Summer past looked up and down at the red thread that was gradually floating in the air. She observed it carefully. In fact, the red thread had a lot of feet. But she couldn't see the head and the eye, and she couldn't tell which end was the front and which was the end.
When the red line floated in front of her, Xia Tian stopped the sound of the flute. In the blink of an eye, the red line bit Xia Tian's hand and returned to the air.
Xia Tian felt his hand go numb, but it passed again in an instant. When he looked at the red thread again, he saw it stopping in the air. He blew it up again and the red thread returned to the box in the dressing table.
Xia Keke put the box away. "Book, it's okay. There's really a vermin. But the growing of this vermin is so strange, it looks like a red line
