Prophets are immune to illness
In the last chapter, Zhao Zhengwei convened a meeting with relevant personnel to ensure the students' personal safety. The military training was temporarily suspended and the students were required to stay in their dormitories and not move around freely.
"Guide, what exactly do you want us to help with?" Looking at him with a lazy and sloppy appearance, as if the sky could fall and he would just use it as a blanket to cover his face, she couldn't help but want to step on his face and grind her feet into it to vent her anger.
The infirmary was quiet, and the aunt who had been lingering outside had gone to visit the injured students in their dormitories. The nurse pulled open the curtains, and sunlight poured in, illuminating the fine dust motes dancing in its rays.
"I need you to understand the information." He leaned against the balcony with a careless air, turned around and smiled, as if his body merged with the sunlight, exuding an ethereal aura.
It's too outrageous. I'm furious in my heart, but the difference in status is too great, so I can only endure it.
"Are you not going to say anything?" Seeing that I and Zhou Meng had no intention of speaking, the tour guide walked in front of Zhou Meng with a slight smile and said casually, "Not even the descendant of the Dream-Interpreting Family is going to speak?"
Zhou Meng was stunned and looked at him with some incredulity - it seemed that she had underestimated this hobby-twisted tour guide.
Zhou Mengzhui explained the dream to the world's family. This matter, only we know in XinTai City, possibly even K is not clear, but unexpectedly, the tour guide knows clearly.
"Don't look at me like that, Iceberg Sister. Have you forgotten about me so quickly?" The tour guide's face was hurt, blinking a pair of small deer-like black and bright eyes, innocently looking at Zhou Meng.
At this scene, I really want to hold a mop and shout: "You monster, eat my laborious mop!" And then directly hit it in the face.
Zhou Meng had a look of strenuous recollection, after a while, he suddenly looked enlightened.
"Ice cube sister, you've finally remembered your brother?" The tour guide was also very happy, almost excited to the point of rushing over.
"Meng Jie, who is he?" Seeing them together with an unspoken understanding, that curious little cat in her heart began to scratch again.
"I knew Wu Jia's family when I was a kid, and I saw him when I followed my grandfather to visit relatives. He looks the same as he did when he was a kid." Zhou Meng explained while carefully examining Instructor Wu.
Really? "How did it start and I couldn't recognize it?" Ah Jia was shocked.
"Because I've always treated him like a little girl and called him sister." Zhou Meng said calmly.
The disease guide looks very pleased with himself, is it because he was praised as a genius?
"Wu Jia claims to be a fortune teller, able to read minds and predict the future." Zhou Meng added an explanation, then solemnly introduced me, "This is my newly accepted junior sister."
"I already knew that." Wu Bing waved his hand casually, suddenly making me feel like he was a bit arrogant. "Then from now on, just call me Brother Binbin, don't be polite, we're family from now on."
"......" The little cat in my heart vomited, vomited. Ah Jia directly decided that it was fine, even if I beat Ah Jia to death, it's still fine.
"Alright then... be healthy." He suddenly had tears in his eyes, and they sparkled as he spoke with a wronged expression.
So he's a prophet after all? Looks like I won't be able to think freely in front of him from now on, this is too unsettling.
"That's all for the introduction." The tour guide suddenly changed his tone, becoming serious, "You also heard it in the conference room, now everything has reached an uncontrollable state. Although I can divine, eight of the ten divinations are not accurate. And there is no skill, so I need your help."
Upon hearing this, Ah Q suddenly realized that he had transformed from a student into a thug who protected the flowers of his motherland, but was still the kind of thug who only listened to orders and didn't have any real abilities.
"What we know..." Zhou Meng muttered, starting to recall.
Generally speaking, what we two know about is also known by most of the tour guides. I also fell into deep thought.
Later, he briefly mentioned several things that he knew, and it turned out that the instructor was aware of them all along.
"I recently divined several hexagrams. I vaguely feel that this time's ominous energy comes from the northwest corner of the military training base."
The ancient Great Wall is located in the northwest corner, and as soon as the tour guide mentioned it, I suddenly remembered that Zhou Meng had said when he first arrived here that the ancient Great Wall has a very heavy yin energy.
"There's another thing, Meng Jie. I mentioned it to you before, but at the time, because of the abnormality with Tang Jiao Guan, it was directly ignored." I suddenly remembered another small matter.
"You're referring to the rumor about hearing voices inside the ancient Great Wall?"
"Mm." I nodded solemnly. Looking back now, that was when the chaos at the military base started to erupt, and even the instructors were affected.
"What are you talking about?" The tour guide looked at us with a confused expression.
Zhou Meng simply recounted what had happened, and after listening, the tour guide fell into a brief period of contemplation.
"Let's go take a look at the ancient Great Wall at midnight?" suggested Wu Bing, the team leader.
At midnight, when the yang energy is at its weakest and the yin energy is at its strongest, if there really is something unclean that appears, this time would definitely be the most advantageous.
It's already late in the evening, and there are more than six hours until midnight. I and Zhou Meng decided to stay in the infirmary and make some preparations.
Around 6:30, the tour guide fetched dinner for the three of them from the cafeteria. The dinner was quite pathetic, with four big steamed buns, two bowls of rice, and some bean sprouts, cabbage, and pickled vegetables.
Hmph, I originally thought that following the tour guide would mean getting good food, but how come it's even worse than what we normally eat?
"There is only a week's worth of food stored in the cafeteria, now that we can't go out, naturally, food can't be transported in either, so everyone can only eat a little less."
We hastily ate some, and there were two buns left. He enthusiastically insisted that I take them with me, but they couldn't be put in a fresh-keeping bag, so he casually put them into the backpack he had prepared for us, which also contained a bottle of water. It was unexpected that these two leftover buns would save the lives of the three of us.
After dinner, the sick guide took out a black tortoiseshell with several copper coins inside. These things emitted a halo in the dim light, and at first glance, they were treasures. The sick guide sat down at the table, concentrating on reciting something, and then began to divine.
Divination is a very mysterious thing, it's hard to come across a reliable one, I still want to observe it, but Zhou Meng ordered to speed up the breathing exercise, so I had to give up.
The Tianjing Palace has always been carried with me, although it has not been used for a long time, but its connection with me is getting closer and closer. I silently recite the remaining chapters, and a vast bright yellow light bursts out, pouring into my body, giving me an illusion of imperial aura.
Through daily breathing exercises, I've almost gradually controlled these spiritual powers, letting them slowly flow through my meridians, circulating one cycle after another.
This is the protagonist's cheat, cultivating like this, my cultivation progress is about nine times faster than Zhou Meng's, it's a bit embarrassing, Xiao Tai next time open the cheat less, got it?
("Xiao Tai: '...you talk too much.'")
