Chapter 43
Li Zhuiyuan held up the black book and waved it in the direction of the fish pond.
Although I don’t know if it can “see” it, I have to do my best.
Now, there are many things and distractions at hand, and I have to deal with them one by one.
"Brother Runsheng, come and get something."
"Okay."
Runsheng came over, picked up all the things, weighed them, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
Forget about the formation flag, but this set of corpse-retrieving equipment is his favorite treasure. When he woke up today, he didn't dare to think about it, and it made his heart hurt just to think about it.
"Xiaoyuan, where are they?"
"Going home."
"What about us now?"
"It's also home."
After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight to the second floor and walked into his room.
There are many books neatly stacked on the desk. Li Zhuiyuan read from "The Chronicles of Jianghus and Monsters", "The Correct Way to Conquer Demons", "Essential Interpretation of Yin-Yang Physiology", "Deduction Theory of Fate", "Liu's Qi Jue" and "Qin's Jiao Observation Technique". 》 Take out one book from each of these six sets of books.
Then look for the edge of the page where there is no writing, pick up the carving knife, and cut off a strip as wide as your thumb, for a total of six strips.
After hesitating for a moment, he opened the black book he had just received and cut out a strip.
I found a piece of white paper and wrapped the seven items in order. I also found a black plastic bag and put the gold ingot in it.
Carrying these things, walk downstairs and come to the east room.
Liu Yumei had just taken a shower and was sitting next to the coffee table, with moisture on her silver-white hair.
Seeing the boy coming, she pointed to the closed door and said, "Ali is taking a bath."
"Grandma Liu, I'm here to see you."
"Oh? Then make tea."
Li Zhuiyuan put the things away and started making tea.
"Xiaoyuan, grandma, I really like watching you make tea."
"It's my pleasure."
After the two of them each picked up their tea cups and took a sip, Li Zhuiyuan put down the cup and took out the paper bag:
"Grandma Liu, I know you are an expert in paper and cloth. I have some notes here. Can you look at them for me?"
Liu Yumei's biggest hobby in daily life is designing clothes for Ali. She is often seen sketching with a brush. Although she is only painting clothes, she can taste the unique charm in the details, which is not inferior to the retired art academy in her family's courtyard. Everyone.
Unsurprisingly, Aunt Liu's painting skills should have been learned from her, and Ali's painting skills are equally profound.
This kind of painter often has a lot of research on paper materials.
"Sure, let me show you."
Li Zhuiyuan first took out two pieces of paper and placed them in front of Liu Yumei. They were from "Essential Interpretation of Yin-Yang Physiology" and "The Theory of Fate Deduction".
Liu Yumei reached out and touched the two pieces of paper and asked: "Do you want to know what material it was made of or what year it was made?"
"Era."
"I think you know a lot about antiques. Why, can't you tell the age of the ancient books?"
"Grandma, you are joking. I just saw it a lot before, but I don't understand it."
"Yes, ancient books are a relatively small branch in the antique shop."
Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.
"These two pictures are from the Republic of China."
"From the Republic of China?"
"If I guess correctly, the words written on it should be neat and small, suitable for recording and filling."
"You have poisonous eyes."
Li Zhuiyuan took out the slips of paper "Qin's Jiao Observation Technique" and "Liu's Qi Observation Technique" and put them on the table.
There are no words on it, so Liu Yumei doesn't have to worry about what kind of book it is. Of course, even if the words are cut out, she probably won't be able to read it.
In these two books, the characters become more freehand and uglier as they are written later. At the beginning, Li Zhuiyuan could guess what the characters were based on the context. At the end, it was like he was familiar with the special symbols created by the writer. Got it.
Of course, these ugly words have deep meaning. It can even be said that it is precisely because of these ugly words that the value of this "pirated copy" is far greater than the original version.
Liu Yumei picked up the two pieces of paper, rubbed them gently, put them in front of her nose and smelled them, then put them down and said, "They are from the Ming and Qing Dynasties."
"That's it."
"If you take the part with the words, I can see a more specific era."
"Then I'll go get the book right now?"
Liu Yumei shook her head: "No need."
Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if he already knew the answer.
Next, he placed the three notes from the "Jianghu Zhiguailu", "Right Way to Conquer Demons" and the black cover book.
In fact, he mainly wanted Liu Yumei to read these three books.
Li Zhuiyuan was still modest before, but he could tell the approximate age of the four books just now.
However, he has never been able to determine the age of Wei Zhengdao's book. Based on the quality and state of preservation of the book, he tentatively believes that it is from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
But now comes the problem. The one in the fish pond was from the Six Dynasties period, almost 1,500 years ago.
The handwriting in the black book he gave himself was exactly the same as Wei Zhengdao's.
Li Zhuiyuan could tell whether the handwriting of the book was written by himself or was deliberately imitated by later generations when they copied it.
Because whether it is "The Legend of Jianghu" or "The Record of the Righteous Way to Conquer Demons", there is a sense of "feeling good about oneself" revealed between the lines.
At this point, it's in the black book, too.
This also means that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao's books in my hand are not hand-copied copies by later generations, but the original versions.
But if the time span is suddenly extended to 1,500 years ago, then the preservation of the original book would be amazingly good.
Liu Yumei just glanced at the three pieces of paper casually at first, then her expression froze, she immediately stretched out her hand to pick up the three pieces of paper and asked:
"What book is this in?"
Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Do you really want me to answer?"
"Forget it, no need to answer." Liu Yumei let go of her hand and the three pieces of paper fell slowly. She picked up the teapot again and washed her hands with hot tea regardless of burning it.
Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously: "Grandma, what era are these three pieces of paper from?"
"Oh, this is not paper."
"That's..."
"It's human skin."
Li Zhuiyuan blinked: "Human skin?"
"Have you ever heard of human skin papermaking?"
"No."
"No, that's right. As long as you are willing to spend enough money, there are many ways to preserve books for a long time. Using human skin as raw material is the most time-consuming, laborious and thankless. Only some special professions will use human skin paper to write things. .”
"I understand."
"Do you really understand? Then do you know which era these three pieces of human skin are from?"
"After the Eastern Han Dynasty, before the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"
"I can give you the most specific year."
"You said."
"Nanliang."
"Grandma, please tell me more specifically."
"Emperor Xiao Yan of Liang Dynasty once made paper out of three thousand human skins and transcribed Buddhist scriptures in order to worship the true Buddha.
However, before this batch of paper could be used much, Hou Jing rebelled, and this batch of paper was circulated from the palace and became known as Buddha skin paper.
Your three books were written on this Buddhist paper. ”
“Isn’t he famous for making paper out of human skin?”
"What's so strange? When an emperor prays to Buddha and seeks enlightenment, he doesn't do it for the sake of compassion and to save all sentient beings. He just wants to live forever so that he can continue to enjoy glory.
Isn't it the same with the monastic emperor of the Ming Dynasty?
This kind of emperor does not love the country or the beauty, but only loves himself. He is very selfish at heart.
So, how can you really care about human life? ”
"Educated."
"If this book and paper are well preserved, they can be regarded as real antiques. It seems that your grandfather has a lot of good things hidden in his basement."
"Did you know that there were books in my grandfather's basement?"
"He himself said that when he broke the Four Olds, several people left it with him, and they all said that someone would come to pick it up in the future, but until now, no one has come to take it away."
"Who deposited it?"
"I haven't even read those books, how could I possibly know who they are? Besides, I'm presbyopic now, so I'm not suitable for reading."
"That's a shame. I think there are some books that are quite interesting."
"When Ali's illness is cured, you can read it to grandma."
"If you can't pronounce it, you still have to read it yourself."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." Li Zhuiyuan opened the black plastic bag, took out the gold ingot, and placed it in front of Liu Yumei.
"You kid, are you going to be a water monkey?"
"No, I wouldn't dare."
"This is Mingjin, used for burials."
"It's gold."
"What, you want to exchange money with me?"
"Yes."
"Hehehe." Liu Yumei covered her mouth and laughed, "You kid, do you think my place is a pawnshop?"
"Reasonable buying and selling, nothing else involved."
The main thing is that it left a gold ingot, which was the money for renting land and planting trees. It was given directly to the master. Firstly, it was not easy to explain, and secondly, it was troublesome to exchange it for money.
After all, the master only needs to go to the village to pay and sign the signature, and Li Zhuiyuan has many things to consider.
"Okay, how much does it weigh?"
"No scale."
Liu Yumei picked up the gold ingot, weighed it in her hands, and asked, "Can I give it to you at the current gold price?"
"Okay. But this is a complete gold ingot."
"Hey, you kid, grandma will give you an extra 10%."
"Thank you grandma."
This is also the advantage of exchanging it with Liu Yumei. If you go outside and cut it in a store, the quality will be ruined.
"Ating."
"Here we come." Aunt Liu walked out of the kitchen, lowered her head to Liu Yumei's ear and listened to the instructions, then nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the bank right now."
Liu Yumei looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said, "I can give it to you tonight."
"Okay, Grandma."
"You haven't explained clearly what happened last night."
"It's not easy to explain clearly, but it's finally solved."
"That's good." Liu Yumei turned slightly sideways and looked at the boy, "You don't look good."
"Maybe it's because I didn't rest."
"No, it's like sleeping too much and you take a snack. Sleeping too much is not good for people. It's easy to get confused and can't distinguish between reality and dreams."
At this time, the door to the east room opened, and Ali stood at the door.
Some ancient people’s words always seem to be exaggerated, but when you actually see them in reality, you will find that the descriptions are so appropriate, such as the sentence "Naturally carved."
I was used to seeing Ah Li dressed up, but now she looked particularly beautiful and delicate as she just came out of the shower.
Li Zhuiyuan had a smile on his face. With her here, how could he not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality?
Liu Yumei said coldly: "When I was young, I was as good-looking as Ah Li."
Li Zhuiyuan answered: "Your grandfather fell in love with you when you were ten years old?"
"Boy, beg for a beating." Liu Yumei stretched out her hand to hit Li Zhuiyuan, but Li Zhuiyuan avoided it.
Ah Li came over and Liu Yumei stood up, ready to help her granddaughter dress up.
Unexpectedly, her granddaughter ran directly into the main house and upstairs with the boy.
For a moment, Liu Yumei felt a little embarrassed, but since she was already standing, she just stretched out.
"Hey, it's late at night, are you exercising?"
Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin came back with an empty cart. They had just gone to deliver tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks to people.
Liu Yumei: "My arms and legs are old, so I need to move more."
"You need to move more. The mule at home is sick. I feel really tired after I take him there." Li Sanjiang walked to the chair and sat down. He took out a cigarette and lit it. He needed to slow down.
Tan Wenbin asked: "Is Xiaoyuan back?"
"I'm back, I just went upstairs."
"Okay, Grandma."
Tan Wenbin did not go upstairs to find Xiaoyuan, but ran to the workshop.
As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a strong aroma of meat.
"Hey, Runsheng, you are so kind, you actually secretly eat barbecue here."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a piece from the stove and put it directly into his mouth without blowing.
"Hoo ho... so hot... so hot!"
Runsheng: "..."
"It's crunchy, not bad. Are you roasting pig skin? Why don't you prepare some dipping sauce? If you don't have chili, you can get some salt."
“Is it delicious?”
“It’s delicious, the meat is quite fresh.”
"Would you like some more?"
"Nonsense, of course."
"Here, whichever piece you want to eat, I'll cut it for you."
Runsheng laid out the two sets of leather clothes on the case, "lifelike".
He was just following Xiao Yuan's instructions to destroy it, but Tan Wenbin started eating it as soon as he came in. He didn't even have time to remind him.
Tan Wenbin saw two people lying on the case.
His expression was dull for half a minute, but his mouth was still chewing numbly.
Finally, he lowered his head and spit out what was in his mouth, covering his neck:
"Ouch!!!"
"The toilet is next door, go there to vomit."
Binbin remained unmoved, squatting on the ground and continuing to retching.
Runsheng didn't want him to make this place dirty, so he simply lifted Binbin and sent him to the toilet, where he held the dragon chair and vomited loudly.
After returning to the workshop, Runsheng cut all the remaining leather clothes and put them into the furnace in batches.
It was destroyed, but the stove had to be cleaned afterwards, otherwise it would be full of oil.
Tan Wenbin came back with a pale face. He looked at the empty cases and asked, "I was hallucinating just now, right?"
"It's nothing, just dirty meat."
"No, do you really eat this stuff?"
Runsheng shook his head: "I won't eat it."
"Huh..." Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.
"This meat is not dirty enough and has no marinade."
Tan Wenbin slumped down, reached out and grabbed his hair, and said, "I always feel like you are lying to me."
"What did you lie to?"
"From the beginning to the end, it seemed like a melodrama. I was left behind at the critical moment. I have never seen someone fall down on his own before."
"Just think it's a lie."
"But it's not like Xiaoyuan would lie to me about such a thing."
Runsheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin's forehead and asked with concern: "Are you suffering from food poisoning?"
Tan Wenbin shook his head aggrievedly. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan listen to himself read math problems and speak out the answers simultaneously. To a prospective high school senior, this scene is more magical than seeing a living death. "Runsheng, can you tell me what happened last night? Xiaoyuan asked me to ask you."
Runsheng nodded and told what happened last night and today.
After listening, Tan Wenbin's face turned even paler.
"So, the two water monkeys I met today are actually possessed by the dead?"
"Do you still need to ask? You just took the skin into your mouth."
"Don't mention that, I've already forgotten it."
"Do you have anything else to ask?"
"No, not anymore." Tan Wenbin stood up shakily and walked out with staggering steps.
"Where are you going?"
"Go to the canteen and call and ask my dad to pick me up and take me home."
Tan Wenbin walked to the dam and squatted down. He took out the cigarette with trembling hands and held it in his mouth, but he struck the match many times but failed to produce any sparks.
He was just joking, how could he call his dad to pick him up? If he didn't fall dead this time, there would be a chance next time.
This feeling is like that of a person who likes spicy food but can't eat spicy food. The spicy food is very painful and uncomfortable, but you can't help but want to keep trying.
"Crack!"
When it caught fire, Tan Wenbin immediately lowered his head and leaned over to light it.
There was a roar, and a police three-wheeled motorcycle drove up to the dam.
Tan Wenbin raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Tan Yunlong.
"Bah."
The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.
Tan Yunlong got out of the police car, walked over, and gave him a fatherly kick.
"Bang!"
Tan Wenbin was kicked to the ground. The dam was flat and he rolled several times.
"I put you here to smoke? I think you don't understand any rules!"
Tan Wenbin retorted: "Dad, don't you also use the bus for private use?"
"Heh." Tan Yunlong began to take off his belt.
"What's going on, what's going on." Li Sanjiang came out and grabbed Tan Yunlong, "Don't always attack you, what if you break him?"
"Uncle, this guy was just squatting here smoking!"
"Hey, I just pulled it out for you. I was teasing him. You're not good at pulling. If you want to hit me, just hit me."
"Uncle, you can't protect him like this. The child is too spoiled and will not learn well."
"I'm used to my Xiao Yuanhou. I think he's pretty good."
"Can it be the same?"
"They're all idiots, what's the difference?"
"I never dream of anything different."
"Come, sit down, and stay for dinner together tonight."
"No, sir, I'm here on business. There was a troupe who had a car accident in Pingchao Town at noon. When the car was crossing the bridge, it crashed through the guardrail and fell into the river."
"Which troupe?"
"It was performed in Siyuan Village yesterday."
"Oh, where are the people in this house? How are they?"
"All dead."
"Hiss...how could this happen?"
"It was just a simple car accident, but too many people died. I came here for a routine visit to inquire. Nothing happened during yesterday's performance. For example, there were quarrels and conflicts, etc."
"No, no, they performed very well yesterday. I guess they didn't sleep a wink all night and were driving tired."
"Well, this group of people has a special status. They are troupes from other provinces."
"I guess it's not easy to find work in other provinces, so I came here to look for work. Alas, it's a pity."
"Okay, let's do that, uncle, Binbin is here, causing you trouble."
"No trouble, this guy is very nice, and he helps me with my work. Actually, you have a very good character, I can tell."
"It's just that my academic performance is not good. I don't focus on my homework. I just think about having fun all day long."
"Isn't it true that all children are like this? My Xiao Yuanhou is also like this. He loves to play and has no intention of studying."
Tan Yunlong: "..."
"Uncle, don't you know your Xiaoyuan's study situation?"
"It's not because of your help, otherwise I would still have to worry about whether he can learn."
"Xiaoyuan didn't tell you?"
"Said, he said you can help with the operation."
"This is what I should do. Nine years of compulsory education, how can it be possible for children to miss school?"
Since the old man didn't know, Tan Yunlong wouldn't bother to explain.
"It's better to stay and eat."
"No, no, I'm leaving."
After Tan Yunlong said goodbye to Li Sanjiang, he got on his motorcycle and left.
After Tan Wenbin saw his father leaving, he got up from the ground and dusted himself off.
Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and handed it over: "Do you still dare to smoke?"
"What dare you not do!"
"Crack!"
Li Sanjiang rewarded Tan Wenbin with a heavy blow.
Tan Wenbin covered his head and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Don't bear grudges against your dad. Your dad is also good for you. When you grow up, your dad will pull out cigarettes for you in the future."
"Hey..." Tan Wenbin thought of this scene, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "That's good."
"Yasuko Tsuna, you won't be able to laugh when your father hands you a cigarette for the first time."
……
Li Zhuiyuan was not in a hurry to read the book. Instead, he sat in the room and played chess with Ah Li.
One after another, the boy enjoyed this process, which helped calm his anxiety.
He knows that he has a bad habit, he always likes to think too much, but in front of girls, he will be very quiet.
Aunt Liu came up and knocked on the door. Li Zhuiyuan walked out and took a bag from her with money in it.
"Thank you Aunt Liu."
"Come down for dinner."
"Okay."
Because Aunt Liu went to the bank, dinner was relatively simple, just noodles and two kinds of toppings, but it was also delicious.
"Hey, I said Zhuangzhuang, why don't you have an appetite tonight?"
"I ate too much at lunch."
"I thought your dad kicked you in the stomach."
"No, his feet are very accurate."
"Zhuangzhuang, you will also be a policeman in the future, right?"
"I don't."
"How wonderful it is to be a policeman."
"My grandpa said that being a police officer is very good. If there is no word 'people' in front of it, then with these two words, it will be much more tiring and the burden will be much heavier."
"That's his wise old man."
"Um, are you talking about my grandfather?"
"He is also your grandfather."
Tan Wenbin turned to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked: "Xiaoyuan, which university are you going to apply for?"
"Haihe University."
"Okay, then I'll take the exam there too, and then I'll report to school with you."
"Crack!"
Li Sanjiang tapped Tan Wenbin on the head with the end of his chopsticks:
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you go to report with our Xiao Yuanhou, how many years of grade will you have to stay!"
Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Ali's noodle-eating movements became very natural and no longer pursued the even length of each bite.
When she finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Do you want more?"
Ali shook her head.
Li Zhuiyuan picked up the handkerchief, and she leaned forward on her own initiative.
After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and wiped it himself.
Seeing that the girl kept staring at the handkerchief, the boy deliberately put it in his pocket.
The girl seemed to pouted.
After the meal, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed Ali back into the house to sleep. When he returned to the main room, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sitting together in front of the TV. There were rattan sticks in front of them, watching TV and doing something. Tie paper.
Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin's movements were very skillful. Those who didn't know it would have thought that his family was also an ancestral paper-making shop.
"Brother Binbin."
"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan."
"Don't you read your writing assignments?"
"I've brought all my homework, and I've written the essay myself. You can help me write the rest before I go back."
"If you do this, your parents will never let you come here in the future."
"Don't worry, the worse my grades are, the more they will put me here."
"It makes sense."
"Hey, after all, tying me to the Confucian Temple won't work as well as leaving me here."
"Haihe University, is it easy to take the exam?"
"Brother Xiaoyuan, are you reminding me to study hard?"
"Just asking."
"You don't know?"
"I don't know."
"Oh, yes, domestic universities are all the same in your eyes. With my current grades, my success rate in getting admitted to Haihe University is as high as the probability that every household will have a color TV in the future."
"Then you should be able to pass the exam, one of my brothers said."
Arriving on the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began to breathe while walking.
After practicing, he went to take a shower and then returned to the house.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the black book in his hand.
He knew that he would definitely learn.
Because he is young now, according to Liu Yumei, it is not appropriate to practice hard kung fu before his bones grow, but he cannot accept his powerlessness when encountering crises again and again.
Although, the crisis he encountered recently was a bit outrageous. Zhao Kuo, who was obviously studying at home, met Bai Qi when he went out.
But... you have to learn some non-physical methods that can directly face death.
It is a conspiracy to give this book to itself.
However, the final result may not be what it wants to see.
Putting the book under the pillow, Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, walked to the closet, and looked at himself in the mirror.
Is it a strange feeling?
But very early on when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt strange.
Does filth distort emotions?
How I wish I had the feelings to let it decontaminate.
You say I look like Wei Zhengdao, is there a possibility...
Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the mirror. His own opinion in the mirror became blurred, as if he had become another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan's own imagination.
"Wei Zhengdao has the same disease as me and Li Lan?"
……
I went to bed early and got up early. When I woke up, it was still dark. I looked sideways and saw that it was not time for the girl to come.
After getting up and washing up, I picked up the black book and walked to the terrace. I saw the door of the east room was opened and Ali, in a white top and horse-faced skirt, came out.
She raised her head and looked at the boy standing upstairs.
Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved to her.
Although it was not yet bright, his sun had already risen.
With the girl sitting next to him, Li Zhuiyuan began to formally read through the black book.
Familiar handwriting, familiar self-feeling good.
It seems that because I wrote something for a friend, the feeling is stronger, and I feel the pleasure of sharing my good things with good friends.
Li Zhuiyuan felt that it might hate the wrong person.
Wei Zhengdao may have really taught him this method purely, but some methods are not suitable for everyone.
After reading further, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed his conjecture.
The first article is about negative control.
The second article, consciousness integration.
The third article guides cognition.
Chapter 4, complete the control.
This book is not thick and does not contain much content. It only talks about methods. To learn it, you only need to follow the instructions.
But the difficulty is very high. Just controlling the Yin movement is not something that everyone can master.
From this point of view, it is really a genius. It actually learned it and controlled so many fatalities.
Also, this book is very destructive.
It treats the dead person as an "animal", establishes contact with it through the ghost method, then integrates its consciousness, reads its life memory, and finally, like hypnosis and deception, lures and controls its behavior.
Much like...taming an animal.
Maybe, in the book of Zhenger Ba Jing, you have to hold up a shelf and write "Destroyed by the Right Way" over and over again.
But in the notes I wrote to my friends, I let go and revealed my true thoughts.
Wei Zhengdao, Wei Zhengdao, you can think of such a method, what kind of righteous way is it?
For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step is not difficult, and the third and fourth steps are not difficult either. He can already control the yin, and he can also hypnotize and seduce. After all, he also has a condition that has been studied by psychiatrists. Rich experience.
It was this second step that he didn't have a clue about yet.
Wei Zhengdao's description is mysterious and mysterious, and Li Zhuiyuan had to try to "translate" it into modern meaning to understand it better.
It's very much like a frequency, similar to that of a radio, to allow yourself to form a resonance with Death.
Can this be understood?
How to control this frequency?
Li Zhuiyuan leaned back, leaned on the wicker chair, covered his face with the book, and closed his eyes.
He wanted to find a feeling, first find a state of sleep but not sleep, and take a walk in the shade.
Beside her, the girl saw the boy lying down and followed him.
Under the morning light, a boy and a girl were lying side by side on wicker chairs next to each other, but the girl was turning sideways, looking at the boy's face.
Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling, as if he had succeeded in traveling. He slowly opened his eyes, but the surroundings were foggy and he couldn't see anything.
According to the content in the book, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to control his consciousness to tremble. This was the frequency he understood...
In reality, the eyelashes of the boy lying on the wicker chair began to beat rapidly.
Ah Li noticed it. She stretched out her hand to touch it, but she took it back midway, and then she closed her eyes.
There was no change in the foggy surroundings.
Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a big problem, that is, there is not even a test subject to test something here?
But what can I do? Should I ask Brother Runsheng to go out with him, tie him up and bring him back to do experiments on him?
But at this moment, the surrounding images began to tremble at an accelerated speed, as if some powerful waveband was actively responding to itself.
The fog in front of him began to recede, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a girl sitting in the middle of the darkness with her knees in front of her.
Um,
This is myself,
Did you sense Ali?
(End of chapter)