Chenxing did not leave alone, she stayed here, in this small county town.
Today is the fourth day that Ling Huan has been ill, and her fever has not completely subsided. When she is in good spirits, she can talk to other people quite normally, but her face is not very good and her tone is a little weak. When she was in a bad mood, she could only lie in bed, her face burning red, and she couldn't drink any water, let alone eating. Repeatedly like this, Ling Huan lost weight visibly, and her sister became worried.
What to do? No one knows. But Yin Huan knew in his heart that the longer it took, the more impatient Chenxing became. Although she didn't show it, Yin Huan knew that she could give up on them at any time and go to track down the half-demon named Long Miao - this was what Shui Wujun told them. Long Miao didn't know whether he was still at the result of the divination, or whether Chen Xing had calculated it again. She didn't leave. On the one hand, maybe Long Miao didn't leave either. On the other hand, she might still be worried that Ling Huan's illness was related to the plague spread by the Shadow Pavilion.
Although the composition of the latter is difficult to determine. Does she have the world in mind, or is there some other reason? Yin Quan can't always see through it.
When Ling Huan was awake, she wrote to her about her meeting with Chen Xing and Shui Wujun. Of course, I didn't say everything, I just picked and wrote what Yin Huan felt he could say. From Ling Huan's point of view, it is nothing more than meeting an old friend - of course, this is also worthy of emotion. Ling Huan regretted that he could not go with him, and asked his sister if she had expressed her gratitude to Shui Wujun. There was only relief in Yin Huan's words, nothing else.
Regarding Xie Zhe and the others... Yin Huan felt that now was not the time.
The turning point came on the sixth day.
When Ling Huan woke up that day, she felt refreshed and energetic, as if she had never been sick at all. The torture she had suffered in the past few days no longer existed. She was jumping around and could run around when she got out of bed. Yin Huan was holding the prepared medicine as usual, and was surprised to see her in such high spirits. They immediately informed Chenxing and Shezishu of the good news.
The performance of these two people... was "very interesting". She Zishu seemed to be really happy for them, holding his hands upright in front of him and applauding briskly. But for some reason, Yin Huan always felt that her celebration was not sincere, but a performance. Of course, it's not that she has any malicious intentions, but that Yin Huan feels that She Zishu just thinks that this is what she should do in such a situation. Chenxing's reaction was more in line with Shezishu's status as an amnesiac - no reaction at all.
Could it be said that they should expect Chenxing to be happy? Maybe this is worth looking forward to. After all, she could finally stop focusing here and focus on tracking down the half-demon. However, according to her always cautious character, it is still possible that she has doubts in her heart.
Soon, she expressed her doubts.
"How did you recover so quickly?"
This didn't really sound like a nice thing to say. Instead, it sounded like he was hoping that she would continue to be ill. However, this is how Chenxing spoke, and they could all understand her and what she really meant.
"It should be Miss Yin's constant care day and night that finally allowed her to recover, right?" She Zishu said.
"really?"
Chen Xing came to Ling Huan, who was a little nervous for some reason. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Ling Huan's wrist, and everyone else was a little surprised. But then, she pressed her slender fingers on the side of Ling Huan's right wrist, probably feeling her pulse.
"..." Chenxing frowned, "I've really recovered."
Could it be that the people in the Death Shadow Pavilion noticed it and stopped the activities behind it? The most suspicious person here is naturally She Zishu, an outsider with unknown origins. She cast her sharp eyes on her, but Zishu felt baffled. No, you shouldn't think so. Maybe it's just a common cold and fever, and you'll get over it in a few days. After all, Yin Huan took care of her so seriously, recovery was not impossible.
"Anyway, since everything is fine, let's set off now!" Ling Huan seemed more anxious than anyone else, "I'm really sorry for taking so long..."
"I don't blame you." She Zishu said with relief.
Chenxing didn't say anything and just went to pack her bags silently. She was still as incomprehensible as ever. After thinking about it, Yin Huan motioned to the other two people to pack it up first, and she decided to confirm. Yin Huan followed and stood behind the busy Chenxing. But she couldn't speak after all, so she just looked at it like this. She thought that if there was anything important, Chenxing would tell her directly.
Chenxing doesn't have much stuff, so I can finish it in just three strokes, five divided by two. She turned around and knew that Yin Huan had already come in. The two stared at each other for a long time, and Chenxing finally spoke.
"You can't take it lightly, you know that."
Yin Hu nodded.
"I did a divination and found that the half-demon... didn't move at all."
Yin Huan frowned slightly. Although this is a good thing, why does he stay in the same place for a long time? What happened to that place, or is there something wrong with the half-demon personally? Either way, it's a bit worrying. She pursed her lips tightly, thinking to herself that no matter what happened, she would take care of her sister. They can no longer be separated.
"By the way, where is the medicinal powder?" Chenxing asked her, "That small packet. Do you still have it with you?"
Yin Huan patted the side of his clothes and his face became very unhappy. She showed an anxious look, tugged on her clothes, and turned her head to look in the direction of the backyard of the inn. She changed her clothes once in the past few days. I'm afraid... put the medicine powder in that clothes and washed it, right? Seeing this posture, Chenxing sighed helplessly and did not blame anything. Perhaps this was what she expected. Yin Huan only wanted to take care of his sister, not to mention that the powder was such a small package that it was normal for it to be ignored.
Probably... Although it is obviously a very important thing, it is somewhat of a pity to just throw it away.
They set out on their journey again. It is already very close to Long Miao's position, not to mention Chenxing said that he has not moved his position. Although this sounds a bit doubtful about the accuracy of the results, since it is Chenxing, there should be no problem. Even when she handed the feather to She Zishu, she came to the same conclusion. Chenxing was willing to hand it over to her, probably because he was sure that the half-demon would not run away again for a while. When they met Shui Wujun, they naturally mentioned this matter. Shui Wujun hesitated to speak, but after weighing it, he decided to let them see it by themselves. The most certain news she could give was that Long Miao was there and probably couldn't get away.
Chenxing presupposes all people's words as "unreliable", and she believes in herself even more. When her own conclusions coincide with those of others, those words can strengthen the results. No matter what, they set off, not more than two days away from their destination. However, it may take some time to find someone somewhere. The tone of Chenxing's instructions was too serious, almost like a warning. She said that if Ling Huan felt anything unusual about herself on the road, she should tell him immediately. Ling Hu expressed his understanding and naturally agreed. Yin Huan thought to himself that it would be better not to let anything happen again.
Along the way, Ling Hu indeed no longer felt any discomfort. So, after careful consideration, Yin Huan decided to tell her about Xie Zhe and the others and Nanguo. Riding on the rented horse, she rummaged through her bag for paper and pen. This action was caught by Chen Xing.
"We learned something from Mizunashi-kun—perhaps, it has something to do with your former companions."
The two of them were stunned at the same time. They rode the same horse and sat one behind the other. Yin Huan in front turned around, looked at his sister, and found that Ling Huan was also looking at him blankly. They were all a little surprised. Ling Hu's accident was natural, but for Yin Hu... Chen Xing was so sharp that it felt a little scary.
"It is said that there is a young master who is the only ordinary person. There are also two fox demons, one male and one female, who are brother and sister. A visitor who does not belong to this continent, and - the Lord of Hundred Skeletons. In addition, there is The two Impermanences of the Six Paths are Lord Kanna and Lord Shuangyue respectively."
What a familiar description! Ling Huan grabbed her sister's hand harder. Yin Hu soon realized that they must be right. Her sister then opened her mouth, her tone trembling:
"I, I know! Is that person's surname Xie? There are two fox demons? I know one of them, but the other one...could it be his friend, or - his sister? Have they met? ? What a surprise. And... Shigetsuki-kun! She is also there. Why is Kanna-kun also there? There is also a strange 'visitor' that I may not recognize. Why do they appear in the South Country? There ...What exactly happened?”
Chenxing almost completely anticipated her reaction, and Yinlan also guessed it. She Zishu, who was riding a horse alone, got closer and wanted to hear what happened. So Chenxing briefly told Yin Huan about Wuyong's conspiracy, the determination of the new evil envoy, and several events regarding the resurrection of the python god. What she knew was relatively limited, and it contained her own meticulous reasoning, which tied together the originally fragmented information about Shui Wujun. Ling Huan's face was sometimes worried and sometimes moved, as if he had experienced Chen Xing's story with Xie Zhe and the others.
To be honest, what Chenxing said was really boring, and compared to the original story, it was even boring. However, she was just sorting out the incident, so there was no need for too many embellishments. Yin Huan kept turning his head to stare at her, feeling that when she listened to those words, her eyes would emit a unique light. It seemed that she really cared about those people, especially...that ordinary human being. Of course, he is indeed worthy of attention. Regardless of the fact that he can play alongside those special people, he has proven that he is special. Yin Huan's heart was itching. She also wanted to see the scenes her sister wanted to see and see, and meet the people she knew and were worth knowing.
Ling Huan even complained to them that she should have told her earlier, so that her illness might be cured faster.
Only She Zishu listened, his face expressionless. She was too quiet, probably lost in her own thoughts. After a long time, she said this:
"Those puppets thrown into the swamp...sounds a bit pitiful."
Chenxing seemed to roll his eyes.
"It's just a dead thing, driven by magic. You don't think about the magic circle, but you are here to sympathize with the dummy."
"Does this count as sympathy? I just feel it's a pity." She Zishu shook his head, "It would be too miserable to be broken into pieces like this. Maybe they could have more uses."
"Maybe they're just defective products, right?" Ling Huan guessed.
"Who knows..."
She Zishu looked up at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
"But...that person actually has so many substitutes."
