"There's nothing we can do about it," Lao Luo smiled lowly at Wen Ling, "But Miss Wen Ling doesn't need to worry too much. Mu Yuan has no ill intentions, it's just... a little obsessed."
Wen Ling nodded with a grimace.
Obsession, this is already a very difficult situation for people with mild social phobia to deal with.
"Everyone," Mr. Shen stopped and said loudly, "I will send you here. If you walk a little further, you can return to the living world."
"Ah, aren't you coming with us?" the fool asked.
"Of course not, I still have a job," Mr. Shen waved the spiritual flag in his hand and said, "Uncle Luo is in charge of this matter. I'm just a messenger."
"When I find clues, I will contact you in time." Lao Luo said.
Mr. Shen nodded in agreement, said goodbye to the others, turned around and walked back along the path.
Everyone watched as his figure disappeared into the mist.
Everyone took a few more steps forward, and sure enough, as Mr. Shen said, the thick fog surrounding them gradually dissipated. Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone staggered back to the familiar lounge.
After Luo Jiutian stood still, his first reaction was to look for his father. Seeing Lao Luo following behind them holding a spiritual flag, Luo Jiutian immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay."
"What's okay?" Xia Hua's voice came from behind him, "Jiutian, what are you talking about? How do you feel? There's nothing wrong, right?"
Xia Hua and Shuang Lin were standing in front of everyone, looking at Luo Jiutian with worried expressions.
By the way, they haven't experienced what happened just now, so they don't know how to explain Lao Luo's matter to them.
"Ah? My dad..."
"Jiutian, hush..." Lao Luo interrupted Luo Jiutian's words, made a silent gesture towards them, and said with a smile, "Except for you, no one else can see me."
Xiao Lan looked at Lao Luo holding the spiritual flag in shock, and then at Xia Hua and the others.
It seems that they really can't see Lao Luo behind the crowd.
"Ah?" Luo Jiutian was obviously taken aback, and quickly explained, "Oh...hey, I'm fine. Sister Hua, thank you, I feel much better."
"Really?" Hong Zhi looked at Luo Jiutian, "When you came in from the door just now, you looked dull, as if you had lost your soul."
"Xiao Zhi!..."
After being stopped by Uncle Hong, Hong Zhi muttered and retreated to the back.
It turned out that in their eyes, Luo Jiutian walked in from outside the door just now.
"What you experienced just now was not the time of this world," Lao Luo said, "so in their eyes, you were just collectively in a daze...except for Jiutian."
Luo Jiutian floated in from outside the door like a ghost.
"Jiutian, are you okay?" Xia Hua asked with concern.
"It's okay, I'm okay," Luo Jiutian was stunned, blinked and said, "Sister Hua, don't worry about me, I've already thought about it."
"Think about it..." Xia Hua and Uncle Hong exchanged a look, "That's bad, Lao Hong, please take a look and see if there is anything wrong with Jiutian's kid's psychology?"
"I...I have no mental problems. Sister Hua, where did you want to go?"
Luo Jiutian's tearful eyes have not subsided yet. He said these words with this face. No wonder Xia Hua thinks wrongly.
"I think it's normal..." Uncle Hong said.
"I think there's something wrong with him." Hong Zhi pointed to her head and said.
"Shut up now..."
"I really have no problem," Luo Jiutian couldn't laugh or cry, "I've figured it out, Sister Hua, people can't be resurrected after death, and my dad is already so old, he should have... Oops!"
Lao Luo knew that the kid was not holding back anything good, so before he said something treasonous, he kicked his butt, almost sending Luo Jiutian flying out.
It seems that even if he becomes a ghost, Lao Luo's strength cannot be underestimated.
Xia Hua and Shuang Lin were even more frightened. Li Muyuan and Uncle Hong looked at each other, nodded firmly, and then surrounded Luo Jiutian from both sides.
"Jiutian, don't be nervous. Come and let Uncle Hong give you a pulse."
"Uncle Hong, I will take my pulse myself."
"We at Shuanglin are more professional in treating illnesses and saving lives."
"...but I'm not sick."
"Muyuan, catch Jiutian, yes, don't let him escape. Xiaozhi, go and block the door."
"Where am I going? Uncle Hong...why don't you believe me?..."
Several people noisily held down Luo Jiutian and started "diagnosis and treatment". Others stood aside and watched the excitement. Lao Luo himself also crossed his arms and laughed.
A smile appeared on the corner of Jasmine's mouth, but the pale smile did not stay for long. Jasmine sighed and groped her way towards Li Muyuan.
"Muyuan," Jasmine said, interrupting Li Muyuan who was concentrating on controlling Luo Jiutian, "were you the one who disposed of the deceased's body?"
"Yes..." Li Muyuan regained his serious look and said, "Because all the intruders used poison to kill themselves, I was worried about the spread of the poison. After discussing with the heads of several other factions, I organized and dealt with it. Head Jasmine, I'm sorry.
I made the decision on my own, but it was really a helpless move."
"No, I'm not minding this. Since it was Shuangzhen's decision, there must be a reason for it," Jasmine said. "I just want to ask, did you find anything strange while disposing of the body?"
When Jasmine mentioned the word "strange", the three people in Shuanglin all stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.
There is a problem!
Xiaolan became energetic instantly.
"What's wrong?" Jasmine felt something from this pause and asked keenly, "Muyuan?"
"Well," Li Muyuan said vaguely, "as for the strange things..."
"Is there really something going on?" Xia Hua asked in surprise, "Muyuan, why didn't you tell us anything?"
Wen Ling looked into Li Muyuan's eyes and seemed to understand something. He leaned over and said two words in Xiaolan's ear, "Si Xia."
Four summers?
Xiaolan looked at Wenling curiously and asked, "What do you mean?"
Just as Wenling was about to stretch out his hand and make gestures, Uncle Hong suddenly spoke.
"Muyuan, let's talk."
Wen Ling stopped and pointed at Li Muyuan.
"Are you worried?" Jasmine asked in a low voice.
"Well..." Li Muyuan glanced at Xia Hua intentionally or unintentionally, "Somewhat..."
Xia Hua opened her beautiful eyes slightly, "Are you worried about me? Mu Yuan, is there something you can't tell me?"
Now, he couldn't hide it no matter how much he wanted to.
"That's right..." Li Muyuan still spoke, "Master Xiahua, this matter... Let me say something first. I didn't tell you about this, not because we doubted you, but... we haven't figured out how to inform you yet.
"
Xia Hua's face looked a little bad.
"Say it quickly."
"On some invaders..." Li Muyuan paused, "We found some traces similar to insect marks."