After eating the dry food in her hand, she stood up and walked to the door of the broken house. She watched the heavy rain fall on the soil outside, and there was already a faint sign of water accumulation in the rain.

It had been raining for so long, but it was still not raining. She sighed slightly in her heart and looked back at the people in the broken house. Others couldn't see it, but she saw the Yin Tang black and the dead spirit was filled with death from their faces.

It was not that the death aura appeared on the faces of one or two people, but that was the case with the people in the broken house. As the night fell, the death aura on their faces became heavier and heavier.

When she went here to shelter from the rain and saw their black faces floating in death, she knew that there were storms and thunder, and these people who shelter from the rain might die due to natural disasters. She shouldn't have stepped into the mixed-up, but she had already entered the broken house at that time.

If the man in brocade clothes made things difficult for her, the family did not give her any help, squeezed out a seat to shelter from the wind and rain, and gave her clothes to keep the cold, maybe she could say, it was a blessing or a disaster, or a disaster.

But she owed a favor.

She glanced at the family and sighed helplessly: How much virtue did their ancestors accumulate? That’s why they met her here?

"Little Master, why don't you rest?" the young man asked, looking at the little monk standing at the door of the broken house with the wind blowing, and smiled, "Are you not cold standing there to blow the wind?"

Tang Ning pulled the coat on his body, walked back, thought for a while, and said, "I was thinking, is it safe for us to come here because it is raining so heavily? Why don't we go forward and find a place to shelter from the wind and rain?"

When he heard this, the young man was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "Are you worried that this place is not safe? Don't worry! My father had already seen it when he came in to shelter from the rain. Although this broken house was broken, the walls were still strong. Moreover, the mountain behind this broken house was dozens of meters away from here, and there were no big trees around that would cause lightning to strike, so it was very safe to shelter from the wind and rain here."

He said, and smiled again, "What's more, the sky is dark outside and the wind and rain are heavy. Where will it be safe to go out now? Don't worry! Nothing will happen here."

"Swish, you are really a person who is afraid of death." The man in brocade sneered, obviously hearing the words of the little monk.

When the men wearing swords heard this, they also pulled the corners of their mouths and laughed, and continued to rest with their eyes closed.

Tang Ning didn't even look at the man in brocade clothes. She just looked at the young man and smiled bitterly: "I'm too worried." She knew that it was impossible for them to leave here in the wind and rain.

If she told them that your Yin Tang was black and dead, she would probably be even more crazy, right?

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded in the sky. The child, who had already calmed down and did not cry, looked at Tang Ning, then started to cry with his mouth flattened and opened his throat.

As soon as the child cried, the middle-aged man who was asleep woke up, and the guards looked at the child, wondering why the child cried again?

"Be good, don't cry, don't cry, mom is here." The young woman coaxed her softly, but the child cried harder and worse.

"Let me hug you!" Tang Ning stretched out his hand and looked at the young woman.

The young woman thought that the young monk had coaxed the child and stopped crying, so she handed the child over: "Please trouble the little master."

Tang Ning held the child, bent his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "No trouble."
Chapter completed!