When sitting in the car, everyone's condition was not much better than Luo Jiutian's.
Luo Jiutian was sitting in the corner of the last row of the car, his body slumped into a ball, his head deeply buried in his arms. No one could see his appearance at this time.
The color on Qin Yin's face had long gone. She opened her mouth slightly, looked at Luo Jiutian, her lips trembled, then turned to the young man who was driving in the driver's seat and asked, "Is this... is this true?
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The young man's eyes were still focused on the road ahead. He turned his face slightly and nodded twice, "It's true."
"But then... that's Lao Luo," Qin Yin said in a low voice, "How could Lao Luo... what on earth is going on?"
The little brother shook his head, "I don't know the specific situation. I didn't participate in the gathering of the nine detectives. I only know that... during the gathering, a group of people invaded the nine detectives' station. Deputy Luo was there.
He left during a battle."
Lao Luo is dead.
Luo Jiutian's body twitched violently.
The people in the car were silent.
After a long while, the Taoist priest asked, "Are you from Jiutan?"
"No," the little brother shook his head, "Shuang Lin."
"Shuanglin?"
Shuanglin's unique style seems to be healing.
The Taoist Master understood a little bit, "You are after the battle..."
The younger brother nodded, "The Eight and Nine families suffered heavy losses, especially the Nine Detectives, who were almost wiped out. We, Shuangqian, tried our best this time to save the lives of the survivors."
They are here to rescue.
Xiaolan placed her hands above her knees and clenched her fists tightly. She stared at her hands dully, her whole body filled with bone-chilling coldness.
She was shaking too.
Someone blocked the meeting.
Lao Luo is dead.
She wanted to raise her head and ask the question.
But she didn't dare ask.
She was afraid of hearing the terrible answer.
Even Lao Luo...that...
The rain outside the car window became even heavier. It was just dawning, and huge raindrops pitter-pattered on the glass. Through the chaotic rain curtain, one could see the gray sky in the distance.
Wen Ling sat next to Luo Jiutian, huddled sadly, turning his head from time to time and taking a cautious look at Luo Jiutian.
Fool and Bao Mu sat in the middle row, both of them dumbfounded, blinking in vain, as if they were caught in some kind of hallucination.
how so?
Lao Luo, the director of the Mystery Bureau, Lao Luo, the vice president of the General Conference, Lao Luo, the man with unfathomable strength.
More importantly, that was Luo Jiutian's father, Lao Luo.
A choking sound came from Luo Jiutian's throat.
Xiaolan gritted her teeth hard and took a deep breath. Her nails were almost digging into her flesh. She let go of her hand tremblingly, closed her eyes, paused for two seconds, and then opened her eyes again.
She had to ask.
She needs to know.
"Excuse me..." Xiaolan swallowed hard, "Mo... Is Jasmine okay?"
"Jasmine is... the new head of Jiu Tan?" The little brother's expression was not very good, "I don't know. I have been treating people in Baliangshui and I haven't met Jiu Tan yet."
Xiaolan's tense body relaxed a little.
At least...it's not too bad news.
Qin Yin grabbed the driver's seat and asked, "Is Jasmine still alive?"
The little brother pursed his lips and thought for a while, then shook his head in embarrassment and said, "I really don't know."
Xiaolan leaned back on the chair, her body pressed against the cold car door, and two lines of tears slipped down her face.
She remembered how they looked when they were separated.
They were sitting in this car, and Jasmine and Lao Luo were sitting in another car. They looked at each other across the car.
She said that she could go to her at any time.
Is it really possible?
The car drove out of the main city and approached the edge of the city.
The sky is gray, the clouds are gray, and the rain is gray.
Wenling looked at Xiaolan's appearance, thought for a moment, leaned next to her, and grabbed her hand.
The tears on Xiaolan's face turned to one side, and she turned her head to look at Wenling blankly.
Wen Ling nodded firmly at her, "He will survive."
Will live.
Xiaolan was stunned for a moment.
Wen Ling said this to herself.
She remembered.
When she separated from Jasmine, she had a strong premonition in her heart, as if... this separation would be forever. At that time, Qiling, as a prophet, only gave her one answer.
That means Jasmine will not die but will live.
Xiaolan's tears welled up in her eyes again, and she choked, "Really...really?"
"Yeah," Wen Ling reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, "Live."
As long as you are alive...
Thinking of this, Xiaolan quietly looked at Luo Jiutian in the corner.
Luo Jiutian hasn't said a word since he answered the phone call.
After getting in the car that came to pick them up, Luo Jiutian sat motionless in that corner, not crying, laughing, screaming, or making trouble.
How should he bear all this?
The car drove for several dozen minutes, passing through the long suburban highway, and finally, a majestic group of buildings appeared at the end of the hazy rain curtain.
"We're here," said the Shuanglu guy who was driving.
From a distance, the Jiutan Station looks like a gorgeous villa area, with beautiful bungalows surrounding a cylindrical marble building in the center. The building is surrounded by a high wall, like a city wall, and you cannot see what is inside the wall.
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Several men and women dressed in black were waiting in front of the main entrance. Seeing their car stopped, they hurriedly approached holding umbrellas.
The car door opened, and a man in his fifties poked his head in, with a concerned look on his face.
His eyes swept over everyone in the car and finally stopped on Luo Jiutian.
"Jiutian..." The man's voice was a little hoarse.
They have heard this sound.
When Luo Jiutian heard the man's voice, his shoulders moved slightly, and after a while, he slowly raised his head.
"Jiutian," the man said with a sad face and a mournful voice, "get out of the car."
"Uncle Wang..." Luo Jiutian spoke up, his voice so hoarse that it seemed that it no longer belonged to him, "Where is my father?"
Others outside the car lowered their heads.
Uncle Wang stretched out his hand towards Luo Jiutian, "Jiutian, get out of the car."
"Where's my dad?"
"Jiutian," Uncle Wang's tone was stern, and a trace of tears flashed across the corner of his eyes, "Be obedient and get out of the car..."
"Your father...is waiting for you."
Luo Jiutian pushed open the umbrella covering his head, staggered across the snow-white threshold and walked into the wall.
Within the wall is a large marble square, and at the end of the square stands the cylindrical building.
This square should have been white, but now it was covered in bloodstains.
There were still a few people waiting in front of the building. Xiaolan saw at a glance Xia Hua, the head of the Si Xia Ming Chong family, and Jiao Tian Miaozhen, the head of Wu Geng Tian. She didn't recognize the others, but they were probably strangers from different sects.
"Nine days..."
The head of the Xiahua family came over sadly.
"Where's my dad?"
"Lao Luo..." Xia Hua sighed, turned and pointed at the open semicircular door.
A few seconds later, heart-wrenching cries floated around the Jiutan Station.