Chapter 1 Torrential Rain

Rong City was experiencing a rare torrential rain tonight. Jiangcheng Studio was located in the old district, and the drainage system was not very effective. The low-lying areas in front of the studio were severely flooded.

In the afternoon, Jiangcheng took Huai Yi and Fatty to the supermarket and stocked up on a large wave of supplies. The old altar pickled cabbage-flavored instant noodles were heavily discounted, practically free, so they bought three boxes in one go.

As they were about to leave, the supermarket manager approached them and enthusiastically promoted that there were more than ten boxes in the warehouse, asking if they wanted them. If they did, they could get an even better price.

Jiangcheng smelled a conspiracy from the manager's ingratiating smile. He decisively refused and even demanded that the three boxes they had already bought be returned.

But Fatty refused. Huai Yi also clamored that he loved that flavor. Jiangcheng was embarrassed to force them.

Having wandered in nightmares for a long time, Fatty and Huai Yi both enjoyed this long-lost leisure time. The two of them each pushed a shopping cart. Later, it wasn't enough to hold everything, so they forced Jiangcheng to push one as well.

Three big men pushing three of the largest shopping carts, chatting and laughing in the shopping area, attracted many strange looks.

Only when checking out at the cashier, Fatty and Huai Yi hid far away. Jiangcheng sighed, silently took out his accumulated cash, paid the bill, and left.

In the evening, Fatty cooked a table full of delicious dishes. Huai Yi helped throughout the whole process, while Jiangcheng sat on the sofa, listening to the sound of the pouring rain outside, contemplating life.

Huai Yi was in high spirits tonight and soon began talking about his romantic experiences with several ex-girlfriends. But when he talked about his first love, he cried uncontrollably, saying that every girlfriend he found later had a shadow of his first love.

Jiangcheng didn't say anything, just slowly drank his wine, watching the light red liquid swirl and shatter in the goblet. He seemed to recall many things, things from a long time ago.

"Doctor." Fatty raised his glass, burped, his cheeks red, his breath filled with a strong smell of alcohol. He stared at Jiangcheng with a smile, "I have a question, I don't know if I should ask?"

"When you already realize a question might be inappropriate, it's best not to ask it." Jiangcheng shook the wine glass in his hand and took a light sip.

"No, I insist on asking." Fatty straightened his back, his mouth wide open, looking like he had the courage of his convictions from the alcohol. Some things, he really wouldn't dare to ask while sober.

Jiangcheng glanced at him and didn't speak.

"Doctor, you are not bad yourself, why don't you find a girlfriend?" Fatty grinned.

Huai Yi, who was immersed in his own painful past with his ex-girlfriend, suddenly perked up. He immediately interrupted Fatty righteously, saying, "Brother Fugui, I'm not saying this to you, but why do you have to rub salt into the wound? You know that Jiang-ge's kidneys are not good, at most 30 seconds, and you still keep bringing up his shortcomings. You are really... really too bad."

"Penalty, drink up!" Huai Yi slapped his thigh, his face flushed, shouting even louder than Fatty.

"There isn't a suitable one." Jiangcheng rarely expressed anything. "I'm used to being alone."

Under Huai Yi's encouragement, Fatty poured another large glass of beer, wiped his mouth, and giggled stupidly, "How can there not be a suitable one? I think there are many girls who like you, Doctor. Miss Nan Jin is not bad."

"I'm not familiar with her." Jiangcheng said.

"Get to know each other and you'll become familiar." Fatty encouraged, "Doctor, you should be more proactive. Your personality is too gloomy. This is not good. You'll get sick sooner or later."

"Gu Yun" "Not suitable." Jiangcheng shook his head.

Huai Yi shook his head, half a bottle of beer down. He saw two heads when he looked at Fatty, and it was even more stimulating when he looked at Jiangcheng. There were actually six arms. "Hehe." Huai Yi was very bold at the moment. He dared to kiss the ghosts if they came. "Fu... Brother Fugui, I'm not saying you, you guys from Crimson are good at fighting, but you're really novices in matters of love. Jiang-ge... Jiang-ge is obviously in this state because he has someone in his heart."

"Is that so?" Fatty and Huai Yi echoed each other.

Jiangcheng frowned slightly and put down his wine glass. "Okay, stop drinking. It's late. Clean up and go upstairs to sleep."

Huai Yi laughed at Jiangcheng, completely oblivious to the situation, "Brother Fugui, look, he's anxious, he's anxious!"

Just as Huai Yi was about to say a few more words with the help of alcohol, he suddenly felt a chill. The chill came suddenly, instantly making him seven parts sober, as if he had been thrown into icy water.

He subconsciously looked in the direction the chill was coming from. Then, the last three parts of his drunkenness disappeared. He saw Jiangcheng sitting on the sofa, and his shadow stood up, a pair of red eyes staring at him, as if waiting for his next words.

Huai Yi stood up with a jerk. While cleaning the table, he said to Fatty, who was just getting excited, "Brother Fugui, please help Jiang-ge upstairs to rest first. I'll go up after I finish cleaning up. I drank too much today and said a lot of things I shouldn't have said. Don't mind me. I was just joking."

After speaking, he didn't listen to Fatty and started cleaning the table. Sultan Novel Network

Jiangcheng went back to his bedroom and fell asleep. He felt good today, like his life had returned to his hands. As for what Huai Yi and Fatty said, he didn't care, let alone think about it.

Listening to the pattering rain outside the window, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

About 50 meters away from the studio was an open-air parking lot. There were not many cars in the parking lot in this kind of weather.

A black car was parked there, inconspicuous under the cover of the rain.

"Hey, I said, are we still going to wait and see? I don't think it's necessary." A boy was sitting in the passenger seat, full of arrogance that deserved a beating, raising his feet and putting them behind the car window.

The man sitting in the driver's seat was wearing a cowboy hat and ordinary black clothes.

"Number 13, are you listening to me?" The boy was a little annoyed after being ignored. In this kind of weather, he should be holed up in a warm room playing games or cards, or at the very least, gossiping about someone. There was no need to suffer here.

"Wait a little longer." Number 2 finally opened his mouth. "You also know that all the supernatural events in Rong City were cleared overnight, and more than a dozen disciples were killed. How terrifying is that power?"

"I know, you guys speculate that it was done by that guy named Wu, but I don't think so." Number 13 put his hand comfortably on the back of the chair and squinted, saying, "He hasn't devoured that door yet, so he doesn't have that kind of power. The fact that he hasn't discovered us yet is enough to prove this."

The snow-white headlights turned on, and Number 2 started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

"Oh, Number 2, you've finally seen the light. Let's go, let's go, let's go home and sleep." Number 13 breathed a sigh of relief. Number 2's personality was particularly stubborn. He thought he was going to wait until morning.

Number 2 glanced at the rearview mirror, only to see a man holding a knife in his arms sitting in the back seat.