"Why didn't you respond?" Xiaosong didn't seem to see the expressions he wanted to see on their faces, "Is there something wrong with my ability to express myself or..."
"You said Xiaosong is dead," Xiaolan said word by word, "then who are you?"
Xiaosong bobbed her toes twice lively. She raised her finger and poked her chin, saying, "Well...if you are asking about me now, then...I am indeed not Xiaosong."
The more everyone listened, the more dizzy they became.
"Can you explain it more clearly?" Qin Yin held her forehead, "What are you now, what is not Xiaosong and what is Xiaosong... Sister, I don't understand."
"Let me tell you," at this moment, the white cat, who had been squatting quietly at Xiaosong's feet, suddenly spoke, startling them, "I'll explain to you..."
"Holy shit! This cat can talk!" the fool exclaimed.
Feixu, who was still in the form of a white cat, rolled his eyes at Fool impatiently. Although it was an expression on a cat's face, everyone could still clearly read the dissatisfaction in its eyes, which made them all embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, he hasn't seen much of the world." Qin Yin gave the fool next to him a hard blow, "This... little brother Feixu, please continue."
Feixu cleared his throat in a formal manner, opened his cat's mouth, and made a human voice.
"In fact, not long after that incident ended, Xiaosong felt a new danger," Feixu said slowly, "She always thought that the bad luck Xiaohei mentioned was that we would be in Gao Mingya's Xiquan
He was attacked, but later, Komatsu discovered more and more clues, all of which pointed to one thing - the bad luck was not completely over."
"What clue?" Qin Yin asked involuntarily.
Feixu glared at her, "You don't understand even if I tell you."
...Sure enough, beautiful cats have bad tempers. In comparison, black cats are much better.
"Humph." Heipi once again read Xiaolan's thoughts, and turned over angrily with displeasure.
"After discovering this, Xiaosong began to search."
He paused for a long time, and then Xiaolan asked cautiously, "Who are you looking for?"
Fei Xu turned his head gracefully and looked at Xiao Song, who was sitting on the chair and listening attentively.
Xiaosong seemed to have just realized that the matter had something to do with her. She raised her chin cheerfully and said, "Of course it's me."
"Looking for you?" Qin Yin looked her up and down, "Why are we looking for you?"
Xiaosong said "嘁" and waved his hand, signaling Feixu to continue.
"Because only she can keep Xiaosong's spirit alive." Fei Xuyan explained concisely and concisely.
This answer raises more questions.
"What do you mean..."
"Listen to me first," Feixu interrupted Qin Yin's complaint arrogantly again, "Fortunately, Xiaosong finally found her before she got into trouble. After friendly negotiation, she agreed to share a body with Xiaosong.
To ensure that Xiaosong's spiritual tide will not completely dissipate when disaster strikes, so the current situation..."
"Raise your hand," Qin Yin raised his arm, "First question, what happened to Xiao Song?"
Feixu tilted his neck coolly and said casually, "There was a car accident."
"Car accident?!"
"Yes, it was a car accident." Xiaosong lifted up her skirt, revealing two thin, white legs. "Look, there are scars on the legs."
Xiaolan squinted her eyes for a while and saw that indeed, there were several mottled and raised scar lines on the white and tender skin.
"Was... was he killed by someone else?" Qin Yin asked unbearably.
"No," Xiao Song's attitude was as relaxed as if he was talking about someone else's business, "It was just a simple accident."
"Ah this..."
"Human beings have unpredictable fates," Xiaosong pretended to be profound, shaking his head. "It's pretty good that Xiaosong could predict that he would die due to an accident, right?"
"Second question," this time it was Xiaolan's turn, "you said... Xiaosong's spiritual energy has not completely disappeared, and you and Xiaosong still share a body. Does that mean that the real Xiaosong is actually still alive, and is also alive?"
Living in your body?"
After hearing this, Xiaosong applauded in admiration, "You are basically right, but I want to correct you. I am also the real Xiaosong now, but Xiaosong has changed from one part to two parts, and I
It’s just part of it…”
"Since Xiaosong is still here..." Xiaolan said, "Can't you let her face us?"
"Xiaosong's remaining spiritual energy is still in the recovery stage, and there is currently no way to control the body," Feixu helped answer the question, "I will do it in the future."
"Then how do we know if what you said is true? What if Xiaosong just dies?" the fool asked directly.
Xiao Song grinned, showing a smile that didn't quite look like a smile, "Even if Xiao Song disappears completely, it has nothing to do with you."
It seems to be true.
"And can't he smell the scent of spiritual tide?" Xiaosong pointed at Baomu, "He also said that my smell is similar to Xiaosong's, but different. What he smells is me.
A scent that blends with Komatsu’s spirit.”
Everyone looked at Baomu. Baomu's brows were knitted tightly, but he did not deny this statement.
I can only believe her words for the time being.
"Then... let me ask the third question," the Taoist Master's voice was soft but cold, like coming out of an ice cave that has been sleeping under the deep sea for hundreds of years, "Why are you here?"
Everyone nodded slightly and stared at Xiaosong's face.
This is the most critical issue.
Starting from Luliang, why did Xiaosong get involved with the group of people who killed Grandpa Wenling? And why did he steal Lu Yueyi's family photos before them? In the final analysis, why did she appear here?
"This question may be easy to answer or difficult to answer...it is indeed difficult to answer..." Komatsu still used the same roundabout tactics.
"Then let me ask another question," the Taoist priest said, "You came here to find us, right?"
"Looking for you?" Xiaosong pouted a few times and nodded, "Well, you can put it that way."
"Have you been following us, overheard our conversation at the hot pot restaurant, and learned about our next plan?"
"That's right."
"Did you take the photo before us?"
"Of course." Xiaosong turned to look at the photos on the table.
"Why are you doing this?" The Taoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it related to the Luliang incident?"
"Speaking of it...it has some relationship," Xiaosong nodded casually and suddenly moved his eyes to Xiaolan, "But the main reason is still her."