Luo Jiutian had nodded before he realized that his father had said something a bit outrageous.
Lao Luo did not look at his son, but stared directly at the Taoist priest, and said vaguely, "It turns out that you are already mentally prepared."
The Taoist priest lowered his head and smiled, nodded quickly and almost invisibly, and said calmly, "I have been mentally prepared for a long time."
"In that case," Li Muyuan saw that the Taoist Master was resolute and said, "Taoist Master, do you really plan to take this soul-returning seed?"
The Taoist priest pursed his lips and smiled. He said nothing and only extended his hand towards Li Muyuan.
"Taoist!" Luo Jiutian wanted to step forward to stop him, but was blocked by Lao Luo.
"Jiutian," Lao Luo said in a deep voice, "This is Taoist Master's own business, so don't interfere with him."
The Taoist Priest had already taken the soul-returning seeds from Li Muyuan's hand. Li Muyuan's eyes were dark, and Luo Jiutian was anxious and confused. The Taoist Priest glanced at the two of them quietly, then lowered his head and stared at the small black particles.
"Taoist Master..." Luo Jiutian's tone even sounded like he was being coquettish.
"Jiutian, it really doesn't matter to me," the Taoist priest stared at Luo Jiutian calmly, as if the particles in his hand were not life-destroying poison, but some special candy, "Really."
After saying that, before Luo Jiutian could make any more strange noises, the Taoist Master suddenly raised his palm and swallowed up the few soul-returning seeds in his palm.
The Taoist priest tasted the taste of the soul-returning seeds in his mouth. Luo Jiutian's eyes widened, while Li Muyuan sighed.
"Don't look, the side effects won't appear so soon," Li Muyuan held the Taoist priest's arm and pulled him to the bed aside, "Quick, but the main effects will appear soon."
Luo Jiutian also changed his mood and supported the Taoist Priest's other arm.
The Taoist priest did not refuse, and when he followed the strength of the two of them and moved towards the bed, his steps began to become frivolous.
"Taoist Priest, how do you feel?" Luo Jiutian's concerned face had begun to blur.
"I...feel pretty good..." The Taoist priest's eyelids became weaker and weaker, "I...feel pretty good..."
"Really?" Luo Jiutian choked up a little.
"Taoist Master," Li Muyuan said, "Are you starting to feel sleepy?"
"A bit..." The Taoist Master's body trembled, "It's still a bit cold..."
"Don't be afraid, this feeling is not wrong," Li Muyuan's voice was floating, as if it was coming out of a ball of cotton, "Taoist Master, what you have to do is not to resist this feeling, follow this feeling.
…”
The Taoist priest slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them slowly. The appearance of the two people in front of him, together with their voices, were gradually imprinted into another world. The Taoist priest didn't know if they were walking away or if he was walking away.
, when the world in front of him was too far away to be seen, the Taoist exhaled his last breath, with a smile, and stopped the movement of his body.
***
Ten paper figures.
Xiaolan bit her lip, turned to Yi Yao and said, "Why don't we go out? Will it be safer outside?"
Yi Yao heard that Xiaolan was joking. He shrugged and said, "But if the remaining eight paper figures have the same combat power as those two, then...it doesn't seem to be something to be afraid of."
Xiaolan looked sideways at Yi Yao.
Oops, I didn’t expect that Yi Yao would also learn to speak big words.
However... Xiaolan thinks so too.
"But the paper man shouldn't be considered a corpse," Xiaolan cleared her throat and got down to business, "So, there should be other corpses here."
"Actually... Xiaolan, have you noticed," Yi Yao said hesitantly, "that there is a corpse in every room is what Xia Hua just told us."
Xiaolan seemed to have guessed what Yi Yao wanted to say, and nodded quietly.
"Then the question is, how credible are the words of that person just now?" Yi Yao's eyes and voice were a little heavy, "What do you think?"
"I don't think... I can believe it all," Xiaolan seemed to have said nonsense, "Maybe I can believe part of it?"
Yi Yao held her chin and thought for a while, then asked, "For example, which part?"
"Uh-huh..." Xiaolan was stunned by the question, and imitated Yi Yao's example and raised her chin, "For example, there are corpses in every room?"
"Then... what about the other parts?" Yi Yao was making detours again.
"Other parts?" Xiaolan scratched her head, "Are you referring to the part where Xia Hua said Qiao Moqin was the mastermind behind the scenes..."
Seeing that Xiaolan had understood his thoughts, Yi Yao stopped covering up and said bluntly, "Exactly."
Xiaolan frowned, "This is indeed a bit outrageous...but it sounds..."
"Xiao Lan, I think your point of view is right. Of course, you can't believe everything that fake Xia Hua said just now, but you can believe part of it," Yi Yao said. "I tend to think that the key information in her mouth may be
The bait to lure us in."
"Key information refers to..."
"She told us that Qiao Moqin was the mastermind behind the scenes. What will it bring?" Yi Yao analyzed calmly, "Once we leave here, of course we will go to Laoqiao to confront him, but the people in Laoqiao haven't woken up yet.
, you can’t even defend yourself, and this news will spread..."
"I understand," Xiaolan pursed her lips and said seriously, "You think that Xia Hua just now was framing Qiao Moqin."
"It's very possible," Yi Yao said. "I have to say that pointing the finger at Wu Geng Tian is really very clever."
Xiaolan felt that the motherboard of her brain was getting a little hot.
"But..." Xiaolan felt that she should say something, but she couldn't think of what to say, "but..."
"What do you want to say?" Yi Yao looked at Xiaolan with eyes seeking approval.
Xiaolan swallowed, but still couldn't tell the answer Yi Yao wanted to hear, "Uncle Yi, what if it's another possibility?"
Yi Yao did not rush to ask or explain, but looked at Xiaolan, waiting for her to finish speaking.
"What if it's the opposite of what you think?" Xiaolan said while looking at Yi Yao's eyes, "Could they... have predicted your prediction?"
Yi Yao tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what Xiao Lan meant.
"Then what is their purpose in designing this?"
"Uh..." Xiaolan had to reorganize the clues in her mind to answer this new question, "Maybe it's just to confuse us."
Yi Yao narrowed her eyes, obviously not thinking so.
"In any case, Uncle Yi, since this statement has appeared, it is better for us to be cautious," Xiaolan stopped trying to persuade Yi Yao and said in a soft tone, "Or... we can think of a way,