His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 824

Anyway, every month someone who doesn't know what to do will be sent here to be punished, and she's used to it.

In front of you is a bluestone-brick avenue, about six meters wide, which stretches forward infinitely in a zigzag way, with no end in sight.

There are simulated mountain cliffs on both sides. There are many thrilling curves on the cliffs, leaving many irregular holes. Probably, it is the result of the predecessors doing the rating task.

She walked slowly forward with a broom.

It's not very dirty here, she saw the obvious dirt, so she swept it.

Back in the temple, sweeping the floor in the morning was a compulsory task, so now it's not a punishment for her, but it can help her calm down.

This place, the further you go, the narrower the sky above.

As the sky darkened, the street lamps turned on one by one.

It was quiet and no one around.

Just as she was about to sit down and take a break, a voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker.

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

It was the old man's voice.

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

She got up and pushed the cart back.

There are no leaves around, basically no rework.

But she was quickly beaten in the face.

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

There is no wind at this time, and it is impossible for those soots to be blown.

She turned her head and looked at the sidewalk.

Seeing this, he was taken aback.

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

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

There was no light in the corridor, and the street lights outside could only see his waist down. Further up, Qian Miao was blurred, and only his angular profile could be seen.

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

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

After a while, she pointed to the soot on the ground with her broom, and made a sign language: sweep it by herself.

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

At this time, Qian Miao saw his mask clearly.

The mask was very hideous, with three colors of red and black, with sharp eyes and big mouth, like the ghosts and gods in the culture of R country.

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

Qian Miao frowned, swept up the soot, tipped the cart, and pushed the cart forward.

The man walked slowly, as if relaxing.

The ash on his fingers pulled a line down the road.

Qian Miao immediately dropped off the cart and stepped forward to grab his hand.

The man turned back, the hideous mask facing her.

Qian Miao: Soot can't be dusted anywhere.

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

Then, he waved Qian Mi's hand away.

The wound on his wrist was pulled in an instant, and Qian Miao let out a muffled groan in pain.

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

That gauze should be changed.

However, there was no sympathy and pity in his eyes, except for indifference.

He just stared at her for two seconds before continuing to walk.

Qian Mi picked up a stone, threw it at random, and threw it towards his smoke.

The next second, the stone she threw out was caught between two fingers of the man who didn't look back at all. Before he could react, he threw the small stone back without looking back when the other's finger moved.