When Wang Yue arrived at Vermilion Bird Street, the sky, which had been pouring rain, suddenly cleared. He looked around and saw that the wide, empty street was completely deserted.
No, that wasn't quite right. There were only him and Mo Shanshan!
But surely the Vermilion Bird hadn't grown angry because of him and Mo Shanshan. So why had it?
Was it fighting someone?
Looking at the empty street and the Vermilion Bird statue above it, Mo Shanshan asked curiously, "A Yue, the Vermilion Bird suddenly woke up. Does that mean something serious has happened?"
Wang Yue shook his head. He didn't know either, but he knew this wasn't a place to linger. Someone would come to investigate soon.
He hurriedly took Mo Shanshan's hand and said as they walked, "I don't know either. Let's go see my friend first. I have no idea what happened to him."
Mo Shanshan knew this wasn't the time to worry about that, so she quickly followed Wang Yue. Out of the corner of her eye, she kept studying the Vermilion Bird statue. She had never seen one before.
Maybe it was her imagination, but she clearly felt as if the statue had glanced at them.
The two arrived at the entrance to Lane 47. Wang Yue introduced the place to Mo Shanshan. "I rented this teahouse. Would you rather go in for a cup of tea and wait here, or come with me to find my friend?"
Mo Shanshan hesitated, then said earnestly, "I'd better go with you. If something happens to you, you might have to come back and tell me. That would waste too much time."
Wang Yue was glad to see how understanding Mo Shanshan was. He promptly took her with him to Shubizhai, deep in the lane.
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