"Other insects?" Xiaolan was a little confused, "How could there be other insects?"
"I'm just making an analogy," Auntie Long said, "Although insects are the source of Sixia's spiritual energy, the insects themselves do not have advanced intelligence. For example, my spider can only tell whether there is danger around it, but it cannot
We know where the source of danger is, let alone be afraid of natural enemies in the biological sense."
"But her spider will be afraid of other people's spiders," Xia Hua added, "because it's instinct."
"I understand," Qin Yin patted Xiaolan, who still looked confused, "That is to say, this sister's bug only knows that Xu Ye is dangerous, but she doesn't know why he is dangerous."
"It seems that your premonition of life insects is very accurate." Li Muyuan approached Auntie Long, seeming to be very interested in her life insects.
"How can we use Xu Ye as an excuse?" Miaozhen said, "After all, everyone else is gone."
"Yes," Qin Yin crossed his arms, "You just said that Qiqiao is very well-informed, so they must know that Xu is no longer here."
Jasmine spoke expressionlessly, her voice a little stiff, "You can just use his death as an excuse."
"What Jasmine probably means is that with Xu Ye's incident, we have an excuse to sneak into Qiqiao Station. The rest needs to be investigated by ourselves in the station." The Taoist Master said slowly.
Jasmine nodded, her hair falling on the gauze covering her eyes, looking pale and pitiful.
"Act according to circumstances..." Qin Yin said mysteriously, "No problem, I'm best at this."
"ha?"
"Do you have any objections?"
"No...no," Baomu shrank his neck and hid behind the fool under Qin Yin's power, "but in this case, it feels like there may be a lot of accidents."
"Yeah." Wen Ling also nodded.
"You don't have to be afraid. Sister Xia Hua and Xiao Jiaotian are very powerful," Hong Zhi interjected, "And even if something happens to you, Li Muyuan can cure you. Even if you die, it will be fine. Li Muyuan often collects corpses.
I’m used to it…”
"Hong Zhi! Shut up!" Uncle Hong finally got angry, "Go back and copy the medicinal scripture for me a hundred times!"
"Master, what happened to me..."
A few people could only step forward and stop the furious Uncle Hong, "Uncle Hong, don't be angry, we don't care."
"You damn girl! You really can't change your habit of speaking without restraint!..." Uncle Hong was so angry that he trembled, "You know clearly that this happened just now in the Eight and Nine families, and you are still saying this here.
talk!……"
"I..." Hong Zhi seemed to realize that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and her face turned red. "I know I was wrong, Master, and I will never dare to do it again."
"You know your mistakes every time! I've never seen you change your mind!..." Uncle Hong removed Luo Jiutian from holding him, pointed at Hong Zhi's nose and shouted, "If you don't obey again! I won't want you anymore!..."
"Master..."
Hong Zhi had no idea that her words would arouse such great anger from her master. She was so frightened that she stood there blankly, lowered her head, and burst into tears.
"Uncle Hong, calm down..." Li Muyuan stopped between the two of them, "You can't say this. Uncle Hong, if you don't want Hong Zhi, what should she do?"
"Master, don't let me go..." Hong Zhi cried, her voice blurry, "If you don't let me go, where should I go..."
Uncle Hong's chest rose and fell a little less. Seeing Hong Zhi's aggrieved look, his own eye circles were red.
He sighed heavily, turned away, and stopped looking at Hong Zhi.
"Okay, stop crying," Li Muyuan patted Hong Zhi's back, bent down to look at her face, and said with a smile, "Look at this little face crying..."
"Senior brother, my master no longer wants me..."
Hong Zhi's nose was so full that she was about to cry. Li Muyuan quickly pulled out a pack of tissue paper from his pocket and stuffed it into her hand, with a gentle tone, "Who does your master not want you to want? He raised you to such a big age and doesn't want you anymore.
Who will provide for him in his old age?"
The crowd was startled by this sudden dramatic conflict. They stood in a row around the table and looked at the three people in the eye of the storm at a loss.
Seeing that the atmosphere had relaxed a bit, Xiao Lan stumbled and said, "Uncle Hong, you really don't need to mind. We all think... that Sister Hong Zhi is quite humorous."
"Yes, yes," Qin Yin also said, "Uncle Hong, you see, I usually speak freely, and the Taoist priest didn't say he didn't want me."
The Taoist priest glanced at Qin Yin quickly, wondering when I was going to pass you?
"We know that Sister Hong Zhi has no ill intentions," Xiao Lan said, "Just forgive her."
Hong Zhi was still huddled timidly next to Li Muyuan, lowering her head and raising her eyes, secretly looking at Uncle Hong who was facing them sideways.
"Alas..." Uncle Hong's shoulders dropped, he turned around and said in an iron-clad tone, "You kid, tell me...you haven't seen your Jiutian brother cry before, and you have also seen it yourself.
Without your parents, don’t you know how sad your Jiutian brother must be?...You actually treat this matter of life and death as a joke..."
"I was wrong..." Hong Zhi's tears welled up again, "Brother Jiutian, I was wrong... I never dare to..."
"Ouch, this..." Luo Jiutian didn't expect that Uncle Hong scolded Hong Zhi because of him, and he immediately panicked, "Uncle Hong... no... you really don't have to do this for me,
I'm not sad anymore. My dad is dead. What can I do? I've already mourned and resigned... Moreover, my dad is only physically dead, but his spirit will always live in me... Ah! Where is my dad?
!”
Luo Jiutian's sharp voice made Xiaolan almost trip over her chair in fright.
"What?" Xia Hua was confused.
Luo Jiutian stood in the middle of the living room, his eyes swept around the living room, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Xiaolan also glanced around, and then realized that there was actually one person missing in the room.
Lao Luo is missing.
Xiaolan took a breath of air, and her first reaction was to grab Luo Jiutian's arm.
Luo Jiutian stood in the middle of the living room in a panic, looking like he was about to cry.
Hong Zhi stopped crying, but looked at Luo Jiutian curiously with the others.
"My dad...Dad!" Luo Jiutian stumbled towards the door, "Dad!...Where are you?..."
"What happened to Jiutian?" Xia Hua's face turned pale.
"This, this, this...he is too sad and his brain is a little bad," Qin Yin pointed to his brain and explained, "He had this problem before, he could see things that didn't exist, but this time the problem is more serious.
."
"This... I thought Jiutian really accepted Lao Luo's death. Alas... I should have thought..."
"Is there something wrong with his mind?" Li Muyuan doubted himself a little, "Is it true?"
"Dad! Dad!..."
"Brother Jiutian, calm down, Brother Jiutian..." Xiaolan desperately grabbed Luo Jiutian's sleeve, "Uncle Luo must have just left, he probably hasn't gone far yet..."
"My dad..."
Suddenly, a crisp ringing sound came from the second floor.