The fool gently opened the door and picked up the unconscious Taoist priest.
Baomu's tears stopped, but the nosebleeds came out again, and soon the tissue paper blocking his nose was soaked.
Luo Jiutian stepped forward to check the Taoist priest's pulse, and stretched out his fingers to tap various parts of his body. Xiaolan knew that this was the Luo family's unique method of stabilizing the pulse. Seeing Luo Jiutian's brows relax slightly, Xiaolan also
Relax a little bit.
"It's not serious," Luo Jiutian retracted his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The Taoist Priest himself should have taken care of himself. He is just overtired and bleeding too much."
Jasmine looked at the fool, "What's going on? What's behind your door?"
The fool told them about Zhao Qianle, and then everyone realized that the scenes they saw were different.
"You saw Zhao Qianle, Baomu saw Zhao Baihuan," Qin Yin took off his coat and covered the Taoist priest, and asked, "Who did the Taoist priest see? Wan Sheng? Wan Sheng beat the Taoist priest.
Is it like this?"
What a creepy thought.
The Taoist Priest was in good condition, but he actually fainted. The fool could only carry the Taoist Priest on his back, and the group of people walked out.
Anyway, everyone is here.
It's almost dawn here.
Everyone turned into the hall, and the courtyard outside the building had disappeared, replaced by gray and black chaos.
It looks like it's really over.
Jasmine and Luo Jiutian took the lead and walked out, instantly disappearing into the chaos.
Xiaolan took a few steps forward, suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran back.
"Xiaolan?" Qin Yin called her.
"I'll go back and get Shang Wansheng's paintings. Sister Xiaoyin, you go first!"
Xiaolan said, and hurried back to Wan Sheng's classroom. Looking out from the classroom, the sky was gradually getting brighter.
Wan Sheng's paintings are still nicely placed on the table.
Xiaolan grabbed a few, pursed her lips, looked at them, and carefully put the paintings into her arms.
She pushed open the classroom door.
Several children walked in with smiles and the light outside the window.
They passed through Xiaolan's body and jumped to their seats.
In the corridor, the children were in groups, and the morning sun shone on them, like angels.
The teachers carried props and books, caressed the children's heads, and walked into the classroom with them.
It's back to normal here.
Xiaolan went against the flow of people and returned to the first floor.
In the chaos, a few children coming to school occasionally came out, or parents with their children looked nervous.
This is how it should be.
Xiaolan couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. She hugged Wan Sheng's painting tightly and walked happily towards chaos.
A figure walked out of her hand and walked towards the hall.
Xiaolan's smile suddenly froze.
That person.
She looked back.
A woman led a little girl towards the smiling sister at the front desk.
That little girl.
Xiaolan's heart began to beat violently.
That little girl...
"Hello!"
Xiaolan shouted, ready to turn around and run back, but her right leg that stepped into the chaos seemed to pin her down, making her unable to move.
"Hello!"
No one can hear her voice.
No one knows she exists.
"Hello!"
Chaos began to shrink, and Xiaolan felt a soft pulling force, dragging her body into chaos with her right leg.
no!
Xiaolan pounced forward and fell to the ground, her left leg was also sucked away by the chaos, and her whole body quickly fell into the gray and black mire.
They turned their backs to her and talked with the sister at the front desk.
Xiaolan scratched the floor desperately, trying to stop herself from sinking.
Can't stop it.
Nothing can be done.
There is no other way.
Xiaolan opened her mouth and shouted.
"Liao Yilan!"
The little girl turned back sharply.
Xiaolan sank into darkness.
But she saw it.
That's her.
***
Xiaolan fell into a warm place.
"Why did it take so long?" The fool's voice was surprisingly soft, "Why are you crying? Xiaolan?"
Xiaolan opened her eyes.
He was being held firmly by the fool.
They returned to the secret room scene in the Eight Immortals Village. Their companions gathered in a semicircle, silently looking at the center... the burning blue flame.
Zhao Baihuan knelt down beside him in despair. Zhao Qianle arrived at some unknown time. He squatted beside his brother, and the two of them stared at the fire in trance.
It was a bright blue flame bursting with sparks.
The Taoist priest was being held by Baomu and Luo Jiutian, and it seemed that he had not yet woken up.
Xiaolan understood.
She patted the fool's arm and said, "Brother fool, let me down."
"Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine."
Xiaolan stood still and fumbled around in his arms a few times.
Fortunately, Wan Sheng's paintings are still there.
She walked gently to Brother Zhao Baihuan, knelt down, and handed the painting to them.
"This was painted by Wan Sheng."
In the painting, there is the companionship and gathering that Wansheng wants.
Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle looked silently at the sincere smiles of the three people in the painting.
Big tears fell on that smile, blurring out the words and ink from Wansheng's dream.
"I'm sorry," Zhao Baihuan's voice was hoarse and weak, "We have been lying to you from the beginning. We have lied to so many people, and we also concealed the fact that Wan Sheng killed people. It is all because of us. Wan Sheng became like this. Everyone
It's our fault..."
"It's all over now." Jasmine concluded neatly.
The two brothers looked at the gradually extinguishing flame and nodded.
"Yeah, this might be the best ending."
"We should have done this a long time ago," Zhao Qianle helped his brother up. "If we had cremated Wan Sheng's body in time, nothing would have happened later."
Zhao Baihuan sighed, turned to look at them, and asked again, "It really won't happen again, right?"
Jasmine was stunned for a moment, looked at each other with her companions, and replied, "Wan Sheng has already left. Nothing should happen again."
"Taoist Master, this is..."
"Oh, the Taoist priest is slightly injured. We will take him to the hospital," Luo Jiutian said and started to walk out the door, "It's not serious."
"I'm so sorry. Let's send him there. The medical expenses are also..."
"No, no, no," Luo Jiutian waved his hand, "This matter has been successfully resolved. We have other things to do, so we'll leave now."
Although they didn't know why Luo Jiutian was in such a hurry, the others had no objection and walked out of the gate of the Eight Immortals Village in a tacit agreement. After saying goodbye to the two brothers Zhao Baihuan, they squeezed into the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Luo Jiutian opened his mouth.
"I think this isn't over yet."
"How do you say it?" Qin Yin asked hurriedly.
"I heard from Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle that there seems to be something we don't know," Jasmine replied, "But they are emotionally unstable right now, so they probably won't be able to ask anything. We have to wait until the Taoist Master wakes up.
Ask him what he has been through."
"Then shall we go directly to the hospital?"
"You can't go to the hospital," Luo Jiutian looked at the strange looks in everyone's eyes and explained, "My father said that Taoist Brother has an amazing skeleton. If something happens, just send him directly to him."
Why does it sound weird?
But...it seems that I have never seen the Taoist priest see a doctor.
After leaving the building and seeing the light of day, everyone took two cars and set off directly to the Mystery Bureau.