Somehow, the closer you get to the Fire Lotus Mountain, the more depressing and dull the surrounding atmosphere becomes.
This is not just their psychology.
"It's cloudy," Qin Yin opened the car window and looked out the window, "Didn't the weather forecast say it will be sunny these days?"
Suspended over the top of the mountain was a thick black cloud like a shroud. The black cloud was centered on the top of the mountain and spread towards the city. As soon as they drove to the edge of the downtown area, they felt as if they had reached the evening from early morning.
, not only them, but also the pedestrians on both sides were forced to speed up by the unexpected weather.
"Don't worry, don't take the weather forecast seriously." The fool turned the steering wheel carelessly. "The weather forecast is only most accurate when it reports yesterday's weather."
"If it rains, should we still go up the mountain?" Xiaolan turned around and asked.
The Taoist priest closed the paper map in his hand, raised his head and poked Luo Jiutian, who was sitting in front of him, "Jiutian, have we prepared a tent?"
"We are prepared..." Luo Jiutian turned his head in doubt, "But if the rain is too heavy, those tents should only ensure that we... float on the water."
"That's enough." The Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder.
Is this enough?
The Taoist priest’s requirements for quality of life are probably too low.
"You have to climb the mountain," the Taoist priest answered Xiaolan's question after asking, "We have been delayed for a few days, and... Zhang Boyin seems to have some reactions."
Zhang Boyin?
Everyone turned around and looked at Zhang Boyin, who was sitting in the middle of the last row.
He was still sitting there blankly, his eyes dull and motionless.
Wen Ling was sitting on his left side, looking down at something intently.
"Any reaction?" Luo Jiutian hurriedly stuffed the package in his arms under his feet, waved his sleeves, "Wait until I call Panlongchi out and take a look."
"Did Wen Ling find it too?" the Taoist priest said.
When Wen Ling heard this, she nodded slightly. She raised her hand, and what she held high in her hand was Zhang Boyin's left hand.
"erythema."
"Red spots?" Luo Jiutian held Panlongchi under his armpit and looked over, "Is it in his hand?"
Wen Ling pushed the hand away.
Everyone got together except the idiot driver.
On the back of Zhang Boyin's pale, cold and well-boned hand, a small patch of dense red spots appeared. Those spots gathered on the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth, forming a vague circle.
"When did this appear?" Qin Yin used her fingernails to press buttons on the spots, as if she could remove them.
Wen Ling shook his head and looked at the Taoist Priest.
"I don't know either," the Taoist priest looked at Zhang Boyin's hand carefully, "I just discovered it when I got in the car. It should be similar to the question of Ling."
"Yeah." Wen Ling nodded.
Luo Jiutian called out Panlongchi, held the huge disk in front of his face, and stared at it with wide eyes.
I didn't see anything famous either.
"Xiaolan, look at it, can you tell anything?" He pushed Panlongchi over.
Let me see, is this ridiculous? Which one of us is Luo Laogou’s son?
But Xiaolan didn't say anything, but took Panlongchi over.
She stared at the dark surface of Panlong Pond.
stare.
"Uh...where is Zhang Boyin's consciousness locked?"
"Forget it, just bring it," Luo Jiutian ruthlessly took away the Panlong Pond and knocked on the almost reflective surface. "I guess I have to release Zhang Boyin's consciousness to see the problem."
This makes sense.
"Didn't he have these spots on his hands before?" Baomu asked.
The Taoist priest was silent.
No one has noticed this.
But...that doesn't mean they can't get the answer.
The familiar WeChat ringtone rang crisply, and within a few seconds, there was a beep and the call was connected.
"Hello?"
"Hey!" Xiaolan smiled awkwardly, "Is it Bobo?"
"...who am I not? You dialed my WeChat number."
The corner of Xiaolan's mouth stiffened, and she immediately changed the subject, "Bobo, um... are you convenient now?"
"If it's inconvenient, will I answer your call?"
Bobo sounded very bad, and Xiaolan understood. After all, their group not only used Luo Jiutian's appearance to deceive her into working as a free labor force for several days, but also cruelly rejected her application to join the gang.
When he and Zhang Boyin just had the slightest feeling of affection, he packed up Zhang Boyin and took him away.
"Oh, that's it..." Xiaolan wiped the sweat from her head, "That's it, Bobo, we want to ask you, is there any... birthmark, scar, spot or the like on the back of Zhang Boyin's left hand...
…”
Bobo was silent for a while, probably thinking.
"Left hand?"
"Uh-huh."
"Where on the back of your hand?"
So specific?
"It's just under the index finger, close to the tiger's mouth."
There was the sound of flipping papers over there.
What is she turning over?
After a while, Bobo's calm voice came from the other end.
"some."
This was their unexpected answer.
"There is a group of light gray spots at the tiger's mouth on his left hand," Bobo said. "I will send you the photo... Oh, that's not right. Isn't Zhang Boyin over there with you?"
"Ah... uh... he is gone now, please send the photo, thank you!"
After saying that, Xiaolan quickly hung up the phone with a guilty conscience before Bobo could respond.
After a few seconds, a message beeped to remind me that Bobo's picture had been sent.
That's a close-up photo of Zhang Boyin's left hand.
Bobo actually has this kind of photo in his hand. This free nanny must be overly conscientious.
When I zoomed in on the picture, I saw that there was indeed a circular spot on the hand.
"But it's not red," Qin Yin compared the picture with the real thing. "The skin color is the same, and there should be no filter."
Xiaolan sent a voice message, "Bobo, are you sure the spots on his hands are not red?"
Bobo replied, "Anyway, it wasn't before."
Everyone looked at each other and began to think deeply.
"Are there any other spots on his body?" Qin Yin suddenly asked.
"you mean……"
"See if the other spots have changed color." Qin Yin looked at the others matter-of-factly.
This idea sounded perverted, but after a few minutes, everyone in the car had changed their seats, the girls avoided it, and the boys still attacked Zhang Boyin.
Rustling, rustling, rustling...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qin Yin folded her arms and said with her back to the boys, "It's too cruel..."
"Isn't it all your suggestions?!"
"Stop protesting, read it carefully and look carefully."
After a few more minutes, the noise behind him finally ended.
"Okay," the Taoist priest said, "no other parts of his body have changed, only his hands."