Laugh and ask the immortal for a chance

  It was already midnight, and the Qin family's house was pitch black with all lights extinguished. Only in Qin Xiong's bedroom was a lamp lit.

  He stood with his arms open wide, firmly guarding the entrance, his eyes fixed intently on the movements in the courtyard, as if ready to strike at any moment.

  Those who appear to be protecting people in the house are actually guarding them so that they don't go out and disturb the descending spirits.

  The last sentence was said to Qin Xiong, although he didn't think that a single article would be able to summon the true god, but seeing Jun's serious expression, he also held onto a thread of hope.

  He sat at the case, still somewhat curious, but Jun did not speak, and it was said that his good friend Yun Zhao had not yet come over from the Yun family.

  "What riddle is this?"

  Just then, a low, muffled roar was heard from outside the door, and a strange gust of wind blew, causing the doors and windows to creak and rattle. He hastily got up to shield the lamp in front of him.

  After a moment, it returned to silence, and outside the door, Jiūn called out in a low voice: "Young Master!"

  "Yun Zhao, you've come from outside, have you seen anything?" Qin Xiong hastily pulled Dao Jing into the house. It was already late, and his friend had still rushed over, which truly moved him. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being somewhat uneasy, as even with his strong fists, facing this ghostly affair was indeed difficult to handle.

  He sat down quietly and steadily, poured himself a cup of water, the tea had gone cold, he only drank half a mouthful before putting it down.

  He Jiong saw this and took up the teapot and walked out of the door.

  "I have something on my mind, I'm quite curious about it, and I'd like to ask for your advice"

  Qin Xiong felt that the Yun Zhao in front of him seemed to have changed into a different person, his eyebrows and eyes were still the same, but his gaze was like deep lake water, with unknown undercurrents surging beneath.

  Dang Xia Zheng Se said: "What did you say?"

  Dao Jing asked about the black-clad men, but Qingyang Country had always been a country of ordinary people from start to finish. He himself had fought against the black-clad men and hadn't seen them use any magic spells. Although it was one thing, it still needed to be considered from two aspects. The Wangwu Mountain was still worth going to. But since it was a matter among the common folk, it would be natural to ask someone from among the common folk, such as this wandering hero who roamed the land and upheld justice, Qin Xiong.

  At this point, Qin Xiong suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

  He said Yun Zhao, I actually knew who saved me and Yun Su back then, it's just that all these years I haven't mentioned it to anyone else.

  It was a fairy who saved him.

  So he naturally didn't go to school, he left home to practice immortal cultivation.

  But you, nobody knows where you come from, yet every time you appear by my side, it's never with ordinary people.

  Although I am just an ordinary citizen, after so many years of traveling all over the country, I have gained some experience and insight. I know you are not an ordinary person either.

  This time you came, it's not just to visit Cloud Grandma... and me.

  He said I knew that the young man who took you to the Yun's house for the first time, had been visiting among the people for a long time.

  Now you're asking about the man in black again, what are you investigating?

  Qin Xiong paused for a long time, seemingly hesitant. He said in a low voice, "There are indeed black-clothed men. I can tell you everything I know."

  Dao Jing was also speechless for a long time. His good friend was a man of his word, but he couldn't help being hot-headed and impulsive. For so many years, he had interacted with him as Yun Zhao, not intentionally hiding anything, but feeling that it was more equal this way. He didn't want to burden him unnecessarily because of his special identity.

  So he didn't explain but quietly listened.

  The organization of Men in Black has been around for some time among the people, their activities are irregular and seemingly without any specific purpose.

  The only way is to kill!

  Kill what people? Not instead of heaven, nor with people dissipation.

  Their targets are very wide-ranging, from princes and nobles to merchants and ordinary people. Some of these people have a reputation, while others are completely unremarkable, with no discernible pattern.

  "It's been said that since the year before last, a great general was mysteriously assassinated on the battlefield. His subordinates caught several black-clad assassins, but it's said they died quickly, no one knows whether from torture or suicide. After that, there was a period of calm until early last year, around April or May, when an assassination organization began to frequently appear. No one knew who they were or where the organization was, only that this year they've done quite a few things, mostly in the south."

  For this organization, there is a saying among the people: The mysterious bird emerges into the world, blood splatters on the doorframe, but it takes lives without distinguishing right from wrong!

  Sometimes during the day, two people get into a dispute on the street, and by midnight, one of them will inevitably be dead! There are even cases where someone's home is burglarized, and when they go to catch the thief, they end up being killed instead.

  In short, the more unreasonable and evil people are, the better they survive, while those who uphold justice and speak out for righteousness often fall victim to foul play.

  Later on, the scope of the black-clad men's activities expanded, and Qin Xiong couldn't help but start worrying that he would also be targeted one day for meddling in other people's business.

  Some people started looking for this organization, wanting to use their hands to eliminate dissidents, but the world is so big that there is not a single clue to be found.

  "You said, could they be ghosts?"

  The tired and exhausted Dao Jing pinched his eyebrows, replied in a low voice: "It won't work, it's just that their technique is strange. I have fought with them before, I know they are ordinary people from an ancient country that no longer exists, Qingyang Country!"

  Qingyang country? Qin Xiong didn't know what he thought of, and it took him a long time to awkwardly point at himself. "Actually, we people with the surname Qin are all descendants of Qingyang country, but, I..."

  "I know, so I want to ask you for advice"

  Dào Jìng is now thinking that fifteen years ago, someone was kidnapping children everywhere. Where are these children now? Are they related to the organization of black-clad people, or are they the current black-clad people themselves?

  Master Shifu back then, did he sense something?

  Thinking of these things, he felt his head splitting with pain.

  "Yun Zhao, Yun Zhao, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xiong saw Dao Jing's furrowed brow and worsening complexion, and asked several times without getting a response. He tried to touch his forehead with his hand, only to find it burning hot.

  "Yun Zhao!" A loud shout, Dao Jing struggled to open his eyes, only to feel an intense pain in his eye sockets, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he fell forward, collapsing softly onto the desk.

  "Hurry up! He Jun, He Jun hurry up!"

  In the middle of the night, Cheng Fu was abruptly pulled out of his warm bed and didn't even have time to put on clothes. He felt like a whirlwind as he rushed through the streets and alleys, and before he knew it, he had arrived at another house.

  He threw him onto the bed with a loud thud, and lying on it was...

  "Prince? What's going on?"

  Qin Xiong hastily pulled his hand over and pressed it onto Dao Jing's wrist, "Are you a doctor? Great, take a look quickly!"

  His pulse is chaotic, and it seems that there are two strands of true energy rampaging inside him, constantly entwining and colliding. Dao Jing's original true energy was thick and rich, but now it appears to have been severely damaged, his true energy faint and almost imperceptible. However, this has allowed another strand of true energy to take advantage of the situation and seemingly attempt to seize dominance. I've heard that he plans to use his magical powers to capture ghosts tonight, but they seem to be ordinary ghostly apparitions, and there shouldn't be any signs of dark energy invasion.

  It's as if the turmoil is coming from within, a kind of inner consumption.

  "This is quite troublesome"

  Cheng Fu knelt on the edge of the bed, deep in thought. Dao Jing's eyes were tightly closed, his forehead covered in sweat, and an abnormal flush appeared on his face. The whole person seemed to be in extreme pain. Meng Mu, who had rushed over hastily, saw this scene before him.

  He stuffed a small box into Chengfu's arms, panting and pointing at the person on the bed, "What's wrong with him?", without waiting for an answer, he turned his head and glared fiercely at Qin Xiong, "What did you do to him?"

  Qin Xiong loudly cried injustice, "Heaven has eyes, I don't know anything at all!"

  He Jiong stepped forward, patted Meng Mu's shoulder to calm him down, "Don't worry first, isn't Cheng Fu still here? The young master just drove out the ghost and came back, could it be because of this?"

  "Drive... ghosts?" Qin Xiong was stunned, looking at Dao Jing on the bed, his heart greatly shocked. He opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't say a word.

  "It's an old illness relapsing!" Xian Chu immediately opened the door, took out a pill to calm the mind, and forcibly fed it to Dao Jing after dissolving it in warm water.

  But in just a moment, Dao Jing spat it out again, completely unchanged.

  Seeing this scene, Meng Mu's mind buzzed with a loud noise. "Enjoy for a moment, endless trouble", the words of Xū Wú Cháng still echoed in his ears. His face sank, and he clenched his fist to strike his palm, "It's bad!"

  Everyone was anxious like ants on a hot stove, Zhen Fu had never thought that such a thing would happen. Before, Dao Jing had asked him countless times about his master's situation, and he didn't mention the serious injury on his body at all? He felt puzzled in his heart, lowered his head and rummaged through the medicine box with a rustling sound.

  Mengmu couldn't stand still for a moment, pacing back and forth in the room. Suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, "Lu Jian, yes! And Jun you go, quickly find Lu Jian and tell her to lend a red hairband, she'll know what it means!"

  He Jun didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't say much either, and turned around to leave.

  A pair of icy hands suddenly grasped him.

  Cheng Fu's face was shocked, tightly grasping his arm, her voice trembling, "What did you let him go get?"

  "Ah," Meng Mu brushed him off impatiently and said, "Don't ask, it's just something that can save lives."

  Qin Xiong was stunned and didn't know what to do or say. He quietly retreated, brought back a few more lanterns, and fetched a basin of cold water, wringing out a towel for Dao Jing to apply to her forehead.

  The towel was snatched away by Meng Mu, and he could only stand aside with his hands hanging down, waiting for He Jun's news.

  Meng Mu sat on the edge of the bed, let out a long sigh, applied a cold compress to Dao Jing's forehead, and wiped away the cold sweat from his face, neck, and nape.

  "I'm telling you, it's really timely that you're sick. Are you waiting for me to figure out what happened? Do you know what I'm thinking? This is really fate." By the end, his voice was barely audible, and his face was filled with bitter smiles.

  Chen Fu weakly approached, "Meng Mu Gongzi, I'd like to ask you, the thing you let He and Jun go find, is it for Zun Shang?"

  "How did you know?"

  "This won't do, this absolutely won't do!!"

  Looking at Cheng Fu's resolute expression, Meng Mu felt inexplicably annoyed, "What is more important than Dao Jing's life? What can't be done?"

  Such a thing, Cheng Fu had never seen before, this was his luck. The existence of the immortal, for these doctors, is itself an overthrow. Without the need for any medical power, living on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, there are many secrets that the Xian family does not pass on, Cheng Fu asked himself if he could barely catch a glimpse of one or two.

  Nothing is absolutely auspicious or inauspicious, calamity and fortune are intertwined. Xuan Yi Shang Xian is a good example, if Dao Jing were awake, he would not want to do this either.

  Cheng Fu's expression changed from weak to extremely resolute, "I said no and it's not going to happen. If you want the young master to be safe and sound, then don't even think about it!"

  If it weren't for Cheng Fu being the only doctor here, Meng Mu really wanted to kick him out, but he endured his temper and listened to his brief explanation, after which he was also stunned.

  Holding onto Da Jing's scorching hand, Meng Mu felt fear for the first time.

  "You always know everything, this time tell me what to do?"

  Jin Chao Mama 2014/10/6 20:33

  Oh wow, Yun Su is going on stage!