Zhou Ye once again gained infinite power from Xia Hua's voice. He instantly felt that his weak arms and legs were filled with a fresh sense of heat. Before losing his spiritual power, he often had such an experience.
.
Hot, getting hotter, getting hotter...
Zhou Ye walked beside Xia Hua with a smile, quietly feeling the heat.
But……
Zhou Ye tilted his head, as if he felt something was not right.
He raised his arm and looked at his wrist.
The green blood vessels were beating gracefully.
The amplitude of the beating visible to the naked eye.
"Zhou Ye, what's wrong?" Xia Hua immediately stopped and asked in time, "Is something not feeling well?"
Zhou Ye didn't answer, and maybe he didn't even notice what Xia Hua said.
A large bead of sweat slid down from between his frowning eyebrows, along the bridge of his nose, and fell into the air.
The crystal sweat beads were spinning in the air, and the surface of the sweat beads reflected a colorful and transparent world. In that world, everything was distorted and deformed. Zhou Ye, whose face was deformed, suddenly raised his eyes, but the panic in his eyes remained unchanged.
.
Seeing his appearance, Xia Hua immediately prepared for the challenge.
There must be danger!
"Saturday night?"
"Sister Xia Hua, it's not good, it's really bad..." Zhou Ye was like a captive animal that had a premonition of an earthquake, looking around in panic, "He...he's here...he
Coming!"
***
What exactly did it warn about?
As soon as this question came out, all three people fell silent.
"Muyuan, you said you..." Luo Jiutian said, "You can just ask a question... Why do you ask a question that no one can answer?"
"No matter what the alarm was, it seems that the thing has left," the Taoist priest said, "provided that Jiutian's hypothesis is correct."
"I think it's definitely right," Luo Jiutian gave himself a meaningless support, "In any case, I still think we should keep these clothes."
"If you really like it, just stay," the Taoist priest said tolerantly, "What's our next step?"
"Let's go back first," Luo Jiutian said, "go back and see if there is anything wrong with Miaozhen and Brother Zhuge."
What he really thought was: Take these clothes back quickly and show them to dad.
"Where is Muyuan, what do you think?" the Taoist priest asked.
"Well... that's okay," Li Muyuan had no objection, "Then let's go back now?"
The thread in Luo Jiutian's hand extended into the darkness in the distance. Unknowingly, the three of them had gone this far.
It's time to go back.
The three of them reached an agreement, so they turned around and started walking back along the way they came.
However, as I walked, something unexpected appeared.
On the left hand side of the three people, a brand new door appeared.
The three of them stood still and looked at each other.
"This...isn't where we are going?" Li Muyuan asked.
"Of course not," Luo Jiutian said, "Look, the other end of the line is still in front."
"We had never seen this door when we came here," the Taoist priest said. "We don't know what's inside the door..."
The three of them nodded at the same time.
I don't know what's inside the door.
I really want to know.
"How about we go over and listen first?" Luo Jiutian suggested.
The three of them hit it off immediately, and with stupid curiosity like a child, the three of them approached the door with cautious steps.
Luo Jiutian impatiently pressed his ear against it.
The moment his ears made contact with the door panel, Luo Jiutian's eyes widened.
"Someone is talking inside!"
When he excitedly raised his head and told the two people the news, he found that their expressions were exactly the same as his.
"We heard it too," Li Muyuan lowered his voice and spoke almost in air, "It seems there is more than one person."
"That's right," the Taoist priest also said, "it seems like two people are having a conversation, one of them is a male, and the other... seems to be a female."
The three of them had their mouths half open, looking not very smart.
The conversation inside did not stop, and the three of them just listened. Although it was not very moral, it was good that they were eavesdropping immorally.
After a while, Luo Jiutian was the first to discover the clue.
"No...that's not right," Luo Jiutian not only said, but his voice was trembling a little, "Why do I feel that the voice inside sounds familiar?"
As he spoke, he looked at the Taoist Priest.
The Taoist priest looked serious. Seeing Luo Jiutian looking over, he also lowered his eyes and replied with an affirmative look.
He didn't speak, only nodded vigorously.
***
After the story was told, Xiaolan was thirsty.
Yi Yao sat on the side of one of the coffins, not looking at Xiao Lan, but looking at the ground blankly, as if digesting everything she just heard.
"Uncle Yi, why are you looking like this?" Xiaolan looked at Yi Yao thoughtfully and asked considerately, "Is there something you don't quite understand? I can explain it again in detail..."
"No, no need," Yi Yao raised her hand to interrupt Xiaolan's desperate suggestion, "I...I just..."
Yi Yao was like a severely constipated patient who was lost in thought in front of the toilet. He was ready to find a loophole in Xiaolan's story just now to refute her entire story. However, the problem now is that there are simply too many loopholes.
Well, I don’t even know which one to say.
"It's okay, just ask if you have any questions," Xiaolan waved her hand generously, "Don't be embarrassed."
"First of all..." Yi Yao decided to ask what he cared about most first, "You said that the thoughts of my ancestors have always existed in my body. This is impossible."
"When I first learned about this, I thought it was very impossible," Xiaolan shrugged, "But these are Yi Nian's original words... Otherwise, your personality has split, and a Yi Nian personality has split out."
"I... OK, even if I have a split personality, you said you also met him in your dream?" Yi Yao asked, "What's going on?"
"I don't know either!" Xiaolan said excitedly, "I think he had something to say to me, but before he could say it, I suddenly woke up from my dream. It's so strange..."
"Why would my ancestor have something to say to you?" Yi Yao questioned, "He has never even spoken to me."
Xiaolan was stunned.
This logic actually makes sense.
"Uncle Yi, with all due respect," Xiaolan asked politely, "do your ancestors not like you very much?"
"I... are talking nonsense," Yi Yao retorted, "I have never met my ancestors. My ancestors passed away hundreds of years ago. How could I possibly have seen them?"
"That's... maybe he wants to use my mouth to tell you something," Xiaolan felt that she had discovered the truth of the matter, "Yes, that's definitely the case!"