Jiaobai looked at the sick Cen Jingmo in front of him, his mind still wandering.
Cen Jingmo remembered the first week and knew how he died in his previous life. He started over again in this life, but he had no self-awareness and did not know the truth about the world.
This is fundamentally different from Qi Yiliao's situation.
As a reborn person, Cen Jingmo seems to be standing on the shoulders of fate, detached from the mundane world that ordinary people are trapped in, and focuses on things that cannot be explained by science.
Jiaobai thought that Cen Jingmo had finished his test and had confirmed that he was not just Wang Chuqiu reincarnated.
Cen Jingmo was waiting for him to give an answer that was even more outrageous than rebirth.
"Brother, Secretary Qi, you two go out. I want to talk to the prince for a while." Jiaobai pinched his slightly cold fingers.
Zhang Zhen and Qi Huai both looked at him, not quite agreeing with his decision.
Jiaobai smiled and waved at them: "Just for a moment."
After the two men left, the smile on Jiaobai's face disappeared. He picked up his glass of wine and was about to drink it in one gulp, but then he remembered that he had promised Qi Yiliao to drink as little as possible.
After a pause, he took a sip of the wine. The wine was too strong and stinging. He frowned in disdain, and his breath was filled with a strong aroma of wine: "Prince, I was possessed when I was getting you medicine."
The air around them became still.
The fan-shaped silhouette under Cen Jingmo's eyes moved slightly, and his black eyelashes slowly opened like wet cicada wings: "Possessed?"
Jiaobai nodded and said, "You have been reborn, so it shouldn't be difficult to accept that you have been possessed by evil spirits."
"My third brother knows this." Jiao Bai sighed, "I often get possessed by evil spirits at irregular intervals and do some inexplicable things."
He gave two examples half-truthfully: "My third brother asked me to go to the temple to burn incense. I went there and asked for a lucky charm. My brother can testify to this. He went with me, and the charm's string broke when we were coming down the mountain."
"I have a special physique, and the Buddha can't protect me," Jiaobai smiled bitterly, "There are always strange evil things possessing me."
Cen Jingmo stared at him, staring at him intently.
"Your Highness may find it hard to believe such an absurd thing, but what I said is true. There is no need for me to make a fuss about it." Jiaobai said sincerely.
"Possessed?" Cen Jingmo leaned close to him and asked softly.
"Yes." Jiaobai said, and suddenly smelled a whiff of dog blood, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Could this little fat civet think that the one who just attached himself to him was... Li Jue from his previous life
Oh my god.
Very likely!
Because in this way, all four of his suspicious points can be explained.
He had to go back to the Shen family and South City in order to get close to Shen Eran.
It is sad to see myself end up like that in this life.
As for meeting Shen Er'an's secretary, that was one of his guardians in his previous life, so it was normal to feel emotional.
It makes more sense to take medicine.
Apart from Cen Jingmo, only Li Jue knew the location.
Hahahaha, perfectly attached.
So fucking beautiful!
There was a turbid smell of medicine and alcohol in Jiaobai's breath. He looked into the eyes of Cen Jingmo, who was almost kissing him, and caught the terrifying love that flashed across the other's eyes in time.
This person wanted to pry open his head, lick his brains, peel off his flesh, gnaw on his bones inch by inch, chew them up and taste them to see if they felt familiar.
Well, Cen Jingmo determined that Li Jue was in him, one body with two souls.
"Being possessed by evil spirits must be very troubling to you. Burning incense is useless. Why not ask a Taoist priest to perform a ritual?" Cen Jingmo smiled politely.
Jiaobai laughed in his heart. Cen Jingmo wanted him to leave this body and make room for him.
"What the prince said is a good idea." Jiao Bai groaned, "You must know that my third brother is recovering from his injuries. I have to take care of him. I really don't have the mood to find a Taoist priest. After a while..."
"There happens to be a Taoist priest on the island." Cen Jingmo covered his lips and coughed, with tears in his eyes.
Jiaobai: “…” Waiting for him here.
Calm down, Cen Jingmo’s activity level is already full, there is no need to do anything about it. He is in the “Fate of This Life” group, and I am his confidant.
"What a coincidence." Jiaobai looked surprised.
"Yeah." Cen Jingmo was shaking all over, "I think it's a coincidence too."
Jiaobai saw that Cen Jingmo's face was gray, he was retching, his stomach was very uncomfortable, as if he was about to die, he said casually: "Why don't you lie down first?"
"Thank you, Mr. Jiao, for helping me." Cen Jingmo smiled weakly.
Jiaobai helped Cen Yaoguanzi onto the couch and let him lie on the thick blanket: "I'll go notify your people and ask them to call the doctor over. The doctor should be with them."
The T-shirt was pulled and Jiaobai turned around.
Cen Jingmo said softly: "Mr. Jiao, the matter of the practice has not been completed yet."
Jiaobai pulled the fabric out from between Cen Jingmo's fingers: "Don't worry."
Cen Jingmo said calmly, "It sounds terrible to have your body occupied. Don't you want to be free as soon as possible, Mr. Jiao?"
Jiaobai did not miss the gloom beneath Cen Jingmo's calm.
He doesn't want it in this life, but insists on finding out the secrets of the world. Once he smells some clues, he will look for the one from his previous life.
To put it simply, this is called illness.
To put it more complicatedly, Cen Jingmo's life trajectory is changing.
In the second week of "Broken Wings", among the eight friends, not only Cen Jingmo, but also Shen Er'an and Zhang Zhen have broken away from the original plot settings, and their lives have more things that are not in the original work.
Including Li Jue, his morbid obsession faded, and he was no longer entangled with Shen Er'an for his whole life.
Not to mention Qi Zizhi, his personality changed the most. He had plastic surgery, had a split personality, had a young wife, became the son-in-law of the Cen family, and settled abroad.
Shen Ji was in opposition to Qi Yilao, and his son took power away from him, so he stepped down early. His official partner has not appeared yet, so who knows what will develop later. In short, his trajectory is not exactly the same as in the original.
As for the four people, Yu brothers, Jiang Yan, and Liang Dong, who are not on the friend list but are more involved with Jiaobai, the first two are not explained in the comics, and Jiaobai doesn't know whether there is any difference between them in the second round and the first round.
The haze in Jiang Yan's life has been cleared away, and he will get better and better.
Liang Dong's story is tragic. He is not torn by love, but revenge and drugs are gnawing at him. But he is still young, the ending has not come, and everything is unknown. So far, his character setting has also changed.
The changes in these people are all driven by Jiaobai's butterfly effect. They are redeemed by him, or take another path outside the original work.
Only Qi Yilao did not follow the plot in the first round. His awakened self-awareness was like a barb growing on the body of the original comic.
The authority of world consciousness has been challenged. It does not allow the thorn to exist, but it cannot pull it out. It can only prevent it from growing.
In the second week, it deliberately makes life difficult for Qi Yiliao.
He just had to watch helplessly as others who had followed the outline of the first week made various changes in the second week.
The butterfly effect only affects him in small matters, and the important settings are completely unchangeable.
I have saved so many people intentionally or unintentionally, so what's wrong with having one more Qi Yiliao...
Jiaobai showed a bitter smile and worry without realizing it.
The gaze cast from the couch was first suspicious and inquiring, then excited, passionate, and crazy.
"Small… "
What's the point of that? The bloody substitute plot was over. The emotion between Jiao Bai's brows disappeared instantly. He looked down at him with a bright and distant look in his eyes: "Then how do we do it?"
Cen Jingmo stared up blankly.
"I can't let evil things take over my body, otherwise I will become a wandering ghost." Jiaobai turned to the chair and suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.
I had that feeling last September, exactly the same.
Anesthesia gun.
Cen Jingmo had a heart attack a few minutes ago, but now he was hugging Jiaobai who was falling backwards.
Jiaobai's body floated into the air, and he thought drowsily, in this old-fashioned melodramatic comic, 1 is better than 0, and all the accessories are better. Even a sick guy can be carried like a princess!
Cen Jingmo walked to the bookshelf with茭白 in his arms and kicked a book with his foot.
A secret door was revealed.
Before Jiaobai lost consciousness, he remembered one thing. When he was reading the comics, he shed a few tears for the male supporting character Cen.
Bye bye to you.
"My Lord, the hexagram shows that there is no dirt... no evil in his body. No, there is no second soul."
“There aren’t really two.”
"Wait, let me take a look!"
"… "
“Help!”
"… "
"My, my, my, I was mistaken, he has two souls, two!"
The old voice was full of panic.
"What does another soul look like?" another feminine voice asked at this time.
"Yes... it's a woman, she's crying, she said she misses you very much, that must be your deceased lover... Don't kill me... Don't come over... Ah -"
The screams soon faded away, leaving only the dying pleas for mercy.
"Bang"
There was a dull and heavy gunshot.
It was at this time that Jiaobai's consciousness floated up. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, and his first reaction was that his wrist hurt, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon and bleeding.
The second reaction was that there was something stuck on his face, it was a talisman paper, and there was more than one. Because the talisman had a strong smell, it was close to his mouth and nose.
Then he felt himself soaking in water.
Not water.
It smells so fishy. It’s blood.
Jiaobai suddenly opened his still heavy eyelids, and in his drooping eyes there was a deep red color, as thick as blood plasma.
Black dog blood?!
A big wooden barrel.
This time, Jiaobai was really covered in dog blood. There seemed to be that taste in his mouth, and it was very likely that he was fed a few mouthfuls of it.
The sound of a heavy object being dragged away reached Jiaobai's ears, and he immediately closed his eyes without having time to check the surroundings.
A pair of footsteps came from not far away and stopped beside the wooden barrel.
Cen Jingmo looked down at the person in the wooden barrel, with disappointment and ferocity in his eyes, sadness mixed with memories, and then he didn't know what happened next.
Jiaobai was worried that his nervousness would expose him, so he started thinking about other things to divert his attention.
Most of the flowers and plants in the front yard of Lan Mo Mansion have sprouted and grown.
He will enter medical university in September.
By the time he finishes his trip to the island and returns, Qi Yilao might wake up.
…
Cen Jingmo came prepared, and the Taoist priest he invited must be quite capable. But the Taoist priest did not find the soul he wanted.
He still won't kill me.
Not killing but slowly observing is many times more interesting than killing and getting rid of all of them one by one.
To Cen Jingmo, he was a problem that was obviously fishy but could not be solved.
Damn, shouldn’t I shift my attention somewhere else? Why did I think of this again
Jiaobai was controlling his heartbeat, and there was an extra hand on his neck.
The joints of the hand were thin and hard, and the palm was cold.
There was no effort.
She just stroked it gently for a moment, her thumb rubbing the beating of his pulse, again and again.
Cen Jingmo held Jiaobai's fragile and slender neck and never broke it. He is such a good man.
Knowing that the man was pretending to be unconscious, he did not eliminate him and the Taoist priest together.
Cen Jingmo tore off the stack of talisman papers on Jiaobai's face, touched them for a long time and crumpled them between his fingers. He laughed, his breathing trembling slightly, and his eyes red.
There was a faint sob in his throat.
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