Yan Xiaoqing had previously run out of ammunition and food, but was forced to have no way out by Xia Yan, so he embarked on a path of no return, defying nature and creating magic weapons to kill people.
Now that God's punishment is coming, no one can escape it.
As if being drenched by a basin of ice water, I fell down on the stool.
"If he is really dead...why am I fine?"
Pei Si frowned and looked back and forth between me and Yan Xiaoqing several times, showing confusion: "This is quite strange. Logically speaking, if Yan Xiaoqing suffered a catastrophe, the princess should also follow him, but now..."
Hei Po stared at Yan Xiaoqing, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something: "I know."
Everyone looked at him, including Xia Yan.
"When the Divine Weapon was destroyed, a thunder struck in the sky. This thunder not only shattered the soul-inducing lamp, but also scattered the soul of Prince Aoying. In fact, Prince Aoying was not dead, but his soul was incomplete."
We seem to understand but not understand.
"He was fine before," I said.
"Before? Where were you before?"
"Bodhi Cave." I returned.
"Did he act like this as soon as he came out of the cave?" Hei Po asked confidently.
"That's right." I nodded.
"That's right." Hei Po looked like a master of deciphering, pointing at Ao Ying and said: "A damaged soul is most afraid of seeing the sun. The Bodhi Cave does not see the sun all year round, so of course it is a good thing."
"But he was fine before going into the hole." I argued.
Huo Qilin shook his head: "Princess, you are wrong. Haven't you noticed that Prince Ao Ying never appears during the day? He only comes out at night. Since he is rarely exposed to the sun, he is naturally no problem with ordinary people."
It suddenly dawned on me that Yan Xiaoqing usually only came out at night because her eyes could not see under the sun. Even if she appeared during the day, it was only for a very short period of time. It was the first time that she stood in the low sun for so long like today.
"Then fourth brother...is he dead...or not dead?" Yan Xitong looked at me.
I immediately turned to look at Pei Si. He knew more here.
Pei Si shook the turtle shell again, and after spreading it, Pei Si suddenly exclaimed: "How strange. The hexagrams are actually the two poles of yin and yang."
"What on earth do you mean?" I looked impatient. I wanted to give him life or death. Who could bear to be hung up like this?
"What the hexagram shows is actually... neither death nor life." Pei Si looked surprised.
We were collectively shocked.
What does it mean to live or die?
"To put it simply, he is not dead, but he will never wake up." Pei Si explained.
"Why?" Yan Xitong's and mine's voices overlapped at the same time.
Pei Si looked guilty: "I'm not as powerful as my brother. I can't figure out the specific reasons. I only know this much."
When I mentioned Pei Yuan, I couldn't help but think of the book he gave me before.
"Bring me the Purple Wall Treasure Mirror quickly."
"Oh, it's here with me." Huo Qilin quickly took it out from his arms.
I was about to reach out, but Pei Si quickly pulled it away. After turning a few pages, he was shocked: "This book is fake."
It was really a leaky house and it was raining all the time, so I caught up with all kinds of bad things.
"How is that possible? Pei Yuan gave it to me with his own hands before he left."
"It was switched." Pei Si said firmly.
Someone actually stole my book. If I knew who it was, I would stab him to death.
"Who did it?" I asked murderously.
Pei Si shook the turtle shell a few times, then dropped the copper coins and suddenly gasped: "Liu Chi did it."
Okay, I take back what I said before about stabbing the book thief to death.
