"Let me check it out first." Luo Binhan said, "Where have you been during this time?"
"A spiritual place in the mountains." Jing Huang said.
"What are you doing there?"
"Retreat."
"Then what are these you brought?"
Jing Huang became a little impatient: "I told you that I picked it. Then everyone on the boat will eat one, keep another one for collection, and sell the rest."
"Fuck," Luo Binhan said, "you've disappeared for so long and you're doing this? They're going through the end of the world, and you're going to pick their fruits? Are you serious, young master?"
He wanted to continue to condemn, so he ran to Jing Huang on Zhouba and stretched out his arms: "A hug."
"Don't hug him." Luo Binhan warned, "You Jingjing take advantage of others, you are a bad guy, don't hug him."
Jing Huang glanced at him with disdain, then suddenly frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
He stared at Luo Binhan's right hand. The burn mark still hasn't disappeared, so Luo Binhan found a bandage and wrapped it around it to reduce the pain of the touch. He explained the process in a few words, and then said: "This thing is annoying as hell, and it won't heal on its own. Master, do you have any ideas?"
"No." Jing Huang said, "I don't know him."
His answer simply refreshed Luo Binhan's view of this curse. It's really rare to find something that can prevent Jing Huang from using his moves. It would be even better if it could be used to burn someone else next time.
Jing Huang urged him to collect the golden fruits on the ground. Luo Binhan reluctantly picked up the fruit, complaining that Jing Huang was like an eight-year-old child throwing away toys. Jing Huang actually didn't say a word and just waited beside him.
This kind of honesty made Luo Binhan extremely uncomfortable. He raised his head and stared at Jing Huang for a few seconds, waiting for the other party to do something traditional. In the end, Jing Huang smiled flatly at him.
Luo Binhan was almost frightened to death by this scene. He jumped back three feet and asked sternly: "What's the name of your mother on the boat?"
"Are you going to die?" Jing Huang said, "I taught you to memorize so much content, why the hell are you asking me this?"
He walked towards the ship, Luo Binhan followed closely behind him, piled the ten fruits in the bridge room, and then prepared to continue to identify the authenticity of the target. At this time, ∈ jumped out of the air, first expressed his deep respect to the returning captain, and then announced that Marin was out of danger.
"Quit drinking, quit smoking, and quit spicy food, do you understand?" ∈ hung up his stethoscope and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Of course you can also get a new stomach and bladder, and then continue drinking until you explode. Who wants to try it? Really? I want to try it! I haven’t helped anyone assemble a bladder yet!”
Jing Huang rarely drove him away, but asked what was going on. When he learned about Marin's condition, he walked toward the consulting room without saying a word.
Luo Binhan followed up calmly and whispered to ∈: "Check this person's body."
"Why? He looks quite healthy, his bladder is fine."
"I suspect that he turned into an insect." Luo Binhan said almost confidently.
∈ He didn't listen to his warning and allowed Jing Huang to come to Marin's bed. The singer, who drank until he vomited blood, was obviously much better now and was flicking his fingers in the air listlessly.
"Oh," he looked at the visitor in surprise, "are you back?"
"What did you do?" Jing Huang said.
"Occasionally, I feel a little over-emotional." Marin shrugged and said, "I think it will be the end of the world in a few days. Of course, it's not our end, but that's kind of sad, isn't it? Ah, it's always like this, a trap It’s easy for this to happen.”
As if he was embarrassed by his behavior, Marin began to ramble. Most of the words he mentioned were unfamiliar to Luo Binhan, and only a few seemed familiar.
He mentioned the "Preaching Heavenly Officials" and laughed at them for dressing up like sycophant actors and talking about the universe in traps, but their ultimate goal was just to wait for the humanoid energy stones that were carefully selected and filled with ether to cross the stars on their own initiative. level, "ascend" into his own factory. Then he ridiculed the "fruit-giving demon", first scolding them for the entertainment drama they filmed with trap tapes, and then criticized their so-called "zero intervention documentary".
"The Saint Fusion Crystal Envoy has studied their films." He said without laughing. "They used primitive animals to perform brain cell catalytic surgery to create some gimmick civilization forms, and then they added some viruses and manipulated genes. Editing and hybridization, and then adding some explosions and war scenes. Then they claimed that it was a 'trap zone natural environment documentary under zero intervention conditions'. The film sold very well, if the fraud scandal hadn't been exposed in the end, and they faced sky-high compensation , this business can definitely be bigger.”
He said too many words in one breath, which made his already hoarse throat worse. Luo Binhan listened cooperatively, secretly surprised that Ma Lin remembered so many things that were neither poetic nor pleasant. In those words, he seemed to see another Marin he had never known before.
Also unfamiliar to him was Jing Huang. When Marin chattered like a drunkard, Jing Huang didn't say a word, just stood by the wall and listened calmly. Luo Binhan secretly glanced at the other party's expression from time to time, always wanting to find a few mud leaves to burn.
He was always watching for suspicious elements and called Marin a glass of water. That was a habit he developed when he visited Zhou Yu several times. As a result, Ma Lin jumped up from the bed vigorously. Except for his throat being a little hoarse, he was not weak at all.
"Let's go." Marin said in a normal tone, his state was completely different from before.
Luo Binhan asked blankly: "Where are you going?"
"Of course we are leaving here." Marin said, "Now that we are all here, why don't we leave? Do we have to wait until the last moment, watch all our wild friends die, and then run away in a hurry? We The farewell drink has been finished, now it’s time to go our separate ways!”
He was so unashamed that Luo Binhan couldn't react at all. At this time, Jing Huang walked slowly over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching them.
"Are you going to keep running like this?" Jing Huang said.
His tone was not sarcastic, it was as calm as stating a fact. Luo Binhan subconsciously calculated that this might be the second conversation between Jing Huang and Marin in their lives.
Marin also looked a little surprised, but he didn't look very scared. Facing someone who could absolutely control his life and death, he just rubbed his cheeks a little self-deprecatingly.
"I guess that's what happened," he concluded. "I kept running until I couldn't. Not today, not tomorrow, but it would come sooner or later."
"You can find a safe place to live." Jing Huang said.
"Where's the safest place? Central City? People there can't kill me with a finger. Their boredom alone can kill me. Frontier? Look at those people sleeping in the Chrysalis of Frost. They're like this He was killed inexplicably! By the way, the insect swarm there is also a hatchling?"
"You don't have to worry about that."
"That's not bad." Marin agreed, "After all, I am not a god who is angry from morning to night."
The consulting room suddenly became quiet. Luo Binhan saw ∈ conjuring a volume bar from the air, pulling it directly to the mute position, and then applauded wantonly behind Jing Huang.
Jing Huang was still sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Luo Binhan mentally simulated ten ways for him to respond that involved or did not involve immediate family members, but Jing Huang didn't use any of them.
"Since you hate those in power so much," Jing Huang said, "What kind of world do you want? If you were put in that position, what would you do?"
Marin blew a breath out of his mouth and coughed as if he couldn't hold back his laughter.
"No, no, I don't hate big men," he said. "I just don't want to deal with them and their great plans. If I were to put myself in their position, I would be using an embroidery needle as a sword." Damn, it's a joke with my own life. Why would I want to replace them? Just because they accidentally blew up a pond or didn't even think about saving some weeds on the roadside? I guess that has nothing to do with power. Relationships, that’s just the essence of life.”
Jing Huang raised his head and looked at him: "Essence?"
"The essence is that we are dying." Marin said with his eyes closed. "When you get something, you will lose it sooner or later. When you get it, it is always the latest and the best, and then everything starts to go downhill. If this is fate , then what is more valuable than life? Birth, that is the best thing we get, and then we will begin to decline, getting worse day by day. Time does not care who you are, a big shot, a weed, or a person A monkey in a tree. Everyone is running away, and no one is guilty, no one is responsible, because we are all going to die in the end. You just have to accept it and keep running."
"That's what you think." Jing Huang said. His tone was neither affirmative nor negative, just a clear whisper into the air.
Marin sat down on the ground tiredly. The Silence should be absolutely safe, but he looked even more anxious than he did in the SARS warehouse.
Jing Huang looked forward, moving past Marin to an unknown void.
"If this is true..."
He confided into the empty space, and Marin's heavy breathing filled the room, covering up his voice.
Luo Binhan kept staring at him, trying to catch his tiny words. He watched Jing Huang stand up and walk out as if sleepwalking, until he walked into the March night.
Jing Huang stood still in the grass, the star of blood and fire shining above his head. The scene was so ominous that Luo Binhan immediately walked over quickly.
"Hey, Master." He ran to Jing Huang and said, "Why are you staring at the sky? Are you still trying to make up for your lessons at this juncture?"
Jing Huang turned his head and looked at him quietly and distractedly.
"If it is born, it is already alive.
Luo Binhan was stunned for a moment.
The wind lingering in the wilderness howled, rising straight into the sky in an instant. In the sad and sad cry of leaving a flute, Jing Huang seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream.
"I gotta go."
He said it with a very normal smile, like the boy next door saying hello. Then he lifted his feet and stepped into the invisible wind.
Luo Binhan grabbed his sleeve: "Where the hell are you running at this time?"
Jing Huang turned around and looked across Luo Binhan, looking at a void that didn't exist.
"I went to the mountains before," he said, "The mountain spirits have responded to me. The fruits condensed by the energy veins can be regarded as rewards."
"Did I fucking ask you this?" Luo Binhan said, "What do you want to do?"
"This is a test."
"Test your mother?"
"That person put the signal device there." Jing Huang said, "The blue keel you see is the question he asked."
Those words caused a certain fact to crash into Luo Binhan's mind, making Luo Binhan feel breathless. But none of that mattered now.
"When will you come back next time?" he asked.
Jing Huang didn't answer, with a look of relief on his face. His sleeves were like talc, falling gently from Luo Binhan's fingers. Then the young man flew away on the wind and fell into the depths of the abyss.
