Wen Ling was suddenly cueed. He looked at Xiaolan with blank gray eyes and shook his head slowly, "No."
"No means...can't see it? Still nothing?" Baomu sat up straight.
"It's okay." Wen Ling nodded firmly.
Everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
"Really?" Xiaolan finally stopped crying, "Will Jasmine be okay?"
Wen Ling raised his eyes and thought for a few seconds, thought about his words, and replied, "I will live."
Too abstract.
"You mean Jasmine won't die, right?" After the fool saw Wen Ling nodding, he smiled calmly at Xiaolan and said, "Look, the prophet said so, what are you worried about?"
Wenling blushed, stretched out her arm and patted Xiaolan's arm, "Don't be afraid."
The mysterious power from Wenling actually calmed down Xiaolan's anxious mood. She took a few deep breaths and felt that the darkness in her heart seemed to disappear.
Xiaolan was relieved, but Luo Jiutian was not. Qin Yin's words gave him inspiration, and he gradually increased his speed. Sure enough, after passing five traffic lights, he saw the shadow of Jasmine's black car on the main road out of the city.
Taking advantage of the time they were waiting for the next red light, their car squeezed directly next to the black car.
Jasmine was still sitting in that position, reading the book.
Luo Jiutian opened the car window and yelled at the black car opposite.
Finally, Jasmine discovered them.
She was a little dazed, then quickly pressed down the car window and shouted, "What's wrong?"
There was a hint of expectation in Jasmine's eyes.
"Jasmine!" Luo Jiutian shouted, "Are you okay?!"
Jasmine stayed for a while, then rolled back the car window with an expression that said, "Are you sick?"
It seems like it's really okay.
When the green light came on, the black car merged into the traffic flow and drove away.
"Okay, okay, okay," Luo Jiutian said to himself, "Besides, my father has already made a fortune for Jasmine, and the marriage will go smoothly."
That's right, you shouldn't worry about it.
Jasmine has so many elders from the Nine Detectives and Lao Luo at the helm, what's there to worry about?
On my side...
oops.
Xiaolan was shocked.
Was that damn premonition that something would happen to me?
As if he heard her thoughts, Wen Ling patted Xiaolan's body again, "Don't be afraid."
Qin Yin heard this and asked Xiang Xiaolan, "What are you afraid of?"
Wen Ling replied, "Afraid of death."
Ah this.
"This kid thinks about all sorts of random things all day long."
Qin Yin's hug turned into a slap on the forehead, and Xiaolan hugged her forehead with tears in her eyes, feeling aggrieved.
The car drove at a constant speed. After more than half an hour, they left the lively main city and drove onto the highway.
"Should we drive to Fengwu by ourselves?" Baomu asked while checking the navigation on his mobile phone.
"We can only drive by ourselves," said the Taoist priest in the back row. "It may be a little tiring, but this is the most convenient way."
Too.
Everyone looked at Zhang Boyin and agreed with the Taoist priest.
The destination was obviously a dangerous place, but the people in the car didn't seem to realize that they were in danger. Everyone was eating snacks and chatting in a relaxed manner. Those who didn't know better thought that this group of people was going for an outing.
It took two and a half days to drive from Wenjing to Fengwu. A whole day had passed now, but they were still four-fifths of the way from Fengwu.
At this moment, they were crowded in the small noodle shop in the service area, sucking noodles sadly.
Of course, the only ones who were worried were Luo Jiutian and Bao Mu, who were studying the navigation on their mobile phones. Everyone else was in the joy of freshly cooked food and couldn't extricate themselves.
Xiaolan smiled and took a sip of noodle soup.
Ah, hot food is better.
"What's going on?" Luo Jiutian held an ear of corn in his hand and swiped back and forth on the screen of his mobile phone with his other hand, "What is this... Wuyushan Service Station? How did we get here?"
Baomu sighed, "That's it...in the evening, I slept for a while, and within nine days you got off the wrong ramp."
"Ah? Did I download it by mistake?" Luo Jiutian swiped the navigation on his phone in disbelief.
He raised his head, as if looking for answers from Xiaolan and Qin Yin, and looked at them back and forth, "Really?"
Qin Yin wiped his mouth and pushed another bowl of noodles directly in front of Luo Jiutian, "The noodles here are still delicious, eat them while they are hot."
That's a very polite statement.
Although Wen Ling, who was sitting across the table, was very quiet and delicate, she cooked rice very quickly. She drank the noodle soup quietly, wiped her mouth with a paper towel, picked up the sausages and dumplings on the table, pointed to the door and said, "
Substitute."
It means that after she finishes eating, she can go and have the fool and the Taoist priest come over for dinner.
"Ah, um, can you ask Ling yourself?" Xiaolan stood up and asked.
Wen Ling nodded happily and walked out the door impatiently.
The packaged sausages and dumplings were used to feed the rabbits and children of light. Wen Ling unexpectedly liked these three little guys. Having the opportunity to feed them was so wonderful for Wen Ling.
After a while, the fool and the Taoist priest were rushed over by Wen Ling.
"Have you noticed that the people here are weird?" The fool said to them as soon as they sat down.
Qin Yin and Xiaolan stopped using their chopsticks.
"What's wrong?" Qin Yin shrank his shoulders and looked around uneasily.
Xiaolan also looked at the customers around her.
There does seem to be something different between them and the people around them.
At this time, the boss brought another two bowls of noodles. He was wearing a thick medical mask on his face and a chef's hat on his head, with his hair neatly tucked into the hat.
"Pork shredded mustard noodles, spicy noodles, your meal is complete."
Looking at the boss's appearance, Xiaolan suddenly realized.
Everyone in the restaurant, including the clerk, is wearing a mask!
The diners' masks either hang on their chins or on one ear, and some even only pull the masks off when the food is brought to their mouths, and then quickly pull them back after eating.
Everyone suddenly felt a strange feeling.
As we all know, once everyone around you is wearing a mask, those who are not wearing one will enjoy a feeling that is better than streaking without running naked.
This is exactly how they feel at the moment.
"Uncle, I'm sorry..." Xiaolan raised her head and asked, "Do you need to wear a mask when eating here? We don't know."
The boss's eyes changed for a moment, and then his smile appeared, "You are not from Wuyu Mountain, you are from outside, right?"
Xiaolan nodded, "We are from Wenjing."
"Wenjing? Go from Wenjing..."
"Go to Fengwu."
"Going to Fengwu?" The boss raised his eyes and thought, "How could Fengwu pass by here..."
"It's not important," Luo Jiutian said quickly, "Boss, what happened here?"