Luoyang has left, but there is still silence in Mohammadi's home.
"Elder Saman, do we really want to cooperate with a person who associates with evil spirits?" Ali Mohammadi did not have a prejudice against Luoyang because he was forced to kneel by Luoyang, but he had a prejudice against Luoyang from the beginning.
Have prejudices.
Maybe it was Luoyang's strong self-confidence and aura that made him feel uncomfortable, or maybe it was Luoyang's cartoon-like face that made his always conceited appearance meaningless, or maybe it was because Luoyang was a Chinese.
He couldn't tell what the specific reason was.
"I don't want to cooperate with him, but he knows where the ladder is, and only he can take us in." Salman Hosseini felt a little helpless.
"Dad, what do you think?" Ali Mohammadi looked at his father.
Mohammadi sighed: "Evil spirits are no different from devils. People who associate with evil spirits will eventually become devils. Our faith does not allow us to do this."
Ali Mohammadi's feeling improved, and he asked Fatima again: "Sister, what do you think?"
He seemed to want to initiate a "mz vote" to dispel Salman Husseini's idea of cooperating with Luoyang.
"I..." Fatima was a little nervous and uncomfortable. She never asked for her opinion on matters at home, let alone this major decision faced by the Shadow Chaser organization.
"It's okay, I just want to hear your opinion." Ali Mohammadi said.
Fatima hesitated: "I..."
Ali Mohammadi frowned slightly.
Salman Hosseini looked at Fatima with encouragement in his eyes: "Fatima, you can speak out your thoughts boldly."
"Elder Saman, haven't you already promised Mr. Luo to take him to the Parthian ruins tomorrow? My opinion is no longer important," Fatima said.
Salman Husseini said: "That's just a strategy, not a real promise. I can't make the decision on such a major matter. It has to be brought to the Elders Council for discussion. So, if your point of view can help us solve the problem
.”
Fatima turned to look at her father Mohammadi.
Mohammadi's eyes were encouraging: "Fatima, just say it. It doesn't matter if you don't say it well."
Fatima nodded and then said: "Mr. Luo is very powerful. If we try to deal with him with force, it will be a bad decision. If we use bows and arrows to shoot tigers, then we will face tigers."
counterattack."
Ali Mohammadi's frown deepened.
Fatima continued: "Although Mr. Luo is very powerful, I don't feel any malice from him. He is associated with evil spirits, but he is not evil. Some people in this world wear gorgeous clothes and stand tall.
He holds a high position of justice and morality, but his heart is more evil than evil spirits."
There was a slight pause: "Mr. Luo has shown his sincerity. He made the situation very clear. There are military guards in that place. If we don't cooperate with him, we won't be able to get in at all. In fact, my opinion is not at all
It’s not important, what’s important is whether we want to go to the Holy Land Ladder.”
Ali Mohammadi originally wanted to refute Fatima, but he swallowed his words again. Indeed, no one's opinion is important. What is important is whether the Shadow Chaser organization wants to go to the Holy Land Ladder.
A smile appeared on Saman Hosseini's face: "Fatima, your calmness makes me happy. Come with me to the altar. We will hold a ceremony and your mission as a saint will be activated."
"
Mohammadi and Ali Mohammadi looked at each other, and there was excitement and excitement in the eyes of the father and son.
"This is the honor of our family." Mohammadi bowed his head to Salman Husseini.
The three men were very happy, but Fatima looked gloomy.
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In an alley, Luoyang ended his state of supersensory perception.
Go out from this alley, cross a two-lane road, and walk 20 meters further is Mohammadi's home. Just now, after leaving Mohammadi's home, Luoyang came here
In an alley, the supersensory state of the ancestral shaman's spirit body was activated, and he used his supersensory perception to capture the sounds in Mohammadi's home.
Unfortunately, the conversation between the Mohammadi father and his son and Salman Husseini was in Farsi. They talked a lot in gibberish, but he did not understand a word.
The reason why he persisted until the conversation between the four people ended was because he wanted to make some judgments based on the changes in the intensity of the brain waves he perceived.
After almost ten minutes of capturing and analyzing, the only result was that the three men were very happy and Fatima was very sad.
Does this work?
There is an egg for use.
Luoyang walked to the other end of the alley.
The alley was quiet, and he didn't see anyone with his eyes, but he knew there was someone here.
A large piece of wall suddenly fell off, in the shape of a person. The earthy color of the wall quickly faded, and then black, yellow, white, etc. appeared.
That was a person, Xia Chen, codenamed Shadow.
Luoyang pretended to be shocked: "Oh! Brother Xia, why are you here?"
Xia Chen pursed his lips: "Stop pretending, you already knew I was here, otherwise you would have turned your back to me for ten minutes?"
Luoyang smiled: "I'll leave my back to you, I'm relieved. However, your method is really magical. Is it really innate?"
Xia Chen nodded: "My father and mother are both ordinary people. It is very strange to give birth to a monster like me. I was discovered when I was three years old and entered a special school to study. I was also the subject of research.
After being studied for 8 years, those bullshit experts found nothing. Later, I became a reserve member of the Xuanwu Bureau. After countless assessments and tasks, I finally became a member of the Xuanwu Bureau."
Luoyang walked over and patted Xia Chen on the shoulder: "I know you told me this because you treat me as a brother. Strong abilities often require a high price, but there is nothing wrong with it. After all, this world
It’s the fists that speak.”
"What price did you pay?" Xia Chen didn't believe it.
He really couldn't sympathize with Luoyang about this matter. This guy was so excited every night with Baili Jianjia that he could hear the live broadcast while lying on the sofa in the living room. A single man in his thirties,
Do you know how much trouble those voices caused him? If this is what Luoyang calls the price, he will despise it.
Luoyang sighed: "At least you know who your parents are, I don't even know who my parents are."
Xia Chen put his arms around Luoyang's shoulders, didn't say anything, just hugged him hard.
Communication between men sometimes does not require words, actions can go deeper into people's hearts.
"How about we go have a drink? Let's have a nice chat," Xia Chen said.