this little girl was.

From every time he comes into contact with this little girl, he can feel that this little girl can influence others. This influence is subtle. If he stays with her for a long time, he will involuntarily have a good impression of the little girl and the Cunning Bride.

The rest of the people are okay. After being affected, nothing will happen. Instead, they will slowly recover the emotions that were eroded by the evil ghost. This is a good thing.

But he was not very friendly to Lin Qian. For Lin Qian, this influence was undoubtedly to cultivate a relationship between him and the strange bride, an extremely strange relationship.

To put it nicely, it’s about feelings, to put it badly, it’s to deepen the connection...

That's why Yang Jian's words made Lin Qian and the Cunning Bride a match made in heaven...

Yang Jian smiled, it was none of his business anyway, she was just a bride, not his wife, so it would be better to let Lin Qian have a headache.

In the tailor shop, the old man looked at the large and small children leaving, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he shook his head helplessly:

"Doesn't this kid have any sympathy? How can he be as virtuous as Mr. Lin? Alas... I'm so worried..."

In the dim tailor shop, with candlelight flickering, an old man with gray hair, not much younger than Mr. Fang, walked out of the back room.

The white-haired old man looked out the door with a very calm expression. He sat down on the chair where Yang Jian had just sat, took another tea cup, got a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

"Lao Fang, are you too busy? Why are you telling your juniors that you have nothing to do?"

"If he wants to ask about the secrets of the Republic of China, just tell him directly. What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You can talk about things that can be explained clearly in just a few sentences, but I am getting angry when I listen to you."

"I remember you weren't like this before. Why do you think you're sad for spring and autumn now that you're older?"

"Where did the recklessness of my youth go? Was it carried away by a dog?"

The white-haired old man glanced at Mr. Fang, his eyes full of disdain and verbose, not like a man.

Mr. Fang turned to look at his old friend, sighed, and did not care about his cynicism:

"Sigh... I originally wanted to tell the truth about the Republic of China period to make that kid feel even a little sympathy, even a little bit. It would be better if it was anger."

"The result is, well, this guy is not much worse than Mr. Lin. He remained expressionless throughout the whole process and even thought I was blabbering and never got to the point."

"I think when boy Lin heard this, he still looked at me like he was trash. But in the end, this boy didn't even look at me, which is a bit sad."

Hearing what Mr. Fang said, the white-haired old man's mouth twitched, but his face remained expressionless. The old man chuckled and said:

"Haha, how can today's young people understand the tragedy of that era? They have no time to take care of themselves, and they still sympathize with others?"
To be continued...