Chapter 824： Throw your soot everywhere

Anyway, people who don't know good or bad will be sent here every month to be punished. She has long been used to it.

In front of me was a bluestone brick avenue, about six meters wide, and it stretched forward indefinitely, with no end in sight.

On both sides are simulated high mountains and cliffs. There are many thrilling bends on the cliffs, leaving a lot of irregular holes. Probably, it is the result of the predecessors when doing the rating task.

She took the broom and moved forward slowly.

It's not very dirty here, she only swept it when she saw it was obviously dirty.

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

In this place, the farther you go, the narrower the sky on top.

As the sky darkened, the street lights came on one by one.

It's quiet, no one is around.

Just as she was about to sit down and rest, suddenly a voice came from the horn.

"Hey, I'll be here today, you go back now, rework, and you can go back after the rework!"

It's the voice of the old man.

Thinking of the old man, Qian Miao thought of the computer again.

She got up and walked back, pushing the cart.

There are no leaves around, basically no rework.

But she was beaten in the face soon.

After turning back for a while, under the bright street lamp, a blue brick was covered with soot.

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

She turned her head and looked at the side corridor.

At this look, he was taken aback.

In the wide path between the two, there was a person leaning against.

He is tall, standing quietly against the wall, with a cigarette between his fingers.

There is no light in the corridor, and the street lights outside can only see his waist down. Further up, Qian Mi was vague, and he could only see his angular profile.

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

There was no light, Qian Miao looked hard, and couldn't see the appearance of his mask.

After a while, she took the broom and pointed at the soot on the ground, and made a sign: sweep it herself.

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

At this time, Qianmiao could see his mask clearly.

The mask is very hideous, with three colors of red, black and white, with sharp eyes and big mouth, like a ghost in the R culture.

He didn't speak, and went straight past her and walked towards the door.

Qian Mian frowned, swept the ashes away, and pushed the cart forward when he fell on the cart.

The man walked slowly, as if he was relaxing.

The soot from his finger drew a line on the road.

Qianmiao immediately dropped off the cart and stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

The man turned his head, his hideous mask facing her.

Qianmiao: You can't dust the soot anywhere.

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

Then, he waved Qianmiao's hand.

The injury on his wrist was pulled in an instant, and Qian Miao let out a muffled snort of pain.

The man stared at her indifferently, seeing the bruises on her fingers and the bleeding gauze on her wrists.

The gauze should be changed.

However, there was no sympathy and pity in his eyes, except for indifference, nothing else.

He just stared at her for two seconds before moving on.

Qian Miao picked up a stone, flung it at random, and threw it at his smoke.

The next second, the stone she threw out was caught between **** by the man who hadn't looked back. He didn't react. The other party moved his finger and didn't look back, and he threw the small stone back.