The skeleton lay quietly on the ground, showing no intention of moving again.
Xiaolan thought for a moment and gently put the jade pendant into Skeleton's hand.
Facing the confused expressions of others, the Taoist Master said, "Perhaps because of the change of time, slowly, people in the village no longer believe in the mountain gods. The fire lotus can get less and less nutrients. The appearance of the immortal prophet , which aggravates this..."
Luo Jiutian nodded clearly, "They all believe in the prophet."
"That's right," the Taoist priest agreed, "just like this, the power of the fire lotus is getting weaker and weaker..."
"Is it weak?" Qin Yin climbed up from the ground tremblingly, looking down at the injuries on his body, "Is this considered weak?"
The Taoist priest speculated, "I guess it should have gained some kind of power after that."
"According to this, if everyone in the village was burned to death, wouldn't there be no one to sacrifice to it?" said the fool. "From this point of view, it should be the weakest now."
"Indeed," Xiaolan added, "otherwise it wouldn't have perished with Lian's last bit of spiritual energy."
Everyone's attention shifted to the jade pendant.
Xiaolan calmly recounted what she had just experienced.
After she finished speaking, she sighed, and there were loud and small sighs all around her.
Qin Yin asked softly, "Why does she want to help you?"
Xiaolan dropped her shoulders and looked up at the dilapidated roof of the wooden house.
In fact, I am also very curious.
Is it because she once got power from herself?
However, I still don’t know whether this is true or not.
"I don't know either……"
"Maybe it's because you understand her." The Taoist priest said.
"Do I understand?" Xiaolan half understood. After a while, she raised her right index finger, "But I know where Fire Lotus regained its power. It must be that man!"
Seeing her expression, everyone was confused for a moment, and soon remembered who "that man" was.
"But we have never seen any man with scarred eyes." The fool shook his head slightly, "Does that man really exist?"
"The rats outside the cabin are wearing his cloak."
"It's not so much a cloak..." Luo Jiutian hesitated, "It looks like a piece of black cloth."
The Taoist Master restrained Xiaolan's outburst at the right time and said, "Although I don't know if it is the scar-eyed man, but I tend to believe that there is indeed an external force interfering with things on the Fire Lotus Mountain."
Xiaolan insisted, "That's him, that's him."
"Jiutian, I told you," the Taoist priest said, "the blood...those spells posted in the village must have been taught by outsiders to make them."
"Maybe it's that person," Xiaolan quickly said, "That person has scar eyes, and the features are too obvious. We must investigate after we go down the mountain."
"Okay, of course we will investigate..."
The Taoist priest smiled slightly at Xiaolan and patted her head lovingly.
The topic was over for the time being, and everyone got active and got ready to go down the mountain.
Baomu came close to Xiaolan and sniffed hard.
"Brother Baomu?"
"It's strange," Baomu frowned, "I can't smell it again."
"What do you mean?" Xiaolan took a few steps forward with his help, "Didn't you say I have no smell?"
"No, Xiaolan, I smelled you when you were unconscious."
"Really? Is it the smell of something else?"
"No, I'm sure, it's just your smell," Baomu pointed at Xiaolan's index finger and shook it, "It's gone since you woke up."
Xiaolan tilted her head and thought for a moment, unable to figure it out, so she grinned, "Then what do I smell like?"
"You smell..." Baomu's eyes began to drift away, "It smells like sunshine."
"Sunshine!" Xiaolan was very satisfied with this answer, and her eyes lit up.
"Well, it's like the smell of the outdoors on a nice day."
"Wow……"
"Isn't it said that the smell of sunlight is actually the smell of dead mites?" Luo Jiutian walked up to the two of them and interjected.
Xiaolan's smile suddenly fell.
As expected, Luo Jiutian was the first to deserve a beating.
"But is this matter really resolved? Is Huolian really dead?" Qin Yin moved little by little towards Wen Ling lying on the ground and said, "It always feels like it ended so suddenly. What I mean is... ...Is Fire Lotus completely dead?"
"Should be dead."
Unexpectedly, a fool answered this question.
He stood in the middle of the wooden house with his back to everyone, his voice a little muffled.
"Brother idiot? Are you okay?"
"Ah, I'm fine..." The fool slowly turned around, "Mr. Shen disappeared."
Only then did everyone realize that Mr. Shen had disappeared a long time ago.
"Where did he go?" Qin Yin subconsciously turned around to look for him, "Did he touch the Taoist Priest's blood?"
"I don't think so," the fool shook his head, "He was originally a dead person. Because his body was thrown to the Fire Lotus Mountain, he experienced another period of life after death. Since the power that controlled this place disappeared, he is naturally no longer here. "
Baomu walked up to Fool and patted him on the back, "Brother Fool, don't be sad. Mrs. Shen is so good, she will definitely give birth to a good child."
"Who...who is sad?"
"You look sad right now."
"I'm just feeling sad, what kind of sadness..."
The atmosphere relaxed. Xiaolan followed Qin Yin to Wenling. Wenling still showed no sign of waking up. Xiaolan sighed softly and looked past the coffin and fell on the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest turned his back to them and knelt beside Zhang Boyin.
The Taoist priest's body trembled slightly.
For some reason, Xiaolan also became anxious.
Everything is over, the fire lotus has been broken, why hasn't Zhang Boyin woke up yet?
Is it...not over yet?
"Taoist Priest..."
The Taoist priest's shoulders twitched when he heard the sound. He turned his head slightly and spoke in a low voice.
"Zhang Boyin is dead."
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
They again heard the rustling of the woods outside the cabin, as well as their breathing, their heartbeats...
A figure that will never make a sound of breathing or heartbeat again.
The Taoist priest's hand was still holding Zhang Boyin's wrist, and the moonlight shone on them through the small window. Zhang Boyin's face was calm, and there was even a smile of relief on his face.
Qin Yin opened his mouth wide and stood up slowly, "How... how is it possible..."
"How is that possible?" Luo Jiutian shouted the same sentence and ran over.
His steps were a little weak.
"He is dead," the Taoist priest repeated. "He has no breathing and heartbeat."
Luo Jiutian knelt on the other side of Zhang Boyin and reached out to touch several of his acupuncture points in sequence.
No light, no response.
The Luo family can only treat illnesses and save people, but cannot bring them back to life.
He slumped to the ground in a daze.
It's all over.
