"Master, everything I said is true!"
"There was fog out of thin air in the good inn. That woman, no! That goddess, she appeared in the fog... She stood in mid-air, looking down at me, as if she were looking at an ant. Her aura It’s really shockingly tight!”
In the Liuli Palace, Chen Jing was telling Master Xuanji about the various shocks he suffered in the inn.
In the past, when he participated in the pilgrimage held by Xuanji, the gods he saw were all peaceful and loving. Never had he encountered such a scary scene. In that short moment of worship, he almost thought that he had been directly sent down. The underworld is over.
"There is fog in the room, standing out of thin air. Sima Qing, do you think there is no martial arts in this world that can achieve this level?"
"As far as I know, even the best light kung fu in the world cannot allow a person to stand in the air for such a long time... let alone control the fog."
Sima Qing answered Master Xuanji's doubts loudly, his eyes astonishingly bright.
The more frightened Chen Jing was, the more convinced he became that Chu Qi was a real ghost.
"That's right. That night, I saw with my own eyes that she could control the golden light spell... By the way, Mr. Chen, just now you said that the goddess said that I must personally invite her. What's going on?"
Hearing this, Chen Jing shivered again.
"...Mage, this...you really can't blame me. The goddess said that I am not qualified...not worthy to kneel to her, let alone invite her."
When he talked about this, Chen Jing couldn't help but recall the pain of being hit in the face by three bloody heads in the inn.
When he thought of the wet and sticky feeling, his expression became even more bitter.
"Oh? This is interesting. You are the prefect of a state and a third-rank official of the imperial court. Isn't this not enough qualifications?"
Upon hearing Master Xuanji's question, Chen Jing couldn't help but recall the woman's cold eyes and those emotionless words.
"The dynasty on earth has nothing to do with me."
His words were like thunder, causing him to break into sticky cold sweat.
However, when Chen Jing repeated this sentence to Master Xuanji, he unexpectedly received a cheer from him.
"Well said! How can a human dynasty interfere with a person among gods and immortals? This is an extraordinary gesture! Come quickly! I want to take a bath and burn incense and go to the gods myself!"
Master Xuanji left happily, leaving Chen Jing alone in the huge palace, distressed. Although he was happy to meet the god, looking at the woman's aura, he was afraid that what they would welcome back would be a murderous god.
"Hey...Blessed by Mirror Heart Bodhisattva, Master Xuanji has great magical power and will surely be able to subdue gods and demons."
At the same time, Zhan Zhao avoided the eyes and ears that Chen Jing left behind to monitor him before leaving, and finally found Chu Qi.
At that time, she was sitting on a big tree in the backyard of the inn, where the branches and leaves were dense and could block the sunlight well.
When Zhan Zhao turned over, Chu Qi was feeding Xiao Hei who flew back from nowhere. While feeding, he was looking at a flower that it carried back.
The opening of this flower is quite large, like a bowl. The anthers are long and round. The petals have four petals, which are as thin as a fan and are purple in color. The tops of the petals are jagged and uneven, as if they have been torn apart.
Zhan Zhao sat down next to her, his eyes swept over the flower, and then moved to Xiao Hei. He asked softly:
"Xiao Hei is back. Is it Mr. Bao or Mr. Gongsun?"
Chu Qi handed him a slender and narrow piece of bamboo, which was stuffed into a flower stem and brought back by Xiao Hei.
"It's the news Mr. Gongsun asked Xiao Hei to bring back."
Zhan Zhao took the piece of bamboo and looked at it carefully. The words on it seemed to have been carved on by a hard object. The writing was of different shades and looked quite rough.
There are still some blood stains in some places. It seems that the owner of the calligraphy casually wiped the blood stains, making the blood stains wider.
The bamboo piece was too small, and Gongsun Ce couldn't carve more words in order to successfully convey the message. Therefore, there were only three words on it - suburbs, poison.
"It seems that Mr. Gongsun is locked up in a place with very tight surveillance. He doesn't even have time to touch paper and pen..."
"Moreover, the opportunity to act must be very limited, which is why he was in such a hurry that he didn't even bother to wipe away the blood dripping. But, what exactly did Mr. Gongsun mean when he wrote? Suburbs of the city... I guess he wanted to say that he The place of imprisonment is outside the city, but what is this 'poison'...?"
While Zhan Zhaowu was thinking about it, Chu Qi stared at the familiar flower in his hand. Suddenly, an idea flashed and he finally remembered where he had seen it.
——Ban, drugs, propaganda, propaganda!
Finally, he successfully matched the charming and charming poppies he had seen in the promotional video with the innocent-looking little flower in his hand. Chu Qi subconsciously wanted to throw the flower away, but fortunately his mind was quick and he managed to force it out. Stopped this action of destroying the character.
For a moment, everything she had experienced during the previous pilgrimage came to her mind.
What they saw, and what they ignored, all made sense.
Why are they affected by hallucinations, why are the warriors of Gui Sha Ling so crazy when attacking without any rules, and why are they so completely affected by the effects of ghost faces...
Because, the person who just got high has a will to shit!
If they didn't scare them to death on the spot, it would be considered that their psychological quality is strong enough!
After clarifying all this, Chu Qi's eyes straightened and he murmured: "Mr. Zhan, I know what Mr. Gongsun means by poison."
"Um?"
"Do you still remember that we smelled a strange fragrance after we followed Chen Jing and his wife into the small ruined temple?"
Hearing this, Zhan Zhao recalled it carefully, and sure enough, he remembered the incident. At that time, he said that the temple was dilapidated and there were abnormalities in the incense offerings.
"The girl is saying that the incense is poisonous and can make people hallucinate?"
Chu Qi nodded, handed the poppy in his hand to Zhan Zhao, turned it around between his fingers, and said, "I wonder if Mr. Zhan has ever heard of aphrodisiac?"
