When others ran over, the two of them were still crying.
"Xiao Lan! Wen Ling!" Qin Yin was panting heavily, as if he would lose his breath in the next second, "Are you okay?"
The two turned their heads, and two painted faces came into their eyes.
"Oh my god!" Qin Yin almost tripped over, "What happened?!"
The Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian ran at the front. Luo Jiutian almost knelt down in front of the two of them and grabbed their hands.
The two looked at him blankly.
Luo Jiutian huffed and puffed as he pressed their wrists, taking a breath and checking their pulse.
After panting for a long time, he shouted, "No, my own pulse is too fast and I can't take it out..."
"Jiutian, don't panic," the Taoist priest squatted beside him, "They seem to be fine."
Xiaolan withdrew her hand and wiped away her tears in frustration, "I'm fine..."
"I also……"
Before Wen Ling could finish her words (of course she couldn't finish them), Qin Yin interrupted her.
"Don't say it's okay, look at your own face... Those bastards, even if they robbed our car, they actually cut your face like this... Anyone who leaves scars on a girl's face is not good.
die!"
Wen Ling touched his face and looked at the others with tears in his eyes, "Is it ugly?"
Everyone shook their heads like rattles.
"Don't worry, Wenling. Your appearance is here. Even if you draw it twice, you won't be ugly... Why are you pinching me?"
The fool who said the wrong thing was dragged away by Qin Yin. Wenling sat up straight and stretched out his hand towards Baomu, "Mirror."
Baomu was carrying Wenling's backpack. Seeing her asking for a mirror, Baomu took half a step back and asked, "Why do you want a mirror?"
It’s over, I want to cover up everything.
Wenling grabbed Baomu and started grabbing the mirror. Xiaolan originally thought that Wenling was too weak, but from this point of view, she still has great potential.
Qin Yin didn't know who to help, and looked at Wenling and Baomu in a dilemma. The Taoist priest came to Xiaolan's side and stretched out his hand to test her forehead.
"It's okay, you're okay."
"They didn't hurt me much," Xiaolan was helped up by the Taoist priest. "Wen Ling was locked up in the car. He must have committed a lot of crimes."
"Who's in the car?"
"I don't know, I didn't see it at all," Xiaolan said, "but I know they were two men. By the way, one of them should have been hurt on the face by me."
Xiaolan fully recounted the experience, which was very painful at the time but very cool to recall.
After listening, the first reaction of Taoist Priest and Luo Jiutian was to grab Xiaolan's hand.
Seeing her little hands being held in the palms of two grown men and looking at them carefully, Xiaolan felt a little shy.
"It's just a minor injury. It'll be fine in a while."
"You said there was a burst of music in the car first, and then the mouse appeared?" the Taoist priest asked.
Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, "Uh... that's it. Is there any causal relationship between them?"
"Wen Ling," the Taoist priest did not answer her words, but frowned and called to Wen Ling, "Can you roughly describe the appearance of the people in the car?"
Let Wenling describe...
Wenling first let Baomu go and stood on the roadside and started gesticulating vigorously.
"Two... knives... masks..."
After Wen Ling's efforts, they finally understood something.
The two people in the car were wearing hats and masks, and the light was dim. Wen Ling couldn't identify their appearance, but they were both men. The man in the back kept threatening her with a knife, and the cuts on her face were all like that.
Drawn out by people.
"Have you heard any music?" Luo Jiutian asked.
When Jing Luo Jiutian said this, Wen Lingcai suddenly remembered something and reached out to fumble around on his body.
Then, she took out a dark thing from the inner pocket of her jacket.
The thing was only as big as an egg and looked like a black stone at first glance.
Wen Ling handed the thing to the Taoist priest.
Several beams of flashlight focused on the thing, and the black stone finally revealed its true appearance.
It was a smooth oval object, hollow, with a small arc-shaped hole at the tip, and several irregular holes distributed on the surface of the thing.
"What the hell is this?"
Luo Jiutian picked up the thing, carefully observed every hole, and then put it back into the Taoist master's palm.
"This is Xun."
"It's a musical instrument," the Taoist priest nodded and explained, "but... it's much smaller than the ordinary xun."
"Yes," Luo Jiutian said, "but except for the size, the structure of this xun is not much different from a normal xun."
Xiaolan understood, "Is that string of sounds coming from this thing?"
"It seems so." The Taoist Master returned the xun to Wen Ling, "Wen Ling, please try your best to explain the matter about this xun."
Wen Ling nodded confidently, and then started performing in her own way.
"Well... this xun belongs to the man driving the car, right?... Well, when you saw the man take out the xun from his body, you thought he was going to use some kind of weapon against Xiaolan, and then... you started to struggle
Yeah... I know, struggling fiercely, we all know, you don't need to emphasize this... Then Xiaolan slid out of the car door... You wanted to save Xiaolan, Xiaolan is particularly dangerous, we can also guess this...
...Don't be excited, it's all over, don't be afraid, it's all over... Then a ray of light flew in from the car window and hit the face of the man driving the car. It was Xiaolan's spiritual needle probe... Oh?
Did this xun fall in the middle of the seat?..."
The Taoist priest followed Wen Ling's movements and translated her meaning perfectly.
Wen Ling was very satisfied with this translation. Finally, she made a gesture of grabbing something, gestured to the xun, and then quickly stuffed it into her arms.
After the performance, she nodded and looked at everyone.
Qin Yin blinked, "Does he know you took his xun?"
Wen Ling was stunned for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I don't know..."
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Wen Ling actually "took" this thing so blatantly. It seems that they really underestimated Wen Ling's ability.
"Anyway, Wen Ling, please keep this xun first," the Taoist priest said, "This is your trophy."
Wen Ling puffed up his chest.
"I suddenly thought of something," Xiaolan had been holding her chin in thought for a long time. "If that man blew this xun and called a mouse to attack me, does that mean he can still use this xun to attack me?"
Mei Xun does other things?"
Qin Yin suddenly realized, "You mean the mouse in the hotel!"
Xiaolan nodded heavily, "Since he can control the mouse to bite me, he can definitely control the mouse to steal the black skin... But, why do those people want the black skin?"
Is black leather valuable to anyone besides me?
Does anyone else know about the existence of black skin?