The three of them were so frightened that they rolled and shrank back, as if they had seen something fatal. Zhongli Di's voice was howling louder than before.
Lan: "..."
"What are you shouting for?"
She tilted her head, with a hint of helpless disdain in her tone. "Don't think that I am as mean as you, crying like a butchered pig, which makes me no longer in the mood to judge."
"Smell the smell - it's grassy and woody, but it's not poison. This liquid was prepared by the dean himself, and has saved more people than you have ever killed. Normally, your number Evil Soul Master is not even qualified to smell this medicine. It is given to you to use, just to destroy things."
The three brothers were stunned.
There is indeed a clear scent of grass and trees floating in the air, covering the original smell of blood, with a warmth that makes people relax unconsciously.
The green liquid slowly seeped into the three people's bodies, and there was a numbness and itch in the wound, followed by the warmth of healing.
Zhongli Tian The ferocious bloody mouth on the thigh began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bleeding stopped, and the skin and flesh grew a new pink color.
The fine scratches on Zhongli Di and Zhongli Ren are slowly closing, leaving pale pink marks.
The three of them looked at each other, and it took them a while to realize that they were not dead. They didn't even feel any pain anymore.
"Thank you, thank you, sir..."
"Don't be too hasty to thank me yet."
Lan jumped down from the table and walked slowly to the three of them.
She leaned down, her azure eyes reflecting the faces of the three people who had just recovered. Her voice was still smiling, but the coldness hidden in the smile was sharper than the wind blade just now, "I can have as much of this healing liquid as I want."
She tilted her head slightly.
"If you dare to tell even half a lie, I will tear you apart piece by piece, cure you, dismantle you again, cure you, dismantle you again - do you understand?"
"I understand! I understand!"
The three of them huddled in the corner and nodded desperately.
Lan straightened up, patted the wrinkles on her robe, turned around, walked back to the table and sat down. She crossed her legs again, and three wind blades slowly formed around her side, suspended in mid-air.
"Okay, first question--"
Lan's voice returned to its careless tone, "Where do you Holy Son usually like to go? The first person to speak, this wind blade will not scratch his face."
The three brothers pushed me and I pushed you, and they squeezed each other for a long time.
Finally Zhongli Tian suddenly raised his head and said, "Holy, Master Holy Son... he will go to the Mingde Hall every month!"
Zhongli Di's face changed suddenly, and he pinched him hard from behind. "Are you crazy?! How dare you say such a thing to others--"
"Buzz--"
A soft sound.
Zhongli Di's mouth suddenly closed - not by himself.
A very fine wind pressure brushed past his ear, cutting off a strand of hair on his temples, leaving a shallow mark on the wall behind him. The wind blade was less than half an inch away from his head, and the cold murderous aura made his whole body freeze, and a thin layer of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
"You keep talking."
Lan looked at Zhongli Tian, "If he dares to move, I will silence him forever."
"Holy... Master Holy Son went to the Mingde Hall... It seemed that he was going to meet someone to talk about cooperation..."
Zhongli Tian swallowed hard and continued, "I really don't know what it is exactly! Although the three of us are surnamed Zhongli, we are just running errands in front of Holy Son! How can we get involved in this kind of core secret..."
His voice became lower and lower, and his head lowered lower and lower.
Lan lowered her head and glanced at the brooch on her chest - calm, stable, nothing abnormal. She asked, "When will he go again?"
"This... we don't know this either. Holy Son goes at different times every month, it seems to depend on his mood... and we have been out on missions for so long, it is even less likely that we know what is going on in the church..."
"S-Sir, if you want to know, you can go and interrogate those two elders and Third Offering! They are all high-level officials in the church, and they must know much more than us little minions!"
"You're good at passing the blame. But you're right, the offerings are indeed more useful than you little shrimps."
Lan tilted his head, as if thinking about something.
After a moment, she changed the question, "What is Holy Son's name?"
"Name?"
Zhongli Tian was stunned for a moment, "Holy Son's name... It seems that no one has officially mentioned it. I only know that he is the adopted son of the leader and deputy leader. His mother's surname is Feng, and his father's surname is Zhongli--"
"Nonsense, doesn't that mean you didn't say anything?" Lan interrupted him impatiently.
Zhongli Tian said quickly, "I only know that the supreme leader and deputy leader call him Xiaochen. I don't know whether it is his first name or nickname. I don't know, maybe he is called Zhong Lichen or Fengchen."
Lan repeated softly, "... Zhong Lichen?"
She paused. "It sounds really ugly. It sounds like a little eunuch."
She clapped her hands. "Okay, I've squeezed out so much useless stuff in a long time. Let's not talk nonsense - now let's talk about your own bad things."
Her eyes moved from Zhongli Tian's face to Zhongli Di, then to Zhongli Ren.
"You three, who comes first?"
The three of them froze at the same time.
"Then let's start with you--"
Lan raised her finger and pointed at Zhongli Tian, "Just a reminder, don't lie, and don't hide your bad things. The dean is not here, I am the biggest here. If you have really done anything immoral and smoking..."
She curled her eyes and smiled, and the three wind blades floated forward an inch at the same time. The cool blade wind made Zhongli Tian's cheeks hurt.
"--I will make you feel that death is a luxury."
Zhongli Tian's face instantly turned as pale as a piece of paper. He looked at the three wind blades and then at his newly healed thigh, and was too frightened to say anything.
It's over.
If you lie, you will be punished. To tell the truth... looking at this attitude, there will be no good consequences.
I'm totally stuck here today.
"That's right. You tell the truth and I'll listen gently."
Lan looked at his tearless expression and rolled her eyes happily.
"Come on - when was the first time you killed someone?"
Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion, lobby on the first floor.
The morning light slanted down from the skylight above, spreading a warm light on the off-white marble floor.
People were coming and going in the hall - there were old people on crutches, young mothers holding their children, civilians in simple clothes, and students in twos and threes wearing Shrek uniforms who came together and lined up in front of the self-service registration machine.
There is a faint scent of herbs floating in the air, mixed with the smell of disinfectant. It is not pungent, but makes people feel at ease.
In the green plant area in the corner, several jasper vines are climbing up along the supports, with tiny drops of water condensing on the leaf tips.
Jiang Nannan stood in front of the medicine pick-up window outside the pharmacy, holding a prescription form in his hand and looking down to carefully check the name on the medicine bag.
It has been some time since her mother was discharged from the hospital, and her health is recovering well. This time she comes to get the prescription for the next stage of nursing care.
When the pharmacist in the window handed out the medicine bag, he handed over an extra small cloth bag and said softly, "Miss Jiang, this is specially instructed by the dean. It is used to replenish qi and blood for aunt. There is no charge."
Jiang Nannan was stunned for a moment, took the bag, lowered his head and looked at it with "Wen Yang Fang" written in delicate small letters, clenched his palms gently, didn't say anything more, and just nodded towards the window.
"Thank you."
She turned around and walked out, and happened to pass by a man who had just come in from the door.