"It's a long story," Huang Zhi sighed, "Master, actually... my disciple has always been by your side, although you may not have felt it..."
"Always by my side?" Lao Luo looked surprised, "Why...I never noticed?"
Huang Zhi nodded and said, "At first, I used my little remaining spiritual energy to enter the eldest sister's dream, but entering the dream consumed too much spiritual energy. In the end, I only had this trace of spiritual energy left. You...you You are a ghost, an existence that spans life and death. After you appeared, I found that as long as I am around you, my spiritual energy that may dissipate at any time can be stabilized, so I have been following you, hoping to be in my own life. After your spiritual energy is restored, you can have the opportunity to appear and be reincarnated..."
As Huang Zhi spoke, his eyes slowly became lonely. He lowered his head and his tone of voice became increasingly lonely.
"So now...you have recovered your spiritual power?" Lao Luo asked tentatively.
Huang Zhi's lips trembled. He hesitated for a few seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"That's too late……"
Lao Luo's face suddenly turned pale, "Then... wouldn't it be..."
"Master, don't be sad," Huang Zhi raised his head and looked at Lao Luo with gratitude, "Master, I am very satisfied to be able to see you for the last time and to be able to help you..."
"But……"
"Master, we don't have much time," Zhuge Shou interrupted Lao Luo, "You must keep your banners, you must..."
"Xiao Shou..." Lao Luo got a sad signal from the two people's determined eyes. He looked back and forth at the two of them and said reluctantly, "Are you leaving?"
Huang Zhi and Zhuge Shou nodded at the same time.
Lao Luo stopped talking and slowly let go of their hands. He looked much older.
The three of them just stared at each other, and the surroundings were silent for a while.
After a long time, Lao Luo's hoarse voice reached their ears.
"I...do I still have a chance to see you?"
"Master..."
The eyes of the two were slightly red. After a while, they made two plops and knelt directly in front of Lao Luo.
"Master, once a teacher, always a father. To me, you have long been equivalent to my father," Huang Zhi said in a sonorous tone, but his figure became more and more transparent, "No matter whether we meet again in the future, One day, as long as my soul is still alive, I will never forget you..."
"Master, if it weren't for you, the two of us might still be just two gangsters who grew up in an orphanage. It's really a blessing for us to be here today," Zhuge Shouye said with tears, "Master, farewell today." , I hope that in the future, you and Junior Brother Jiutian, as well as every fellow disciple of Baliangshui, will be healthy and smooth, without worries..."
Lao Luo's words were choked in his throat, and he could only reach out to help the two of them, but found that he could no longer touch their bodies.
Huang Zhi and Zhuge Shou's spiritual powers are disappearing.
The last tearful look that Lao Luo saw was the last time the two of them knelt down to him.
He seemed to see the two children stepping into the door of the Mystery Bureau for the first time, kneeling in front of him and calling him master for the first time.
Lao Luo closed his eyes.
In the past, he couldn't accept the early demise of his young life.
But now, no matter how hard it is to accept, we have to try to accept it.
***
Fools have no secrets.
Looking at the painful Wen Ling in front of him, the fool's heart was very complicated.
On the one hand, he felt sorry for the pain of his companions, but on the other hand, he felt that asking the spirit sounded strange.
"I...of course I don't have any secrets. Why do I have secrets with you?" The fool opened his clear eyes and looked at a few people, "No...don't you all have secrets?"
Wen Ling and Bao Mu closed their mouths in unison.
"You guys talk," the fool crossed his arms, "Are you hiding something from me?"
"Idiot, don't worry about those details yet," Wen Ling said stutteringly, "Since you won't be attacked by those eyes, can you... try to observe those eyes?"
Fools are really easy to fool. As soon as Wen Ling said this, his attention immediately shifted to those eyes.
"Then let me go and observe," the fool said, resolutely approaching those eyes, "Can this thing be touched?"
"You... don't touch it first." Wen Ling covered her eyes and gave herself some breathing space. "Take a look first."
The red pupils moved wildly along with the fool's movements, as if he was confused as to why the person in front of him didn't feel any pain.
"They are red," the fool observed, using his poor language skills to describe, "and they look a little disgusting."
Wen Ling felt stung. After all, it was the illusion of their Sanyan's divine eyes, but considering that the fool was a fool, Wen Ling decided not to pursue it for the time being.
"Can you see what's inside the eyes?" Wen Ling calmed down and asked.
"Speaking of which...those eyes are indeed translucent," the fool said, "there seems to be something really inside..."
"What is it?"
"I can't see clearly," the fool said sincerely, "I can only see something moving."
"Can you see the rotating pupils?" Wen Ling continued to ask.
"That's okay," Baomu said. "The pupils are also red, but the color is darker than other parts."
"Do you...do your mobile phones still have power?" Wen Ling suddenly changed the subject.
"Ah? Cell phone?" the fool said, quickly reaching for his pocket, "Let me see... there seems to be a little bit left, and... three percent, is it enough?"
"That's enough. You turn on the flashlight and use the light source to shine on those pupils," Wen Ling commanded, "Then look at the reaction of those pupils."
"Oh, alright……"
The fool obeyed and started operating. Within a few seconds, a beam of light pierced the surrounding blood-red mist. The fool himself narrowed his eyes due to the sudden light.
Those pupils are no exception.
The crimson pupils suddenly narrowed and turned around, seeming to avoid the light.
"The pupils shrank and then turned away," the fool described truthfully, "as if he was afraid of light."
"They are just afraid of light," Wen Ling's brows finally widened, "Yes, it seems that these pupils have also inherited the weakness of the San Yan Divine Eye."
"Is the Divine Eye afraid of light?" the fool asked.
"Actually, not only the divine eyes, but all eyes are afraid of light," Wen Ling said, "Well, in this way, we have a way to break the situation."
"Use it all?"
"That's right," Wen Ling said firmly, "just use light, light that is so strong that it can blind all these eyes."
