Fang Zilan was sitting on the edge of the steps in a daze. She vaguely heard someone calling her name, but she didn't respond. It wasn't until the patter of rain began to fall that she squinted her eyes and took a look at the umbrella-holder standing in front of her. people.
"Miss Third." Xiao Xuan'er called softly, making Fang Zilan almost think she heard wrong. She frowned slightly, "You..."
Xiao Xuan'er stretched out her hand to help Fang Zilan up from the ground, "Miss Third, Vigil is not such a law-abiding person."
"Why are you here?" Fang Zilan looked around and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you see King Yucheng and Lord Zhuge?"
"I asked someone to send those two back to the post house." Xiao Xuan'er shook her head helplessly, "Third Miss, you are so drunk, how can you still worry about others?"
"I'm not drunk." Fang Zilan curled her lips, and Xiao Xuan'er asked noncommittally: "Do you still remember how many bottles of wine you drank?"
Fang Zilan shook her head honestly. Xiao Xuan'er stretched out three thin white fingers, but she felt everything in front of her was shaking violently. She asked tentatively: "Is this...one pot? Two pots, or three pots?"
"You are really..." Xiao Xuan'er didn't say any more, turned to Zhen Mi'er who was not far away and said, "Miss, it seems we came at the wrong time."
Zhen Mier sighed, "It seems like it's just the right time."
"Miss!" Xiao Xuan'er suddenly changed her expression, "Have you made up your mind that you must see the high priest?"
"If there is any other way, I will not take this step." Zhen Mi'er said, pulling up the hood of the cloak and covering most of her face, "If Lan'er is still awake, she will definitely disagree. You might as well take advantage of it now. , I’ll take a trip to Yin Yang Pavilion.”
Xiao Xuan'er opened her mouth but hesitated, only to hear Zhen Mi'er say: "You take good care of Lan'er, I'll come back as soon as I can."
Her figure flashed, like a glass of water poured out on a rainy day, and disappeared on the watery ground in a blink of an eye, without sound or breath.
"Sister Mi'er, what are you going to do?" The moment Xiao Xuan'er heard Fang Zilan's voice, she was startled. The umbrella in her hand shook, and the rain soaked her clothes.
"Miss..." Xiao Xuan'er bit her lip gently, "She is looking for an answer."
"What's the answer?" Fang Zilan's consciousness was shallow, but she still forced herself to ask.
Xiao Xuan'er raised the umbrella over her head again, wrapping herself and Fang Zilan in it, "Miss Third, there are some things that are better not to know than to know."
Fang Zilan shook his head, unable to stay awake. There was a vague thread in her mind that could have connected all the clues, but at this moment, it suddenly broke.
Xiao Xuan'er stretched out her hand to support the sleeping Fang Zilan, her expression gloomy and unclear.
*
In the Yin Yang Pavilion, the high priest who closed his eyes to meditate slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound behind him.
"Zhen Mi'er of Qianjinfang, I'm here to pay a visit to the high priest of Miluo." Zhen Mi'er's clear and calm voice seemed even colder on the rainy night.
The high priest stood up and turned to look at Zhen Mier, "Miss Zhen, I have been waiting for a long time."
There was no expression on Zhen Mier's face, "The high priest has a clever plan, otherwise my journey to this place would not have been so smooth."
The high priest didn't comment, so Zhen Mier continued, "In that case, the high priest might as well make some further calculations, why am I here?"
"Even if I don't deduce, I can guess the purpose of Qianjinfang's visit." The high priest raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Since the owner is here, please feel free to welcome him. Can you sit down and have a cup of tea?"
Zhen Mier unceremoniously sat opposite the high priest and said quietly: "I am not the master of Qianjinfang, she is."
Although they didn't say it explicitly, both of them knew it. This "she" is the reason for coming.
"So, Miss Zhen." The high priest poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Zhen Mi'er, "What do you want from your late night visit for her?"
"The poison on her body." Zhen Mi'er got straight to the point and said directly: "Qianjinfang has found out a lot of information over the years, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. I came here tonight just to ask the high priest if he can tell the truth. untie?"
The high priest's hand holding the teapot paused for a moment, but her voice said without any hesitation, "No."
"I just wanted to seek confirmation, but I never thought that the high priest would not even tell the truth." Zhen Mier snorted coldly, and the high priest was slightly stunned, "What truth?"
"The poison on her body is divided into primary and secondary. This is the way of yin and yang." Zhen Mi'er picked up the tea cup and shook it casually, "Yi Zhenmu, this is the art of the witch clan."
She said and put the tea back intact, "Now that the deputy Gu is dead, she has suffered backlash. Without the help of the high priest, it will be difficult to survive."
Hearing this, the high priest nodded slightly and motioned for Zhen Mi'er to continue speaking, but she heard her say: "However, if the mother Gu dies, the child Gu on her body will lose its effectiveness. From then on, she will no longer be tortured by it and can be herself." Ordinary people.”
"What Miss Zhen said is good." A flash of admiration flashed in the high priest's eyes, "But it's not entirely correct."
She took a sip of tea and said, "Miss Zhen, have you ever thought about why the voodoo on her body is both a main voodoo and a sub-vood?"
Zhen Mier was silent, and the high priest thought to himself: "To put it bluntly, it is to balance the two and merge them into one. The so-called backlash is just that one of them has the upper hand, and if the balance is broken, it will damage her. Body."
"High Priest, you don't have to talk in circles with me." Zhen Mi'er looked cold, and the High Priest smiled lightly, "Miss Zhen, I just want to explain the pros and cons to you, so that you can judge whether it is feasible."
She put the tea cup back on the table and sighed softly, "Death of the mother Gu is certainly a solution, but she can't survive."
A flash of suspicion flashed in Zhen Mier's eyes, "What does the high priest mean by this?"
"This was originally a dead end." The high priest seemed not to have heard Zhen Mier's question and said to himself: "It is not easy for her to survive to this day."
"Isn't it easy?" Zhen Mier caught this word keenly, and felt a subtle sense of dissonance in her heart.
"If it weren't for the constant care of doctors who understand poisonous poisons and the blessing of the Yin Yang family's spells, how could Miss Zhen have survived to this day?" The high priest said with a cold look on his face, "Is it just luck?"
Zhen Mier's expression froze. The former mentioned by the high priest was what Wen Ya and Awan had done. The latter...
"I heard that Qianjinfang knew everything, but couldn't find the missing persons handled by the Feiling Mountain bandits, right?" The high priest asked almost abruptly, and Zhen Mier subconsciously said: "Those missing people, Is it related to the high priest?”
The high priest said meaningfully: "It is not only related to me, but also to her. To be precise, it is related to the poison on her body."
