The second Tianyi was early, Lin Qingyang got up from the bed dizzily. He had another night of nightmares. He felt even more tired than yesterday. He felt that there seemed to be a problem with the magnetic field on the island, and he had never had a good night's sleep since then.
I put on my clothes in a daze and had a few bites of food. Thinking of having to sit there and watch the game all day, I suddenly felt like I was forced to go to work.
Qi Mo put away the table and turned around to see Lin Qingyang sitting on the soft couch in a daze with his socks. He walked up to him and took the socks from his hand, then squatted down and put them on for him naturally.
Warm fingers touched the instep, and the sudden itching suddenly woke up Lin Qingyang. He lowered his head and looked at Qi Mo, feeling a little uncomfortable on his face. Although he had been serving her, he had only done cooking and cleaning before. This level seemed a bit too intimate.
"I can do it myself." Lin Qingyang said and wanted to take his foot back, but his ankle was grabbed.
"It's okay." Qi Mo lowered his head and said in a normal voice. He put his socks on without haste, as if he was really just serving him.
Lin Qingyang sat there a little stiffly, Qi Mo acted too naturally, and it would have seemed a little strange if he insisted on refusing, so he just let him put on his socks and bring his shoes.
After putting on his shoes, I brought him a coat to put on him. Lin Qingyang quickly reached out to get it and put it on himself.
"You don't have to accompany me there today." Lin Qingyang said while adjusting his belt.
Qi Mo frowned, and Lin Qingyang explained, "Wenxing's murder has made people panic. If Jian Hong says something about you in public, it is inevitable that others will point fingers."
As he spoke, he glanced at him, thinking that this kid would have to argue again, but he just frowned and said, "I know."
Lin Qingyang is a little surprised that he is so obedient. It seems that the beating before was still effective.
Seeing that there was no time, he packed up his clothes and turned to leave, but Qi Mo pulled him back by his arm, stretched out his hand to turn out the folded collar for him, and straightened it again.
The two of them got a little close. Qi Mo looked at him softly and said, "Okay."
Lin Qingyang paused, and the sentence he shouted before about not liking women suddenly came to his mind. A strange feeling surged in his heart, and then he shook his head to dismiss the idea. What was he thinking? He married a wife in the original book, how could he not like women.
"Stay in the house, don't run around." Lin Qingyang said, turned around and hurried out.
The weather today is still a bit gloomy, with a few seagulls occasionally passing by in the gray sky. Lin Qingyang came to the stands, and everyone else had already taken their seats.
Jin Buhuan shook his fan and looked at him. "Why are you the only one today? Where is the one at your house?"
"Let him rest." Lin Qingyang said.
Jin Buhuan looked over with some amusement, and Mo Yan and the red fox next to him also looked over, with a bit of gossip in their eyes.
Lin Qingyang frowned and said, "Don't think too much. He and I just live in the same house. It's not the kind of relationship you think."
Jin Buhuan shook his fan and chuckled, "There is a problem, but you never explained it before."
Lin Qingyang was speechless for a while, then took a piece of fruit and said, "Watch the game, watch the game!"
Lin Qingyang gnawed on the fruit and watched the competition in the ring. The death of Wenxing has not yet been found out, and everyone has no thoughts of competing today. The stands are quiet, and everyone looks solemn.
Lin Qingyang watched absentmindedly, reviewing the strange events of the past few days in his mind, recalling the scene where Wenxing was petrified yesterday, and remembering that he seemed to want to say something at the end. Seeing that the competition was almost over, he stood up and left the table. Among the disciples watching in the audience, Yun Zhan looked at Lin Qingyang from a distance, and when he saw him leaving the table, he turned and retreated from the crowd.
Lin Qingyang returned to the main hall of the Starshift Palace. There was no one in the main hall, only a few attendants were cleaning. He said he came to express his condolences, and asked the attendants to take him to Wenxing's room.
In the room, the white double doors were wide open, and several attendants were going in and out to sort out Wenxing's relics. Lin Qingyang walked into the room. The room was very large, with many books and magic tools, and it was a little messy. The dark gray curtains looked a little dim.
There is a huge stone table in the middle of the room. The oil lamp on the table has been extinguished, and there are still many broken Tortoise Shell scattered on the table. Lin Qingyang remembered that Wenxing also held a piece of Tortoise Shell in his hand before he died, so he stepped forward and picked up a broken piece of Tortoise Shell. The many irregular cracks on it were very similar to those during the divination before the game yesterday. But he didn't understand this and couldn't see anything at the moment. He would have brought Jin Buhuan with him if he had known it.
At this time, there was a sound of voices outside. Lin Qingyang walked to the door and looked out, and saw Tian Heng striding towards this side in the empty corridor, Miao Xing following him, talking in a panic.
Lin Qingyang vaguely heard Miao Xing say, "They must have come back for revenge! Wen Xing looked exactly like them when he died."
Tian Heng frowned and said impatiently, "It's just a little trick, you're too nervous."
"Ke Wenxing is already dead!" Miaoxing's voice was a little louder, with a look of horror on his face, "What if it's me next! Don't forget, five hundred years ago they..."
Halfway through his words, Tian Heng frowned and grabbed Miao Xing's collar, his eyes cold and cold, unlike his usual indifferent look.
"What happened five hundred years ago?" Tian Heng asked, staring.
Miaoxing seemed to be frightened by Tianheng, paused and said, "No, it's nothing!"
Tian Heng threw Miao Xing away and coldly snorted, "It's just a bunch of Demon Creature, the worst is to kill them again!"
As he spoke, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he turned to look at the room with the open door next to him, and happened to face Lin Qingyang standing by the door.
Lin Qingyang smiled and said, "Palace Master."
Tianheng's expression paused for a moment, then returned to his usual expression. Next to him, Miaoxing greeted nervously, "Elder Lin."
"Let's arrange Wenxing's funeral." Tianheng looked at Miaoxing and said, Miaoxing lowered his head and left quickly.
"Elder Lin doesn't watch the game, why are you here?" Tian Heng looked at Lin Qingyang and said calmly.
"The death of Wenxing Elder is really strange. I thought there might be some clues in this room." Lin Qingyang said, raising his eyes and looking at Tian Heng up close. He had a handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was very handsome, but it always made people feel a little less human.
"It's indeed strange." Tian Heng said as he walked into the room and looked around, "Elder Lin, did you find anything?"
"These Tortoise Shell fragments are quite strange. Wenxing Elder seems to have performed divination many times before his death." Lin Qingyang said.
Tian Heng gently picked up a broken piece, looked at it and said, "It is also a sign of great evil."
"I have to say, it's quite accurate." Lin Qingyang said, observing Tianhen's expression, and then asked, "What Wenxing Elder said before he died seems to know who the troublemaker is. I just heard what Miaoxing Elder said, and I seem to have some guesses, and it seems to be related to Guixian."
Tian Hen raised his eyes and looked at him. The dim light in the room made his face look a little gloomy.
After a while, Tian Hen sighed softly and said, "Actually, I don't know much about this so-called Turtle Immortal. I just heard Master mention it by chance. Five hundred years ago, he met Turtle Demon fake at the beach. He pretended to be a celestial being and divined, coaxing people to sacrifice children, and then eat the children to strengthen Cultivation. Later, these Turtle Demon were killed by Master, and the matter calmed down."
Lin Qingyang frowned and said, "If that's the case, why didn't the palace master say anything before?"
Tian Heng said calmly, "After all, it happened five hundred years ago. Turtle Demon was massacred at that time. It has been extinct for so many years. It should have nothing to do with what is happening now. Miao Xing must have been frightened and made random associations."
Lin Qingyang frowned, Turtle Demon? Is this what Wenxing wanted to say before he died? But in his heart, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have missed something.