Turn the clock back to this afternoon.
Xie Jingsong was listlessly stuffing various shapes of "soil" into his mouth while chewing, his vision blocked by two shadows. She raised her head slightly and was startled by the two people who suddenly sat across from her. She swallowed her saliva.
...Then he was almost assassinated by the spirit beast meat that slipped into his throat. Xie Jingsong coughed on the spot.
Wen Zhixian, one of the shadows, looked around at a loss. He grabbed a teapot and poured her a full glass of water, put it to her mouth, and said concisely: "Drink."
Wen Xunyin, on the other hand, walked around behind her and patted her back, took the cup from his brother's hand and filled her mouth with water.
Things that would have been fine if she just calmed down, she was forced to go to the west by the two brothers and sisters. Xie Jingsong, who felt that she was about to die, grabbed Wen Xunyin's wrist tightly, and she adjusted her breath with difficulty.
She took a sip of water to suppress her coughing, paused, and looked at the brother and sister who looked worried: "What... do you want to do?"
Wen Zhixian sighed deeply, and after holding it in for a long time, the word "um" came out with a long ending.
Smelling the smell of trouble, Xie Jingsong was about to pretend to be stupid: "Are you looking for me to say thank you? Oh, there's no need to chase him all the way to the city. You're more polite. In this case, just treat me to a meal!"
Wen Xunyin shook his head and said: "Strictly speaking... well, actually it's not the case at all. We have a very troublesome thing, and we happened to see you and wanted to ask for your help."
Shocked by her directness, Xie Jingsong couldn't help but complain: "I still wanted to be polite, but you two are not polite at all!"
Wen Xunyin turned his head and poked his wooden brother slightly with his elbow, who pursed his lips tightly.
Wen Zhixian, who was reminded, took out a money bag and pushed it in front of Xie Jingsong: "We hired you... After this is done, both of us, brother and sister, owe you a favor."
Xie Jingsong didn't dare to answer: "Everyone owes one? I don't dare let you owe me this... What is it? Why are you so sure that I can do it?"
The two looked at each other, and when they heard that Zhixian didn't want to take the money bag, he stood up and said: "There are many people here, please come with me."
Xie Jingsong shook the unexpectedly heavy money bag, but in the end she couldn't resist the temptation of money and followed the two of them to a small forest.
Wen Xunyin stood still first, took off the jade flute tied to his waist, put it to his lips and blew a few syllables. A swaying transparent bubble rose on the spot and enveloped everyone in it.
"In order not to be heard, I will build a soundproof enclosure first. You can continue talking while I look out for you."
Xie Jingsong, who had visions of trading certain items, held back her speechlessness in her heart and turned her ears to listen to Zhixian's words.
"We told you before about the city lord's invitation," Wen Zhixian nodded and handed Xie Jingsong a note, "but we encountered something very strange."
Even the well-informed monk found it strange, and Xie Jingsong became a little interested. She took the note and twisted it with her hands. She felt that it was soft rice paper with good texture and then opened it thoughtfully.
"The city is dangerous, please save us and leave quickly."
Nonsense, is this not dangerous? Mo Zhuchou personally came to tell her that there was a big problem... but save us? Who to save?
Is there any connection or conflict between saving us and leaving quickly?
Xie Jingsong tried to read something from the elegant handwriting, but she had no clue until she heard Zhixian's next words and cleared up her few thoughts.
"These are the words I copied down... In fact, these words were pieced together by ants in front of our brother and sister's door... There is no trace of artificial temptation."
Ah...it turned out to be the words written by Wen Zhixian. Looking at Xianfeng Daogu, the little brother saw that the written words were vigorous and powerful, which is normal. As for what ants put them together...ah?
Xie Jingsong, who felt that his brain was about to shrink, looked at the note in his hand again: "Packed together by ants? Words? Are you really sure it wasn't made by people on purpose?"
"Well, there was no honey on the ground, and there were no traces of spell casting. At that time..."
After cleaning up the room, he decided to sit in the courtyard for a while. Wen Zhixian took the teapot and a jar of tea leaves that had been gathering dust for a long time. He blew away the dust floating on the surface of the stone table under the tree and sat down.
Although they were guests who were not on the list, the disciples of the elders of the Xuanjian Sect opened the door too loudly. Even though the two of them politely declined the invitation to stay in the city lord's mansion, the city lord still kept talking like a relative who did not want to give up new year's money during the Chinese New Year. greeted warmly.
The two people who couldn't resist him ended up in a remote courtyard.
A place that has been uninhabited all year round should have been very dilapidated and desolate, with spider webs everywhere. Just stepping on it could destroy eight generations of ancestors with dry leaves. However, the maid in charge of sweeping did not forget this place, so this small courtyard can be maintained. The best attitude to meet important guests.
It was at this time that swarms of ants crawled over.
He is a person who concentrates on one thing and will be immersed in it, so Wen Zhixian didn't notice when those ants became literary masters, until his sister who couldn't find the jade bracelet and poked her head out of the house said Shocked cries: "What is this!"
A swarm of ants crawled out in front of them, writing words the size of a basket. Each word had a strange vitality - as if it was squirming.
Wen Xunyin opened and closed his eyes, reluctantly punched himself, and muttered: "Did I not wake up, or am I too tired from traveling in the past few days? No... I must have been fooled by that fake Cangliu scared you so much that you looked at me and hallucinated..."
She opened her eyes expectantly and closed them in relief.
It's not an illusion, there are really ants spelling them out.
Wen Zhixian frowned and said, "After they disappeared, I observed traces of the dissipation of spiritual power... But it may be that I am not good at studying and I did not notice it."
Xie Jingsong, who was still confused, started to dig at the ground with her feet: "Uh... what happens next?"
"Brother, you haven't even explained anything clearly to her! It's useless to say what you said before," Wen Xunyin walked over without squinting, but she was able to accurately step on Wen Zhixian's foot. She whispered in Xie Jingsong's ear. , "We found that many distinguished guests invited by the city lord have lost their invitations in the city... Now the city lord's inner guards believe that there is a thief in the city."
Xie Jingsong frowned, and the expression on his face directly mirrored Wen Zhixian's confusion: "But this is too ridiculous, isn't it? Is there a thief who specializes in stealing these things?"
"...Indeed, we also find it strange. What's even more strange is that we find that they seem to be covering something up by doing this."
Xie Jingsong's eyes lit up as he felt there was something wrong inside the melon: "What is it?"
Wen Xunyin almost rolled his eyes at her face: "...If I knew, would I still come to you for help?"
"……cough."
