The great witch Zhu turned around and walked towards the temple. The temple door behind him was pulled by an invisible force and locked on its own.
Not long after, Lin Xixue heard the sound of bamboos knocking against each other and the chanting of teeth coming from the temple.
As the singing stopped suddenly, wisps of green smoke emerged from the courtyard, and the gurgling sound of the medicinal soup boiling was loud.
Lin Xixue used her consciousness and found that there was nothing special about the decoction in the hospital except that it boiled more violently.
However, Lin Xixue naturally would not let down her guard, and her consciousness continued to lock onto the Great Witch Zhu.
If he had to stay here for a few days, Lin Xixue would naturally not be able to stand here forever.
She held her right hand in the air, and then twisted it hard, uprooting a bamboo and twisting it into the shape of a "chair".
She adjusted the feather coat, which seemed quite large for her petite body, and then sat down, but the black feather coat actually passed directly through the chair and hung to the ground.
Lin Xixue couldn't find the right words to describe this weird scene for a while, so she could only borrow a concept from the previous game - model wearing.
She found it puzzling. She could even touch the feather coat with her hands, pick out its wrinkles, and even rub it.
But for the bamboo chair, the feather seems to have no entity.
Lin Xixue's thoughts were in a daze, and she began to question the authenticity of this world again.
Is there a possibility that this world is actually a virtual game, and this black feather coat was not done well during production, and a green chicken appeared, so it was out of shape.
But she soon realized that this was just a conjecture with no basis.
Nothing is surprising in this weird world. Maybe the laws of this world allow something to wander between entity and incorporeality?
She simply stopped worrying about this issue. In the final analysis, it was still a problem of insufficient information.
Information, information, information.
She desperately wanted Bai Qing to survive at this moment, and it was also because Bai Qing was the only one in the world who witnessed what happened after she fell into a hallucination. This was quite crucial information.
Only by obtaining sufficient information can you make a relatively complete plan and know what to do next.
She was no longer distracted, but focused on locking the great witch Zhu with her spiritual consciousness.
Not long after, the great witch Zhu picked various fresh herbs from behind the temple, pounded them with a stone pound, boiled them into a paste, and finally transferred the gray-black ointment to oil paper.
Lin Xixue guessed that this was probably a plaster that could treat trauma.
Although she doesn't know what the scientific names of these herbs are, with her current memory, she can easily remember the forms of these herbs in her mind one by one. She can only deduce the formula of this ointment when she buys an illustrated book of herbs for comparison in the future.
However, after watching it for a long time, she felt that it was not much different from ordinary doctors, that is, they were just boiling medicine and making ointments.
Not long after, the great witch Zhu entered the inner hall with the prepared plaster and the boiled medicinal soup.
Lin Xixue's consciousness was blocked outside by an indescribable force, and she couldn't see what was happening inside.
But it doesn't matter, no matter what happened inside, if Bai Qing can't come out completely in a few days, you don't care, the temple will be overturned by then.
The consciousness lost its lock, and as soon as Lin Xixue relaxed, she couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
She first thought of the slaves in the cave, and also thought of the sachet she touched that day.
The sachet later disappeared for some unknown reason. Was it just an illusion that I touched the sachet, or did the sachet fall somewhere?
It makes sense no matter how you explain it.
If this sachet is an illusion, it means there are no slaves in the cave, and I really may be the granddaughter of Hong Yanzi.
If the sachet was not an illusion, so many slaves in the cave would not know what was happening to them now. Once Hong Yanzi died, no one in the cave went to deliver food rations, and no one knew what kind of tragedy would happen.
And judging from the situation at the time, it seemed that the cave collapsed severely for unknown reasons, and it was not impossible that a group of slaves died directly from the collapse of the cave.
Although Lin Xixue had no favorable impression of these slaves, after all, they were so many living human lives that it was impossible to say that they were not touched in her heart.
But this kind of touch only ends with a hint of melancholy.
"You care about what they do, have you forgotten? They even threatened to kill you and throw stones at you that day." A faint female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Lin Xixue turned around suddenly, but there was only the rustle of bamboo leaves in the wind.
She sat on the chair, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples.
Auditory hallucinations? Or is that monster Tianzun trying to interfere with me again?
"Did I say something wrong? In fact, you wanted to kill these people at that time, right? Stop deceiving yourself. You are not as kind as you think."
Lin Xixue drew out her magical sword and slashed behind her.
The bamboo forest behind him was cut off in the middle, and the bamboos fell apart in all directions.
Behind him, there was nothing.
"Yes, that's it. No mercy, decisive killing, just like when you wanted to kill Luo Si and Hong Yanzi. Why don't you accept your true thoughts?"
"Shut up, get out of my head, get out of here!"
"Think about it carefully. Just today, you had the intention to kill the old man because he was asking for a reward, didn't you?"
"It's you, it's you who are interfering with my thinking, otherwise how could I do such crazy behavior!"
"Oh? Then think about it carefully, who am I?"
"Who are you?" Lin Xixue was slightly startled when she heard this. The female voice did sound somewhat familiar.
"Am I not you?" Lin Xixue suddenly laughed wildly, making her branches tremble with laughter.
Calm down, these are all illusions, all illusions created by Tianzun to interfere with my mind.
Ignore, just ignore these illusions.
"Do you really think I am an illusion created by Tianzun? I only appeared to save you!"
"Have you ever smelled the faint smell of medicine since you came to Wuzeng Temple? You have fallen into the trap of the great witch Zhu!"
"Why are you so naive? Do you really think this great wizard is a kind person?"
No, no, no!
You said that I fell into the trap of the Great Witch Zhu, so why am I fine now and have no symptoms of poisoning at all.
"Haha, you are so crazy that you are talking to yourself, and you still say that nothing happened to you?"
Yes, if nothing happened to me, why would I talk to myself?
There is indeed something wrong with this Great Witch Zhu. The medicine she boiled must have evaporated, and I had hallucinations after smelling it!
Lin Xixue slashed open the temple door with a sword, stepped through the sawdust and dust, and stepped into the small atrium.
A faint blue light shimmered on the surface of the clay statues placed in the atrium, and they were trembling and swaying crazily. Some of the statues trembled so much that they actually threw their heads off and rolled around. .
The magic sword is placed across the chest, and the sword fingers of the left hand are brushing against it.
In an instant, with Lin Xixue as the center, everything around him was struck by invisible force.
The clay doll exploded, the bluestone bricks shattered, and the glazed tiles on the roof crashed into the inner hall. The temple beams could not withstand the overwhelming force and actually split directly from the middle.
I saw that the temple was about to collapse completely.
But in the inner hall, the edges of the two red and green statues suddenly twisted, forcibly holding up the collapsed temple...
