The fire lotus trembled like chaff, curled up into a ball at Xiaolan's feet, and with the motionless smile on its face, it looked really weird and sad.
Xiaolan raised her right hand, turned her palm over, and the Spirit Locking Whip appeared.
The fire lotus was shaking so hard that it was about to convulse. It rolled its eyes and looked at the spirit-locking whip, and there was a crunching sound in its throat.
"I really know about you. I tell you everything. It's not me who wants to deal with you, it's them who told me... they told me..."
them?
Xiaolan's hand stopped in mid-air.
"who?"
"It's them... no... it's him... he told me... he also lied to that woman..."
That woman, refers to Lian?
Xiaolan suddenly understood, "It's the man with the scarred eyes!"
"Yes... it's him..." Huolian was still staring at the spirit-locking whip, and kept shrinking back, "Originally, there is no custom of sacrificial offerings in the village anymore, and I was about to disappear... It was at that time,
They went up the mountain... No, it was him... Then he told me that as long as I find a new sacrifice, I can continue to exist... and even become a god... He said you are the best sacrifice..."
Sure enough, all this was the conspiracy of the scar-eyed man.
"But why did he lie to Lian?"
"That woman?" Huolian raised her head, and after meeting Xiaolan's eyes, she quickly lowered her head again, "She...she is unlucky for herself, and she is just a tool..."
"What tool?"
Huolian bowed her waist deeply and lowered her head, not daring to look at her at all, and her voice became muffled.
"Just... let the villagers pick up the habit of offering sacrifices so that I can maintain my spirit..."
I see.
Since what happened to Lian, pregnant women in Lianshui Village who chose to resist would be thrown into the well and stoned. The villagers were worried that a second her would appear, but they did not expect that all this was expected.
Even later, the villagers embarked on the road of human trafficking, perhaps they also gained enlightenment at that time.
That man with the scarred eyes is the source of all evil.
"Who is that man?"
Huolian shook his head vigorously, "I really don't know...but, I saw him on the mountain."
"when?"
"Not long ago," Huolian said hurriedly, "when you were locked up in the wooden house, he was still on the mountain!"
That black robe!
"What now?"
"Now...I don't know...after that woman broke me, I can't feel anything anymore..."
Who is he? What does he want?
Why did he use Huolian's hand to deal with him?
Xiaolan suddenly thought that this was not the first time someone had attacked her in the name of a false god.
Last time, it was Wang Shen.
Xiaolan felt a chill in her heart.
Huolian quietly raised her eyes and looked into Xiaolan's eyes and said, "Please...let me go..."
Xiaolan clenched her right hand again.
Forget it, let’s deal with the one in front of us first.
"What else do you know?"
"I don't know anything anymore...really..."
"The scar-eyed man never said anything else to you?"
"No more...I don't know anything about him. I've only seen him once..."
It's really sad.
The spirit formed by sorrow is still so dull even after surviving in the silent mountains for so many years.
Even more childish and stupid than Wang Shen.
I once dreamed of becoming a god, but now I am kneeling at my feet and trembling, without any dignity of a god.
Does it really understand what a god is?
Xiaolan sighed, retracted the hand holding the spirit-locking whip in front of her body, and held it in the air with her backhand.
Seeing Xiaolan's hand retracted, Huolian thought she had a glimmer of hope. Just as she was about to straighten her body slightly, she saw a little golden light gradually emitting from the black stick.
Xiaolan opened her lips and read out three words silently.
"The Spiritual Detective."
Within a few seconds, the spirit-locking whip flew into countless meters of golden light. The golden light flowed in the air, like a golden magic carpet, wrapping towards the fire lotus.
"What is this? What is this?!..."
Xiaolan let go of Huolian's hand, which turned pale with fright. It took out its hand and sat on the ground and retreated.
"This is the best ending for you," Xiaolan said with calm eyes, "Don't be afraid, it won't be painful."
Tanchi surrounded Huolian, and the golden light flickered softly.
Huolian's face and body began to deform. The face that belonged to Zhang Boyin twisted into a whirlpool. After a while, it turned into another unfamiliar face. The new face twisted again and looked like another person.
.
Faces were changing rapidly in front of Xiaolan's eyes.
Xiaolan even saw a face very similar to Zhao Wansheng.
Finally, the last face disappeared, and its body began to shrink rapidly...shrink...
It turned into a piece of blue-gray gravel.
The gravel only appeared for a moment. The next second, the golden light suddenly shone. When the light dimmed, the traces of the gravel had disappeared.
This time it's really over.
Xiaolan breathed a long sigh of relief.
She gently waved her finger and pointed at the golden light.
"Bundling Spirit..."
However, the floating scraps suddenly changed direction and spread towards the bed in the middle.
What's going on?
Xiaolan calmed down.
No! The scraps are floating towards Wen Ling!
Is there something on the asking spirit?
Xiaolan stared nervously at the floating shavings. The shavings did not wrap around Wen Ling's body like a fire lotus. Instead, they stayed on the top of her forehead for a few seconds, and then slowly floated back.
"The Spirit Binding Detective."
As soon as the golden light of the detecting crumbs was withdrawn, it turned into a spirit-locking whip again.
Xiaolan took the spirit-locking whip back into her body and leaned over to look at Wen Ling on the bed.
Through her peripheral vision, she also saw Qin Yin lying on the bed next door.
Has Qin Yin always been here? I didn't pay much attention just now.
Xiaolan bent over and stared at Wenling's face carefully.
It seems... nothing is wrong, right? Breathing steadily, face rosy...
Suddenly, Wen Ling's eyes opened.
Xiaolan screamed out in fright, and Qin Yin beside her was immediately frightened and woke up.
"Xiaolan? What's wrong?!"
"Wenling is awake!" Xiaolan shouted, "She's awake! Wenling..."
Qin Yin quickly turned on the bedside lamp. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She rolled out of her bed and threw herself next to Wen Ling.
Xiaolan waved her hand in front of Wenling's eyes.
"Ask the spirit, ask the spirit, can you see it?"
Wen Ling's eyes were distracted.
Oh my god, aren't you blind?
"Ask Ling?" Xiaolan reached out to push her arm, "Are you okay?"
"Ask the spirit! Ask the spirit! Say something...don't scare me..."
Wen Ling just stared blankly into space. After a while, two lines of clear tears suddenly fell from the corners of her eyes.