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Chapter 32: Assassination

"Xiaolan?" Baomu called out uncertainly and opened the living room door, "Are you alone?"

With her back to Baomu, the girl turned her head when she heard Baomu's call, with a slightly mysterious smile on her face.

"Brother Baomu, have you discovered anything?"

Baomu was a little embarrassed by Xiaolan's address, "I found something, where is the Taoist Priest?"

"The Taoist priest is in other places and can't hear the sounds here," Xiaolan turned her whole body and got closer to Baomu, "Take me to see what you found."

Baomu was still reacting to where the so-called "other place" was. As soon as Xiaolan came closer, the strong smell of blood suddenly hit him, making Baomu feel dizzy.

"Where have you been?" Baomu pinched his nose unconsciously and said as he led Xiaolan towards the bedroom, "How come you can't hear us shouting and why you smell like this..."

"Do I smell?"

Xiaolan's tone was calm and distant, her eyes were directed towards the bedroom where two flashlights were intersecting, and she didn't stop walking.

"Hey, Xiaolan is here," Xiaoyin put down the flashlight, and the flashlight light shone horizontally on the scraps of paper, and also projected Xiaoyin's focused figure onto the side wall.

"Well..." Baomu stood next to the little fool, looked at Xiaolan questioningly, and twisted his nose with his right hand, "Xiaolan is at the door, he said that the chief has gone elsewhere..."

"Ah? The Taoist priest left you there," Xiaoyin looked back at Xiaolan in surprise, "No way, did the Taoist priest say where you were going?"

Xiaolan took a step forward and stood behind Xiaoyin, "What did you find?"

The little fool raised his head and glanced at Xiaolan with strange eyes.

As if she noticed the little fool's eyes, Xiaolan turned her face sideways and showed a stiff smile to the little fool.

"I picked up a few scraps of paper with some words on them..." Xiaoyin said and leaned down to play the jigsaw puzzle again. "I don't know what they are yet. They are still picking them up. I'll put them together first..."

"Some words..." Xiaolan repeated, with an unconcealable smile in her voice.

Xiaolan leaned her head closer to Xiaoyin and looked at the scraps of paper on the table through Xiaoyin's shoulder.

Really, I can't see anything.

"Why are you so weird?" Xiaoyin smiled bitterly and looked at the little girl who was a finger away from her. "Are you scared? Your body feels cold. It makes me a little cold too."

Xiaolan grinned and let out a low dumb smile, stood up straight again, and said nothing.

The surroundings became quiet again, except for the rustling sounds of Baomu and Little Fool holding up flashlights to look for debris on the ground.

The beams of light wander around and cross paths, in places where the light cannot take care of...

Ah, there was still a piece of paper under the table. The little fool moved forward, picked up the piece of paper hidden under the corner of the table by the wall, and turned it over. On the piece of paper was the Juanxiu font that he had seen not long ago.

"sister"

An extremely clear Chinese character appeared on it. The little fool jumped up excitedly and glanced at the wall in front of him.

Taking a breath of air, the little fool was shocked by the scene he saw.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, the figures of Xiaoyin and Xiaolan were completely projected onto the wall.

Xiaoyin was still bent over the table and working seriously, while Xiaolan behind her raised something like a dagger towards her.

Although he was so surprised that he lost the ability to think, under the control of instinct, the little fool turned around without hesitation.

When Baomu saw the little fool standing up, he quickly turned around and shouted in shock.

"Xiaoyin, be careful!"

Before Xiaoyin could react, a gust of wind "suddenly" passed behind her.

Then there was a dull sound of an object falling to the ground. Xiaoyin turned around, and the idiot still kept moving his legs. His long legs were lying behind Xiaoyin. There was no trembling or hesitation in his movements, but the owner of this leg was so frightened that his face turned pale.

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"Look!" Baomu shouted and ran towards Xiaoyin, "Xiaolan... she just disappeared out of thin air!..."

Only then did Xiaoyin realize that something was missing. She quickly turned her head to look at the place where the sound came from. There was only an empty ground there, and Xiaolan, who had been kicked away, had lost track of her.

"what happened?"

Xiaoyin was confused, Xiaolan disappeared, and the fool showed up.

And that moment just now, that cold feeling of being caught.

The fool finally put down his legs and his eyes were no longer lazy, replaced by the sharp eyes that had followed him for more than twenty years.

"I have long thought that there is something wrong with that Liao Yilan," the fool opened his fist, and the piece of paper in his hand was almost soaked with cold sweat, "Xiaoyin, she just wanted to kill you!"

"Huh?" The feeling of fear came to Xiaoyin. She trembled and asked, "Who is it? Is it our Xiaolan?"

This sentence caused several people to fall into deep thought.

If you just look at the face, it is indeed our Xiaolan.

But that smile, that tone of voice, and that raised knife were nothing like what Xiaolan would do.

"I think……"

Baomu's voice sounded softly, "I think that person just now is not Xiaolan."

Xiaoyin and fool's eyes were focused, and neither of them raised any objections.

"What did you find, Baomu."

"Smell," Baomu pointed to his nose, "the smell of the person just now is the same as here."

The fool wrinkled his nose and couldn't smell any special smell, "What is the smell here?"

"There is the smell of blood here. The person just now smelled of blood." Baomu remembered the smell of blood that hit him the moment he opened the door. "It's different from Xiaolan."

Xiaoyin relaxed slightly after hearing this. Although it wasn't that obvious, she could sense that the fool felt the same way.

"What does Xiaolan smell like?"

"Xiaolan...it's even weirder in itself." Baomu frowned and said what had troubled him for a long time.

"Xiaolan...has no smell."
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