She looked at her master's forehead, and she didn't know when there was a looming magic mark on it.
"Forehead? What's wrong with my forehead?"
An Jiuyue raised her hand and touched her forehead. It was just a mark, so naturally she couldn't touch it.
"Is there something on my forehead? Jiu Bing."
"Master, there seems to be a mark on your forehead, but it is too shallow to be seen clearly." Jiubing replied.
"Mark?"
An Jiuyue frowned and stroked her forehead again.
She didn't feel anything, but she was very curious about what kind of mark Jiubing was talking about. Could it be that it was because of this mark that she was unconscious?
I really want to take a look at what this mark looks like, but there is not even a mirror in this medicinal spirit.
"Jiu Bing, bring me a basin of water." She immediately ordered Jiu Bing.
"Yes, Master."
Jiubing took the order and quickly brought a basin of water over.
An Jiuyue immediately went over and leaned over to let her image be reflected on the water so that she could see clearly.
But she forgot that she was just a soul at this moment, so how could she reflect anything in the water? She couldn't see anything, just the surface of the water that couldn't see any waves.
An Jiuyue: "..."
For a moment, she was really disappointed. She couldn't see anything, so she could only wait to go out and see what happened.
"I'm overthinking it."
She shook her head and asked Jiubing to carry the basin down.
"What on earth is going on? Is it because I am not accustomed to the climate of Wulong Mountain?" she asked herself.
It shouldn't be that someone like her should be able to adapt wherever she goes, right?
…
Outside, Qian Jiyun and Yan Feng immediately looked up Haowai's books, but they had no clue at all.
"Master, there is no way we can continue to investigate like this."
Yan Feng put down the book in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked up at his master.
He felt that no matter how many books he read in the library, he might not be able to find the cause of his mistress' coma. Of course, he had no better way.
"How about, Master, my subordinates will bring you the food first?" he suggested.
Master, you are going to have to eat or drink now. Even your iron-clad body cannot withstand such a hard time, right?
"No need, I'll look again...here is..."
Qian Jiyun stopped talking, and the hand holding the book tightened even more, because he saw a legend about Wulong Mountain in a book.
"Master, have you found it?"
Yan Feng's eyes lit up and he quickly went over to study with his master.
But Qian Jiyun was one step ahead of him and raised her hand towards him.
"You find your own."
Yan Feng paused and stopped.
He knew his master well, and knew that his master did not want him to see the contents of his books, so he continued to read the books in his hand, trying to find something in them.
Qian Jiyun, on the other hand, looked at the book in his hand without blinking.
"The Legend of Devil's Heart."
He silently recited these three words in his heart.
Regarding the word "Demon Heart", it is a taboo in Wulong Mountain. No one wants to mention this person, and everyone wants to be this person.
The demon heart represents the killers of Wulong Mountain, and is also a god-like existence in Wulong Mountain. With the demon heart there, the people of Wulong Mountain have a backbone, and they will not kill each other like a pile of loose sand.