Nai Hanaxiong held up the iron basin and spoon, ran to the corridor outside, looked around, finally made up his mind, and knocked on the iron basin hard.
Bang! !
"Yin Xiu, does Kunlun Fairy Mountain really exist!?" He shouted at the top of his lungs.
There was no response from the room. What responded to him was a wine bottle thrown from across the building, causing glass shards to scatter everywhere.
"I'm going to throw you into the street. I'm going crazy here in the middle of the night. I want to sing on the stage!"
Caihuaxiong, holding the iron basin on his head, ran into the house in embarrassment and barely closed the door.
In the room, except for Yin Xiu who was sitting on the bed, everyone else had cotton stuffed in their ears and blocked them tightly with their fingers.
"How, is it effective?" Nahanao asked.
Yin Xiu had fully recovered her energy at this time, but her face was a little pale.
"That's it."
He waved to everyone, indicating that they didn't need to plug their ears and could take off the cotton.
Luo Wei took off the cotton and asked impatiently: "What's wrong? Is there any secret between you two? We can't listen?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "It's not a secret, and it's not a good thing. I'm afraid that if you hear it, something bad will happen to you."
When Luo Wei heard what he said, the detective's curiosity surged again and he couldn't suppress it.
Seeing that Yin Xiu refused to speak, he looked at Caihua Xiong: "Brother Xiong, then you..."
"Hey, don't ask me, I'm depressed."
Nahanao shook his head, seeming very depressed and heartbroken.
"I originally thought the two of us were good brothers, so if you had anything to do, you would let me know first, and you trusted me.
As a result, I didn't expect that your master, grandma, your son, even this policeman, ah no, this brave detective, you wouldn't let them hear, for fear of harming them.
Why, other people's lives are lives, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm alone and a fat guy, so you think it doesn't matter if I die because of what I said or what I heard? ”
Yin Xiu waved her hand, signaling Cai Huaxiong not to worry and to listen to her explanation.
Not only Caihuaxiong, Lan Po, Uncle Ming, but also Ma Xiaoyu were staring at him to see what Yin Xiu said.
Shrugging to express helplessness, Yin Xiu said: "Anyway, if I asked you to ask out loud, just don't tell them about it.
Why is it you? It's because you have a firmer will than those Qigong practitioners and your beliefs are more pure, so no matter what others say, they can't affect you. That's what I mean.
It is precisely because of this that I can safely hand over this arduous task to you, because here, I am most at ease with you. ”
"Really?" Naohuaxiong blinked.
"Of course it's true, Brother Xiong, when did I lie to you?" Yin Xiu said.
Seeing that he was dubious, Yin Xiu spoke again.
"Otherwise I ask you, do you believe that those machines, whether they are screws or parts, are actually dead objects and do not have the souls you call them?"
"Fuck you!"
Nahanao stood up, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Do you think those machines are stones? Or are they just a bunch of iron lumps? They..."
"That's it."
Yin Xiu raised his hand, "Okay, Brother Xiong, this is what I said, you will never be tricked because of what you said just now.
The most important thing is that you don't have to go underground, so I think you are safe and suitable for the difficult task just now. ”
Caihua Xiong was still confused, but he felt relieved when he saw Yin Xiu being so determined.
"Oh, I can't help it. With great power comes great responsibility. By the way, did you react just now? When I shouted that sentence."
"Yes, a little bit, but not much."
Yin Xiu murmured and began to reminisce about the previous feeling.
When Naihuaxiong shouted those words, Yinxiu was still worried that she would fall into shock again.
But this time he held on, because the confusion he had felt when he was underground had completely disappeared from his heart.
In this case, as long as Nahanao shouts a few more times, he will probably be able to get rid of these worries completely.
"Hey, can't a good mortal do it? Do you have to be a god?"
Yin Xiu sighed and hugged Ma Xiaoyu's waist.
Snap!
The familiar pain and heat on his face came again.
Yin Xiu touched her face angrily, "Don't be so rude to a patient, you know I almost couldn't wake up."
Ma Xiaoyu ignored him and just rolled her eyes.
Uncle Ming, who had been smoking, was very interested. He asked: "Is that a magic formula, or what? You said others can't listen, so were you doing an experiment on yourself just now?"
"Absolutely. Uncle Ming, really don't ask, it's no big deal."
Yin Xiu stopped the topic and was unwilling to talk any more.
Even if it made these people think that he was being mysterious or hiding some secret, Yin Xiu tried his best not to arouse their curiosity.
You must know that in many stories, the protagonist causes many troubles just because of curiosity. For example, Adam and Eve ate apples from the tree, and some young man from West Asia opened the door under the bed.
Others tell him not to do anything or go somewhere, but he just does it. Curiosity killed the cat.
Therefore, Yin Xiu wanted to cut off the source as much as possible. It was impossible not to ask anything, but it might be a good idea to avoid asking questions as much as possible.
The most important thing is that, as Yin Xiu thought, Caihuaxiong is a staunch mechanical theologian, and other theories cannot shake him, not even the existence of the so-called Kunlun.
But except for him, everyone at the scene might doubt the existence of Kunlun at some moment.
If their answer is yes, they will probably fall into a long sleep like Yin Xiu.
This is the truth beneath the ground, a spell, a meme or a curse, circulating in the world of Infinity.
As long as you believe in the existence of Kunlun, you will enter the "trial" or prison at that moment.
As for whether Grandma, Tao Baishi, and those Qi refiners had also fallen into such a deep sleep, Yin Xiu didn't know.
But what puzzled him was that he finally woke up after rejecting Kunlun's invitation.
So with the fanaticism of those Qi Refiners, if someone naively saw the Kunlun in their dreams, would they really refuse? Like Yin Xiu, wave your hands and say goodbye to that huge temptation?
Maybe this huge meme that exists underground is not as simple as Yin Xiu thought. It may be even weirder and more bizarre than he thought.
No matter what, not mentioning this matter to Uncle Ming and the others right now is the best protection.
The more they tell Uncle Ming and others, "Don't believe in the existence of Kunlun" and "Kunlun is a lie," the more they will eventually get in touch with "Kunlun" at some point.
"Don't ask, if there is something that this young boy doesn't want you to know, it must be for your own good." Lan Po said.
Yin Xiu finally grinned, "It's Lan Po who understands me."
"It doesn't matter whether you understand it or not. Here, drink it first."
Lan Po handed over a bowl of black talisman water that looked like herbal tea. Some of the incense ash in it had even floated to the top, forming clusters of small particles.
Yin Xiu crawled back a few times, "I just took a nap, it's not like I was possessed by evil spirits."
"It's the same thing. Drink it to calm the nerves. I have a senior sister who insists on drinking a bowl of Talisman water every morning and evening, pouring two taels of incense ash into it every time. She drank like this for decades, and she died last year."
Seeing how tough she was, Yin Xiu knew that she could no longer refuse, so she could only frown and pretend to be drinking coffee, swallowing it in big gulps.
By the time he finished drinking, his originally pale face had turned a little dark, and he looked like he had been smeared with toner.
He rubbed his hoarse and numb throat and coughed a few times before he finally recovered.
Yin Xiu asked: "Lan Po, how did your senior sister die?"
Lan Po didn't even raise her eyelids, "I had acute food poisoning. I was sent to the hospital in the morning and died in the afternoon. I didn't suffer much. It's a happy death."
"..."
Yin Xiu glanced at the thick layer of incense ash at the bottom of the bowl and quickly put the bowl aside.
Ma Xiaoyu seemed to have finally found a chance to speak. She asked, "I brought Fang Yin here. Do you have anything to ask her?"
Yin Xiu scratched his head, "Do you already know something?"
Ma Xiaoyu nodded, "It was just a guess at first, but later I used some means to make her tell the truth. Fang Yin did hide something from us."
"Including this raid?"
"That's not the case. From what Fang Yin said, she didn't expect that the Qintian Supervisory Committee would act so quickly and collide with us."
"Do you believe what she said? Didn't you not believe that woman's words from the beginning?" Yin Xiu asked.
"No, that's the only thing I absolutely believe."
Ma Xiaoyu took a deep look at Yin Xiu, making him feel uncomfortable.
"I don't know about others, but if it were you, Fang Yin would never want to see you injured. You don't even know how nervous she was when she knew you were injured."
"I really don't know."
Yin Xiu quickly spread his hands and said that he was also innocent.
For a person like him, who is admired and admired wherever he goes, could it be because he is too handsome and acts too chic?
"It's better..."
Luo Wei smoothed things over, "Anyway, why don't we bring Fang Yin up first and listen to what she has to say, so that we can make plans for the next step."
"I locked her in the kitchen."
Ma Xiaoyu said and walked to the kitchen.
Yin Xiuze was still sitting on the bed, with some complicated emotions, waiting for Ma Xiaoyu to bring Fang Yin out.
Yin Xiu knew from the beginning that this woman was not simple, but she didn't expect that she would have the support of the imperial court behind her.
After a while, Ma Xiaoyu finally walked out of the kitchen under the gaze of everyone.
But she was the only one, and Fang Yin did not follow him out of the kitchen.
"I didn't expect that woman to be able to use the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang to escape under the noses of so many of us Xuanmen practitioners."
Ma Xiaoyu held up the strange scarecrow with Fang Yin's name written on it, which had been burnt black, with a rather unhappy look on his face. (End of chapter)