Xiaolan looked up at the Taoist priest, "What's going on?"
The Taoist priest shook his head, "I haven't seen it."
"I haven't even met the Taoist priest," Qin Yin muttered while squatting on the ground, "It must be very difficult."
"There are many things that Taoist Master has never seen before." Luo Jiutian waved his hand.
"Have you ever seen it?" Qin Yin stretched his neck.
"Me? There are more things I haven't seen before," Luo Jiutian sat down next to Zhao Baihuan, "But we can ask around first... Brother, let's talk about it."
Zhao Baihuan stared at his younger brother's face for a long time, then opened his mouth and said slowly, "The day Wan Sheng left, I knocked on the door outside the room for a long time. When I broke in, Wan Sheng had already jumped down..."
Why does it feel a little familiar?
Xiaolan's breathing became rapid for a few seconds.
Jasmine squatted on her right side and turned her head to look at her. Seemingly seeing that her face was not looking good, she stretched out her hand and patted Xiaolan twice on the back.
"Wan Sheng is right there," Zhao Baihuan's eyes trembled, "Just... lying on the ground, covered in blood... Wan Sheng is motionless, he..."
Zhao Baihuan choked, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, clenching his fists and pressing them against the ground.
"It doesn't matter, let's just talk about what happened next," the Taoist priest pressed Zhao Baihuan's shoulder, "What happened after Wan Sheng was sent to the hospital? How did you bring his body back?"
Zhao Baihuan, who did not need to retell the scene of Wan Sheng's death, felt more relaxed. He took a long breath and opened his mouth, "When we were in the ambulance, the doctor declared Wan Sheng's death. At that time, the right half of Wan Sheng's head was basically
His head was broken into pieces, and he was covered in blood. Qianle and I were... completely confused at the time, so we didn't notice many things. Later, when we saw Wan Sheng's complete head in the morgue, we didn't either.
We found something strange. It wasn't until the police showed us the photos they took of the accident scene that we discovered... Wansheng's injuries actually healed on their own."
Zhao Baihuan stroked Wan Sheng's intact head with loving eyes, "Because after the doctors processed Wan Sheng's body, they kept it in the morgue, so no one except us found out about it. We found this out
At that time, Wan Sheng's body was already on the way to the funeral parlor. Although we knew that the fact of Wan Sheng's death could not be undone, but... we could not burn Wan Sheng like this anyway, so we decided to
I canceled the appointment at the funeral home over the phone and drove home directly."
"Will the wounds of dead people recover?" Luo Jiutian frowned and pondered for a while, then raised his head and met the Taoist priest's eyes. The two of them knew what the other was thinking at a glance, and they both nodded.
"What did you think of?" Qin Yin blinked.
"I was thinking..." Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand to lift his chin, "This ability is somewhat like Shuangqin's unique secret skill."
"Shuangxi? What is that?"
"Shuangqin, like Jiutan and Baliangshui, are both well-known sects in the circle," Jasmine finished the introduction and looked at Luo Jiutian with a frown, "But Shuangqin's unique skill is to heal quickly, and it is not a matter of death."
Rotten."
Quick recovery?
Xiaolan's neck stiffened.
Could it be...
"Moli, have you heard the story of their leader?" Luo Jiutian changed his position.
"Headmaster? Headmaster Shuanglun... isn't he Grandpa Quan Shou."
Luo Jiutian snapped his fingers, "Yes, do you know how old Grandpa Quan Shou is this year?"
Without waiting for Jasmine to answer, he continued to ask, "Do you know how long Grandpa Quan Shou has been the head?"
Just as Jasmine was about to open her mouth, she thought for a moment and hesitated, "I don't know, Grandpa Quan Shou was the head of the family when I was born."
"What does this mean?" Luo Jiutian spread his hands.
"It means that Jasmine is still young. What else does it mean..." Qin Yin couldn't hold it back at first and waved Luo Jiutian away with a palm, "You failed without other arguments, fellow debater."
"I do! I do!" Luo Jiutian stabilized his body and raised his hand, "Me! Grandpa Quan Shou was the head of the sect when I was born. This explains the problem!"
"...But you are only six years older than me."
"That's true, it's not very convincing," Luo Jiutian thought for a while, "By the way! My dad! My dad said that when he was young, Grandpa Quanshou was the head of Shuanglun! Our contemporaries
, as long as they have memories, the head of Shuangqi has not changed!"
Hmm... Lao Luo's age is very convincing, which is worth thinking about.
"Ah, I always thought this was your father." Zhao Baihuan was listening and interrupted at the right time.
He pointed to the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest smiled stiffly, and Luo Jiutian said awkwardly, "How can the Taoist priest be so old... I'm not talking about my father."
As soon as Qin Yin heard that the Taoist priest was regarded as Luo Jiutian's father again, her body tensed up subconsciously and she stared at Zhao Baihuan. Seeing that he had no intention of identifying her as Luo Jiutian's mother, Xi Dang's mother withdrew her brain due to PTSD.
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"By the way, I haven't asked Taoist how old you are, sir. This question needs to be clarified, otherwise my father will treat you as a peer." Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist seriously.
The Taoist priest was smiling on the surface, but Xiaolan recognized this expression and the Taoist priest was not really smiling.
"I……"
"Oh, why do you always ask our Taoist priest how old you are? It's annoying." Qin Yin appeared from behind the two of them at some point, elbowed them away with one elbow on the left and one on the right, and sat between them, "You are so concerned.
Our Taoist Priest, do you like him..."
"Then can I ask your age?"
"Go away."
Luo Jiutian was disappointed, turned around and saw Xiaolan beside him, and quickly touched Xiaolan's head with a smile, "Xiaolan can always tell me how old you are, right?"
"Uh..." Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at the ceiling, "I'm probably twelve or thirteen years old, maybe fourteen."
"...I am playing with a group of people."
"Okay, okay, you guys," Jasmine clapped her hands a few times to catch the off-topic person, "Jiutian means that Grandpa Quanshou is also an immortal person, right?"
Luo Jiutian nodded immediately.
"But Wan Sheng is not immortal," Zhao Baihuan said weakly, "I mean, Wan Sheng seems to be unable to live forever, right? After all, he has..."
"Oh, I just want to say that it is not impossible for Wansheng to happen, and it is also based on science."
Xiaolan glanced at him.
Is this a scientific basis? It is clearly a metaphysical basis.
"By the way, you just said that Wansheng can really bring good luck. What do you mean?"