At the moment, Zhang Xiaofan can clearly realize that from just now on until now, there has been a similar breath behind him, and he has been firmly locked in himself.
To be exact, someone is following him secretly!
"Ha ha..."
After thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan's mouth rose, outlined a touch of cold, then turned directly and walked towards a small alley of fart essence on the right.
I can see that Zhang Xiaofan's pace is still as slow as before.
But he can still clearly feel that the person behind him is always following him, keeping a safe distance from him, and always firmly following him.
However, this person did not emit any trace of murderous gas, hiding in the bustling crowd.
Zhang Xiaofan, on the other hand, is constantly changing his own direction of progress, especially going to some corners.
After seeing Zhang Xiaofan in front of him, he finally came to a secluded alley with no one around.
The guy not far away who is following Zhang Xiaofan silently is also slightly stunned, but "he" is, after all, a master of Arts, bold, just a little thought in his heart, and then quickly followed.
At the end of this secluded alley, there is a courtyard with the characteristics of the old imperial capital and few people living in it. It covers a vast area.
As for the stalker, he just stepped into the alley and realized for the first time that he had lost Zhang Xiaofan, not to mention whether there was any trace of Zhang Xiaofan, or even no ghost.
After noticing this, the "stalker" also frowned, but after looking at the only courtyard in front of him, after a little deliberation, he finally chose to stride into the courtyard.
After walking into the courtyard, you can see that the courtyard is desolate, and the withered branches and leaves can be seen everywhere in the courtyard. However, after carefully looking around, the "tracker" still can't find Zhang Xiaofan's whereabouts.
"It's really a ghost. How can you say no, no, no? It doesn't make sense... "
Because of this inexplicable situation, the "stalker" feels very strange. Can he even lose a young man just by his means of tracking?!!
"Creak..."
However, at this moment, the sound of opening and closing of the old wooden door suddenly came from behind, which made the "tracker" feel like "clucking!" With a sound, he quickly turned around and went along the road.
The man she was following was leaning leisurely against the door frame, with a pocket in one hand and a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of the other hand.
"I'm almost all the way with you. What's your purpose?"
During the conversation, Zhang Xiaofan slowly spits out a smoke ring. His face is relaxed. It seems that the girl in front of him is being followed, not Zhang Xiaofan.
"You..."
"You found out. I've been following you all the time?"
Just listen, a clear and melodious voice slowly came, the tracker was actually a pure girl with a face of no more than 21, two years old