The white-haired man did not respond. His emotionless golden eyes were fixed on the beads on Mingzhu's hand, as if the string of beads had some kind of connection with him.
Upon seeing this, Mingzhu quickly reacted and quickly took down the Buddhist beads.
"God, could it be that you gave this string of beads to my grandmother back then?"
Mingzhu handed the beads over and asked curiously.
The white-haired man did not see any movement. The Buddha beads suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light, and then slowly floated. The next moment, they appeared in front of the white-haired man, floating out of thin air, looking extremely magical.
Muchuan watched quietly from the side, feeling extremely surprised this time.
Muchuan roughly understood what was going on. The Mingxiu the white-haired man mentioned just now should be Mingzhu's grandmother.
Mingxiu also entered this secret base by mistake, but it was not in this area that she also met this white-haired man.
I don’t know what happened between the two. Not only did the white-haired man not kill anyone, he even gave Mingxiu a treasure.
The white-haired man said nothing, looking at the beads floating in front of his eyes, and saw that the crack between his eyebrows suddenly opened, and the golden light also lit up.
The two golden lights seemed to be engaged in some kind of exchange. In the eyes of everyone, this scene further confirmed the man's identity as a god.
Among them, Muchuan was a time traveler after all, and his knowledge was much greater than that of these ancient people.
After Muchuan's bold conjecture, he thought that this might be some kind of information transmission method.
The beads are like a USB flash drive filled with data, and the white-haired man is like the host that receives the data. I'm afraid that's the relationship between the two.
This process didn't last long, it was just a matter of breathing.
The 'eyes' between the white-haired man's brows closed again, and his originally emotionless golden eyes were now somewhat blank.
"..."
The white-haired man remained silent, and no movement was seen from him. The prayer beads returned to Mingzhu's wrist again, as if it had never left.
Seeing that the white-haired man had such strange methods, Muchuan now understood that this man was either an alien with advanced civilization, a true god, or a time traveler similar to himself.
However, his original world was probably much older than his own, otherwise it would not have been possible to have such advanced technology.
"Senior, what exactly is this place?"
Muchuan hesitated for a moment and finally couldn't help but speak.
This white-haired man has been silent the whole time. Is it possible that everyone is just like this?
Therefore, Muchuan had to lead to a new topic.
Muchuan's opening also attracted the attention of the white-haired man.
The white-haired man looked at Muchuan, and his eyes returned to their original emotionlessness.
He didn't know if it was an illusion or what, but Muchuan just felt that he was swept away by the white-haired man, and his whole person seemed to be looked at completely.
This feeling is quite unusual. It's not the feeling of being naked without clothes. Strictly speaking, it's more like
It's more like facing a super scanner. Not only can it scan out physical information, but even the deeper soul, spirit, and memory can be clearly seen.
"This is not the place you should come."
The white-haired man spoke, his voice as cold as ever.
The white-haired man's words seemed to have magical power, making Muchuan unable to resist at all.
But with great will, Muchuan still managed to speak.
"Senior, I accidentally stumbled into this place without any malicious intention. I just heard that there is a medicinal herb here called Bing Ning Snow Lotus."
"This junior is in urgent need of this life-saving thing. I hope the senior will be lenient!"
No matter what this white-haired man is, whether he is a god or an alien, even if he is a time traveler, it has nothing to do with Muchuan.
What Muchuan cares about most now is to obtain the Bing Ning Snow Lotus.
Now Muchuan, no matter how stupid he was, realized that the Bing Ning Snow Lotus mentioned by Sun Simiao was definitely not an ordinary flower or grass. It was designated to only grow in this base.
If Muchuan cannot obtain it this time, I am afraid there will be no way to save Hua Henmu.
This is something Muchuan cannot accept under any circumstances.
Therefore, no matter how slim the hope was, Muchuan would give it a try.
"Do you mean it?"
The white-haired man stretched out his hand, and a small white flower that kept exuding cold air appeared in the palm of his hand.
Muchuan stared closely at the little white flower. Although he didn't know what the Bing Ning Snow Lotus looked like, Muchuan felt a refreshing feeling from the little white flower.
Just looking at it from a distance has such a miraculous effect on the spirit. If it is boiled into a medicine, it may be possible to revive patients who are half buried in the ground!
"That's it! I hope senior will be merciful!"
Muchuan pleaded excitedly.
The white-haired man looked at the small white flower in his hand and said, "Icy Snow Lotus?
You humans are as good at naming as ever."
Hearing this, Muchuan could not help but be stunned for a moment.
Judging from what the white-haired man meant, he should not belong to the category of human beings.
From this, Muchuan drew two conclusions.
First, the white-haired man is definitely not a god.
If it were a god, it would not speak like a human being. It should be said that it is a mortal.
Second, the white-haired man is not a time traveler, for the same reason as above.
Therefore, Muchuan tentatively concluded that this white-haired man should be an alien.
Of course, it might also be a robot, an intelligent robot from the future.
But now Muchuan has no intention of guessing the true identity of the white-haired man. He is here for the Bing Ning Snow Lotus. Whether he can get the Bing Ning Snow Lotus is what Muchuan cares about most.
"I can give you this. Bing Ning Snow Lotus."
The white-haired man looked at Muchuan and said.
Before Muchuan could be happy, what the white-haired man said next made Muchuan's heart freeze.
"But what price can you pay?"
cost?
Muchuan really didn't expect that this white-haired man who seemed to have no desire would actually say such realistic words.
The white-haired man pointed to the Buddhist beads on his pearly wrist and said: "Back then, when I found Mingxiu, she was already half-dead. I gave her a new life at the price of her soul."
"!!"
"!!"
Both Muchuan and Mingzhu opened their eyes wide, filled with disbelief.
Muchuan finally understood why Mingzhu's string of Buddhist beads could always come out to save Mingzhu when she was in danger. It turned out that her grandmother's soul was sealed inside.
Then what the white-haired man just did to the beads can also be explained.
