When Xie Yang came to his senses again, he found that he was crying uncontrollably. He was now in the middle of a funeral ceremony for a person. There was a white gauze in front of him, and a person's body could be vaguely seen covered by the gauze.

Xie Yang looked at the person lying in the coffin in front of him. Although the person's whole body was covered by white gauze, he could almost guess whose body it was.

It must be Zhang Yaoyao's master, Jiang Yan...

; There were a group of Zhang family members standing around, all of them wearing white clothes. Xie Yang wanted to turn around and see who was there, but he couldn't stop the tears in his body for a while. He took a deep breath

The sadness in Zhang Yaoyao's bones was so strong that it almost infected his own heart. Fortunately, after more than ten seconds, the tears finally stopped.

At this moment, a man suddenly put his hand on Xie Yang's shoulder.

"Yao Yao."

Xie Yang turned around and saw a man standing behind him. His face was somewhat similar to Zhang Jueyao. He was probably his father Zhang Jue.

"Sorrow must have limits," the man said, his face looking solemn, "I know your master Jiang Yan is very important to you, but please remember to express your condolences."

"I know, father." Xie Yang said lightly. He saw the man in front of him seemed stunned, then patted his shoulder and nodded.

When the man turned around, Xie Yang immediately took a few steps back and looked around. This time he had gained experience, so he left the crowd and ran towards the nearest house, jumped through the window and ran towards the mirror.

Sure enough, Zhang Yaoyao's face was still in the mirror.

*

This time, Xie Yang opened and closed his eyes, and his vision became clear again almost within a moment. When he raised his eyes, the first thing he saw was the little girl standing next to the middle-aged man.

Zheng's eyes were wide open, and the surprise in his eyes was clearly exposed.

The middle-aged man sat opposite him, still playing with the teacup in his hand, as if he was ready to hand it to Xie Yang at any time, but he had no use for it at this moment.

"Have you finished drinking?" Seeing Xie Yang open his eyes, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, as if he was a little surprised.

After hearing this, Xie Yang's eyes passed over the little girl and suddenly turned to the middle-aged man.

"Boss, your tea seems a bit bland." He said mockingly.

As soon as these words came out, the face of the little girl holding the white porcelain tray changed instantly. She was obviously not the one making the tea, but she seemed to be greatly insulted. She silently clenched her hands holding the tray.

Her thin red lips pursed tightly, and her body trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man's performance was much calmer. He just looked at Xie Yang for a moment and smiled coolly, "It's really funny."

Xie Yang looked at him silently, and the teahouse fell into silence. Seeing that he was silent, the middle-aged man stroked his gray beard with both hands, "In this case, my guest, are you going to drink my third cup of tea?"

, or don’t drink?”

This was said in a subtle way, but it only said "you" instead of "you". After hearing this, Xie Yang felt clear in his heart: three cups of tea and two cups of plain water, only his cup was fishy.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Drink!" He smiled, "I drank the first two cups of tea, so why not drink the third cup?"

The middle-aged man nodded and filled three cups with "tea" for the third time. Xie Yang stretched out his hand, but at this time, a faint voice intervened.

"Wait a minute."

Wu Ji suddenly raised his hand, and the other three people on the table were stunned. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he actually took the tea cup that Xie Yang was about to take, put it on his nose, and sucked it gently.

tone.

As he moved, the expressions on the middle-aged man and the little girl gradually became weird.

"Sir," the middle-aged man paused and said slowly, "what do you mean?"

"Nothing else," Wu Ji said slowly, "I just want to see if there is any poison in this cup of tea."

As soon as he said these words, the teahouse became quiet again, and the atmosphere gradually became a little cold.

After a while, the middle-aged man laughed dryly and said, "Look, is this tea poisonous?"

Wu Ji sighed, "No poison." He said, glancing at Xie Yang vaguely, and then handed the teacup to him, "Brother Zhang, please."

"Thank you." Xie Yang said, taking the tea. This time, he drank the tea with great vigor. He held the tea cup in his right hand and lifted it slightly. His movements were neat but also implied strength, like a demonstration. As he took the lead, his body

For his companions, Wu Ji and Fang Tianqi naturally had no reason not to drink, so they drank the tea in front of them in one gulp.

It turned out to be ordinary boiled water again!

When Fang Tianqi raised his head again, he finally felt that something was wrong. He frowned almost uncontrollably, and quickly glanced at Wu Ji next to him, only to see that Wu Ji still put down the tea cup before him, with a calm expression on his face.

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After another second, Xie Yang silently put down the teacup.

The first two times Xie Yang drank the tea handed to him by the middle-aged man, he would fall into a brief hallucination. But this time after Xie Yang drank the tea, he closed his eyes slightly, but he only felt a faint bitter taste coming from the tip of his tongue. Taste

At this point, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Good tea," he said slowly, "it is indeed good tea."

The middle-aged man was staring at him expressionlessly, but his hands on the table were clenched into fists and trembling slightly.

He asked, "What do you think my tea is, sir?"

"The key is not that the tea is good," Xie Yang shook his head, "the key is that the person who makes the tea is good. What you said before is true. This tea of ​​yours can indeed be said to be 'famous far and wide.'"

"Why do you say that?" the middle-aged man asked.

After hearing this, Xie Yang lowered his head and laughed lowly. He suddenly put the tea cup in his hand on the table, and the empty teahouse immediately resounded with the echo of the cup hitting the table.

"Even now, do you still think I can't tell who you are?" Xie Yang said, "You guys found me faster than I thought, but..." At this point, Xie Yang raised his head, "Since you guys

Here we are, that’s just right.”

After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked calm and just raised an eyebrow, "Do you know who I am?"
Chapter completed!