Jiangchuan went back to the house to take care of his skin.
Li Baitian frowned.
He can't be under great pressure. He doesn't practice at all and has no visualization objects. How could he have mental problems?
Could it be that because he had refined the cartilage in his ears, his hearing had surpassed that of Jiang Chuan, so only he could hear the tune?
He found Xia Weiguo in the mansion again. At this time, Xia Weiguo was patrolling in the mansion, in the dark, but he was walking as fast as flying.
Li Baitian asked: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Xia Weiguo said: "We're on patrol. My men will take over in the middle of the night."
Li Baitian: "Why don't you light a torch when patrolling? Can you see in the dark?"
Xia Weiguo said: "You can see that there is a curfew in Rising Sun City at night and no lights are lit. The young master may not be used to it when he first arrives. It won't be a problem to meditate for one night."
"I heard someone singing, did you hear it?"
Li Baitian stared at Xia Weiguo and asked. At this distance, he could see the other person's face clearly.
Xia Weiguo looked confused: "No, I haven't heard any movement from childhood to now. There are not even pedestrians on the streets during curfew hours. How can there be people singing?"
"That's okay, maybe I heard wrong."
Li Baitian was about to go back to the house. The moment he passed by, he casually asked: "Adjutant Xia, have you grown a little taller?"
"No, I don't understand what you mean."
Xia Weiguo paused and his tone was calm.
"It's okay. I've been under a lot of stress recently, and I'm hearing and visual hallucinations. I'm going back to take medicine."
Li Baitian ignored Xia Weiguo and went back to the house, closed the door, sat in front of the window and listened to the distance.
When his mind calmed down, he heard the voice of the opera singer again.
"Five invitations for cardamom and six invitations for the King of Hell. Let's go to the lobby to discuss something..."
"If you want to beat the drum and listen to the whip, first please invite the Xia family soldiers..."
"..."
"It's not an auditory hallucination. Someone is really singing an opera. I even heard the lyrics. How could it be an auditory hallucination?"
"This word is weird. It seems that there is indeed something wrong with the Xia family in Rising Sun City. What are these people doing? Is it related to the spy's disappearance?"
Li Baitian murmured to himself. He wanted to go out and have a look, but it was too dangerous. Although his body was strong, he could only be crushed to death by his bare hands when he was in the foundation-building stage. When he encountered a monk in the golden elixir stage, the outcome was still two. Between words.
If you rush to touch that strange thing, you may be in trouble.
And just now he did feel that Xia Weiguo was a little taller than what he had seen in the evening. He believed in his eyesight. Now his eyes were like rulers and he would not make mistakes.
"Mad, why do you encounter strange things when you come to Rising Sun City? There are not so many abnormalities in Haoqi City. Isn't it good for everyone to just pass by?"
Li Baitian complained, but he also knew in his heart that perhaps it was because the law of [Order] enveloped Haoqi City that there were no such weird incidents.
As expected, there is no harm without comparison, and it is still comfortable to stay in Haoqi City.
The whole night, Li Baitian was tortured by the opera, so he simply stopped sleeping, lit a candle, and continued to burn his eyes.
He deeply understands that sometimes being too sensitive is not a good thing. He sang the lyrics over and over again all night, and now he can memorize them.
When the sky gets brighter, the rooster crows.
Li Baitian spent the whole night scorching his eyes, yawning profusely, and even though his eyes were sparkling, he couldn't hide the look of exhaustion on his face.
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Chuan had an expression as expected: "Master Li, you need to rest for a long time. I have seen many people torture themselves and temper their will all day long in order to improve their strength. But in the end, we monks are mortal bodies. , also has seven emotions and six desires.”
"Excessive mental torture can indeed strengthen visualization objects, but it also has profound side effects. Some people even go crazy because of it."
Jiangchuan was very sincere and persuasive, giving many examples.
For example, the Ye family of Haoqi City proposed a method ten years ago. When their children were just one year old and could toddle, they would be thrown into a pile of dead people to witness the horrors of the world in order to temper their spiritual will. Naturally, most of them collapsed and became crazy from an early age.
A small number of people who persisted had various mental illnesses when they grew up, and their emotions were extremely extreme. They could not show it openly and could only arrange to do dark dirty work. Later, this method was banned. , because of the loss of human nature.
Li Baitian was speechless: "Well, I just kept thinking about the sound I heard last night and didn't get a good rest."
Jiang Chuan said: "I understand, I am a doctor, I am very professional, listen to me, as long as you relax, the hair loss problem can be improved."
Li Baitian didn't want to talk to him anymore. This guy exposed his shortcomings whenever he disagreed.
I miss the days when I had hair.
After hearing the conversation between the two, Xia Weiguo came over and said, "You two young masters, there is someone from the second lady waiting outside the house. They say they are invited to a banquet."
"Come so early."
"We'll go over there."
Li Baitian nodded and looked at Xia Weiguo's body again. He was a few centimeters shorter than what he saw last night.
He didn't understand the reason for this change, but now was not the time to care about it. He took Jiang Chuan to the door of the mansion and found the waiting slaves.
"You two have finally come out. The guard refused to let us in no matter what. He is really stubborn and delayed my young lady's important event. Do you think they can afford it?"
The servant's face was full of resentment. As the servant of the second lady of the Xia family, he was treated with respect everywhere. This was the first time that he was blocked from entering.
"There's nothing we can't bear. They are City Lord Xia's people."
Li Baitian said lightly.
The slave's expression immediately changed. When he looked at Xia Weiguo, who was covered in armor and full of murderous intent, he immediately gave himself a big mouth: "Young Zhang Wei, you have blind eyes and don't recognize Taishan, and you collided with several adults. It’s the little one who deserves to die, I’ll apologize to you.”
Li Baitian was amused: "It's okay, just lead the way."
Zhang Wei is quite talkative, and he can say a few words no matter what he sees along the way.
From the candied haws sold by street vendors to the surrounding buildings, he can explain the local customs to you, but he doesn't know whether it's true or not.
When Jiang Chuan saw the medicinal materials, he commented casually, and Zhang Wei was able to answer them fluently, which surprised him.
Is the threshold for being a slave so high these days?
But when Li Baitian saw these items sold by roadside vendors, he always looked wrong. It was different from yesterday when he entered the city. Now when he looked at those items, he still felt that he couldn't see clearly.
This was strange. His eyes had been burned all night, and he should be able to see everything extremely clearly, but when he looked at the objects on the vendors, he felt that there was an indescribable outline surrounding them.
Blinking, the outline disappeared again.
What's going on? Are you seeing ghost images?
Li Baitian asked: "Zhang Wei, you know so much, but do you know why there are people singing in Rising Sun City at night?"
