Although he wore gloves when dissecting the body, the old man was a bit hysterical, so he went to clean his hands before returning to Changhe Hall. He came back after about two sticks of incense, holding a book in his hand.
Zhili hurriedly wanted to take it, but the old man shunned it and said, "It's not suitable for you."
Passing the book to Xia Zhaoyi, "You probably haven't read this book."
Xia Zhaoyi took it and turned to the first page, which was a picture of a skeleton.
A detailed explanation of the bones of the whole body, including the naming and structural analysis of each bone.
"This book was written by Feng Qingang?" Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and said.
"It's him."
"...but this seems to be a good book." Xia Zhaoyi said.
The first few pages are all anatomy diagrams of the human body. Pages 1 to 15 are about the skeleton, and pages 15 to 36 are about the internal organs.
Next, there is an introduction to the bones and internal organs of animals.
There are many such books. Xia Zhaoyi has read about seven or eight books of the same type in the past, but to be fair, the paintings are not as exquisite as this one, and the writing is not as easy to understand as this one.
"Go back and turn it over again," the old man said.
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi responded and turned back.
Zhili turned his head curiously and was almost frightened at the first glance.
"Brain, brain flower?"
The old man was unscrewing the water bag and drinking water. Hearing this, he looked over and said, "I want you not to look."
"Senior sister, does it mean drinking brain flower?" Zhili held back his nausea and stretched out his finger.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded, looking at the words above, a name came to mind, Lu Ronghui.
"What is this?" Zhili pointed to the side, "I'm going to vomit. It says human liver on it?"
Xia Zhaoyi glanced at it, closed the book, and looked at the old man, "Is Feng Qingang eating people?"
"I ate a lot," the old man said.
"Disgusting..." Zheli got goosebumps.
Xia Zhaoyi Su Rong "What's more vicious than his cannibalism is that he spreads the evil out."
"Yes," Zhi Li nodded, "this girl is so pitiful."
The old man lowered his head, screwed on the lid of the water bag, and said slowly, "If he hadn't died, he would have continued to do evil. Troubled times have come, demons are dancing, monsters are everywhere, hundreds of ghosts are passing through the city, and I don't know how many more there are."
Man will die in vain on heaven and earth."
The old man didn't stay long before he went back to Qianqiu Palace.
Immortal Bailu went to bring the soup and medicine. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili were sitting at the stone table reading. There was a history book in front of Zhili, but he couldn't read it. His eyes frequently looked towards Xia Zhaoyi, and he was quite curious.
About half an hour later, Banjiu Immortal Master took four disciples to Guanxing Pavilion and took out the girl's body from the dark room below.
The old man had covered it with white cloth in advance and told them not to open it.
They carried the girl's body to Jinhe Peak for cremation. When they passed the mountain road on the other side of Changhe Hall, Zhili heard the noise and ran away. He stood at the pavilion in the open space at the top of the mountain and looked down.
The wind was strong on the top of the mountain, and the white cloth was surrounded by stones, but it still puffed up.
"Let's go," Zhili said in a low voice, looking at the stretcher that was going away. "Although I was scared by you, I don't blame you."
At night, when Xia Zhaoyi was about to fall asleep, Manager Jiang came to find her and gave her a letter and a small bamboo tube.
The letter was written by Sect Master Pei, who told her that the person who had been asking her about her identity had said that he would send the letter in three days, but there was no follow-up, and now it was finally delivered.
The small letter in the bamboo tube still had the same handwriting. This time he did not ask any more questions, but asked Xia Zhaoyi to protect himself. It is best not to go to Hengxiang and Zhenzhou within three months, and try to avoid places in Hengxiang and Zhenzhou.
Nearby state capital.
Xia Zhaoyi read it calmly, put the letter away, and picked up the book she had been reading all day.
I've almost finished reading it, and as I go to the back, it's basically an introduction to torture instruments.
Many of the torture instruments inside were indeed the same as those she had seen in Qianqiu Palace.
Including the stone chamber further down that Master has not been to yet, there are more and rich torture instruments, basically all of which can be found in this book.
The book didn't say whether it was original or collected, and she had no way of knowing.
But as she looked at it, her eyes gradually wandered away, and her mind recalled what she saw beside the lake, the glimmer of light at the bottom of the lake.
It was that dim light that guided her to the basement, but when she went to the basement, there was nothing down there.
"Ah!" A loud, disjointed voice suddenly came from next door.
Xia Zhaoyi was startled, put down the book in a hurry, put on her clothes and hurried away.
Zhili was sitting on the bed, and the night was coming in outside the window. His face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, and his eyes were glazed over.
Xia Zhaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, lit the lamp on the table, and said, "Are you having a nightmare?"
"Sister," Zhili gasped for air, looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "I dreamed about that girl."
"Then you are not afraid when you see me now?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"How could it be? The little senior sister's temperament is completely different from hers," Zheli said, rubbing her eyes, tears were almost coming out of her eyes, "I dreamed that she was carried away by the Banjiu Immortal Master and the others, and the white cloth covering her body suddenly moved.
Yes, she sat up, raised her head and smiled at me."
"Stop talking." Xia Zhaoyi interrupted him.
"Banjiu Immortal Master and the others didn't see her, and they were still walking forward. She told me that she wanted to kill me."
"It's just a dream," Xia Zhaoyi walked over and sat down by the bed and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm right next door to you."
"I heard from Master Bailu that you are going back to the capital in a few days, right?"
"Um."
"The world outside is so chaotic, is it safe for you to go back?" Zhe Li looked at her worriedly, "Senior Sister, why don't we go? I don't know how long the battle will take. Look how nice it is here, with mountains, water and people.
Protect us."
"What's the matter with this?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "Can you still sleep?"
"I don't know," Zhili shook his head, leaned back on the soft pillow and looked at the girl, "Sister, when will you come back?"
"It's unknown, I can't give you an exact date."
"I hope that one day when Qianqiu Palace is completely destroyed, Senior Sister can come back."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, pulled up the corner of his quilt, and said, "Don't worry, I will never throw it away. I will come back as soon as possible. You go to sleep first."
Seeing that the girl was about to leave, Zheli hurriedly said, "Little senior sister!"
"Um?"
"Um, how old are you?" Zhili asked curiously.
Although I really respect and love her as my senior sister, I always feel curious every time I see her little face.
"How old are you?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"It's just the New Year, I should be considered twelve years old."
This year, in fact, it has not passed at all.
No one takes this year seriously, it is just an ordinary day.
There is no such thing as celebrating the New Year in the Yuanhe Sect. The so-called New Year celebration is nothing more than a way to mark time.
The same is true for Master, he dislikes these festivals the least.
As for Xia Zhaoyi, although she doesn't care about the New Year, her family does, so she used to go back every year to spend time with her family.
"Yes, it's just the Chinese New Year," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I'm half a year older than you. I'm also twelve, almost thirteen."
