I was a little afraid to look at the man on the ground, so I immediately turned my gaze to the direction the little novice monk had left.
This is also the first time I have seen with my own eyes that the weird child can kill so easily and calmly and leave so calmly and calmly.
"Yu'er, Yu'er..." Suddenly, there were screams in the ear.
"Little girl! Little girl!..." Someone patted my face.
"Sister Xiaoyu! Sister Xiaoyu, are you okay!" Someone was pulling on my shoulder and pushing me constantly.
Strange... There is obviously no one around? How can I hear someone calling me, someone pulling me
I was puzzled, and the scene before me suddenly changed as soon as I turned around.
"Hmm..." I whispered, and slowly opened my eyes. The bright white light pierced my eyes a little.
The tree whose name I saw before and the person lying under it are gone!
"You girl! What's going on these days? Why have you fainted one after another?" Ling Qing breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that I opened his eyes, but still did not forget to say a lot of hurtful things in his mouth.
Sometimes, like Ling Qing, it is indeed a bit annoying to talk about being unforgiving.
But I knew he was caring about me, so I smiled at him, and didn't deliberately care about arguing with him anymore.
Ling Qing looked at my smile, stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes awkwardly, deliberately pretending not to see it.
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand and probed my forehead, and asked, "How is it? My body... Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"Um..." I shook my head at him, saying that I didn't feel any discomfort.
Except for being a little dizzy and wanting to sleep, there is no other feeling that feels strange.
"What's wrong with me?" Seeing that Xuan Cang, Ling Qing and Luciyao were all there, I couldn't help but feel a little unpredictable.
"Oh, sister Xiaoyu! You last night—" Lucia looked at my dazed expression, and then he was going to help me explain.
But he hadn't finished speaking yet, Ling Qing abruptly pulled him aside. The intention to stop Lucius from speaking was very obvious.
I don't like what is difficult for strong people, so Lingqing refused to let Lucia say, so I won't ask any more.
They are hiding from me, naturally they are hiding the truth from me!
"Last night... Did I run out again?" I remembered the dreamlike'dream' last night, and wanted to verify that I really went out at night
"..." When I said, I immediately succeeded in seeing a hint of'cue' from the faces of Xuan Cang, Ling Qing and Luciyao.
"You're just too tired! Just take a good rest!" After a short silence, Xuan Cang was the first to speak.
The underlying meaning of this statement is confirmed... I really went out last night!
"Last night... I saw that little novice again..." It seems that Xuan Cang is planning to hide it from me, so I can only find out by myself.
Hearing the three words "Little Novice", Xuan Cang's brows immediately rose, and his eyebrows frowned. I grabbed my hands nervously, and opened my eyes wide in fear, "Did he hurt you?"
"Um..." I shook my head. In fact, the little novice monks did not see me.
That is to say, what I'saw' when I went out last night may not really happen at that time.
Since it did not happen at the time, from the looks of Xuan Cang and Ling Qing, I should have indeed gone out last night...
I really went out, but I didn't really see what happened...
Then this matter, the explanation is a bit weird!
Could it be that I actually went out last night. But I went to that place and watched a scene that does not exist, or it has already been shipped, or something that will happen in the future...
Thinking of the little novice monk's hands turning into iron pieces and poking into the man's chest, I couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"Xuan Cang! That little novice... Is he a monster?" I asked, looking up at Xuan Cang.
Xuan Cang's eyes flashed, his lips pressed tightly, and he remained silent.
"Yesterday... I seemed to see him with a piece of iron in one hand, and he dug out half of the head of a strong adult man. He also cut open the man's chest and plucked the man's heart. …" I murmured to Xuan Cang and the others, relaying what I had seen.
"..." Listening to my narration, Xuan Cang and Ling Qing's eyes flashed a little surprise. Then the expressions of the two of them became a bit heavy and ugly.
"You see... the little novice did it?" Ling Qing asked me.
"Hmm!" I looked at him sideways and nodded affirmatively.
Ling Qing glanced at Xuan Cang, looked at me with extremely complicated eyes, and finally stood silently aside.
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand and touched my forehead again. His slender and cold fingers touched my warm forehead, very comfortable.
"What's the matter?" Xuan Cang and Ling Qing did not speak, and I had to take the initiative to find the answer.
"It's okay! You might have seen the illusion yesterday..." Xuan Cang explained.
"But..." But isn't the illusion fake? Is it true that the little novice killed that man? I want to ask.
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand next to my left temple and tapped lightly. My consciousness was in a trance, and then... Unknowingly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
At that time, I blindly believed in what Xuan Cang and the others said about me, but only forgot. In the end, I woke up in the cries of Xuan Cang and the others.
And... when they were calling me, I was still in front of the tree, not on the bed!
"Daoist! We this time..." After a brief trance, Xuan Cang's voice suddenly rang in my ears.
I want to open my eyes and see what is going on.
But I tried, but I couldn't open my eyes. Even if I want to stretch out my hand, I use my hands to open myself, like the upper and lower eyelids glued together.
Sadly, I found that even my hands could not move.
"This girl has a problem with her body. You should pay more attention to it." Ling Qing looked at me with some worry.
"Yu'er's body, I'm afraid it's affected by the sixth magic weapon... it will lose control one after another!" Xuan Cang said.
"The sixth magical artifact?" Ling Qing's voice rose slightly. Obviously, he had never thought that these things in front of him would have something to do with the magical artifact.
"Yeah!" Xuan Cang nodded.
"What about the artifact?" Ling Qing asked again, somewhat unbearable.
"The little novice monk who followed the whisper several times..." Xuan Cang said.
"This..." Ling Qing suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say.
They didn't expect that they would encounter magical artifacts when they traveled this time.