Jiu Ci carried Qing Ge back to the city lord's mansion.
Qingge sleeps on the bed and doesn't wake up no matter how loud anyone calls her.
Jiu Ci became increasingly worried.
It wasn't until Qing Ge in the afternoon of the second day that I could wake up.
Qingge only woke up for a while and then started to fall asleep again.
This time, although Qingge was unconscious and drowsy, she held on forcefully.
As soon as she woke up, Qingge asked: "How many days has it been since we came to Sihai City?"
"Sixteen days." Gillian replied.
Everyone in the room didn't understand why Qing Ge was obsessed with this number.
Qingge's state was unexpected, and even Xiong Batian, who had been reading a book, couldn't help but worry.
Jiuci is right, since there is something weird, if there is no problem on the surface, there must be something wrong inside.
Xiong Batian only hated that his medical skills were not good enough, so he was helpless when his master was in danger.
Qingge sat up on the bed, and Jiuci carefully and gently placed a jade pillow behind Qingge.
Qingge lowered her eyes and rubbed her temples.
Is it already the sixteenth day?
She finally understood why no matter how powerful people are, they cannot escape the curse of death.
The sleepiness that comes like a tide will swallow up a person's mind. Even if she finds a clue, she will not be able to concentrate and think.
When she came to the city lord's mansion with Jiu Ci and others, why was everyone awake but she was so sleepy?
What exactly went wrong?
Qingge couldn't think clearly when she was clear-headed, and now she couldn't even concentrate.
"Go find Lin Shan!" Jiu Ci gritted his teeth and his eyes were scarlet red.
During the day and night when Qing Ge rested and slept, he stayed by the bed and barely slept a wink.
Not long after, Lin Shan and the only little book boy in the city lord's mansion came over.
boom!
Jiu Ci looked back and punched out, as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, hitting Lin Shan's face hard, causing Lin Shan to flip over and fall to the ground.
The little book boy immediately helped Lin Shan up. The next moment, Jiu Ci kicked the little book boy away, grabbed Lin Shan's neck and lifted him high, "What's going on with my sister? Today, if you don't give me an explanation,
I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives!"
Lin Shan's chin was covered with blood, and his body was convulsing with pain.
"Sir, this matter has nothing to do with Uncle Linshan. We don't know what happened. This happened to the previous city lords. The city lords are pretty good. The previous city lords at least came to Sihai
Cheng fell asleep the next day." The little book boy knelt on the ground and cried.
Jiu Ci is like a killer who has gone crazy and has no clear sense to listen to their excuses.
Jiuci threw Lin Shan to the ground and stepped on Lin Shan's abdomen, "If my sister is even slightly injured, prepare to die."
Miss Jiu looked at Jiu Ci in surprise. At this moment, Jiu Ci seemed to be no longer as funny as before.
He was full of killings, and his terrifying ferocious aura caused the wind around him to strangle.
"Brother..." Qingge said.
Jiu Ci quickly walked to the bed and held Qing Ge's hand, "Are you okay?"
Qing Ge took off the quilt and walked out of the bed. She put all her strength on Jiu Ci and walked out tremblingly.
Qingge stood on the corridor, looking at the setting sun like blood, Qingge smiled, "Soon, it will be dark again."
The fall of night means that the prosperity of Sihai City is about to come.
The sun sets in the west, the ancient city lord's mansion, the city lord waiting for death, and the lonely sycamore tree.
Suddenly, Qingge turned her head and looked at the sycamore tree on the left side outside the corridor. The sycamore tree was so tall that it exuded bursts of the fragrance of the sycamore tree.
Wisps of light wind blew towards the sycamore trees.
Singing softly, the limbs gradually become cold.
"Brother, take me to the roof." Qingge said.
"It's windy above the house, and it's going to snow soon." Jiuci was reluctant.
Sihai City will be covered with heavy snow at night, and the streets will be covered with snow.
"I can't hold it anymore, hurry up..." Qingge said weakly.
She was so sleepy that she opened her eyes with great difficulty.
Jiu Ci's eyes turned red, and he looked at Qing Ge with special distress.
Finally, Jiu Ci put a thicker coat over Qing Ge, and then he carried Qing Ge up to the roof of the city lord's mansion.
The scene in front of Qing Ge became increasingly blurry, as if covered with a veil.
No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't see it clearly.
Qingge gritted her teeth, took out the dagger, and cut her palm.
The rupture of skin and flesh stimulated Qing Ge.
This time, Qing Ge did not look at the outline of the streets and alleys of Sihai City, but at the buildings and topography of the City Lord's Mansion.
The construction of the City Lord's Mansion is not much different from other mansions, but Qing Ge feels like a metaphysics.
She lives in the main house. Next to the double doors of the main house is a window. This window is very large and much higher than the windows of ordinary people's houses.
Qingge felt the breeze blowing on her face, and her eyes suddenly tightened.
"Take me down."
Jiu Ci carried Qing Ge back to the corridor. Qing Ge closed her eyes and felt the light wind again.
The next moment, Qingge opened her eyes and said, "Dig up this sycamore tree."
She finally understood.
Unfortunately, she realized it on the sixteenth day.
She should have understood this from the first nightmare and headache she had.
She was on top of the courtyard wall and found that the wind was blowing toward the southeast. But when she returned to the city lord's palace, she found that the direction of the wind had changed.
The wind direction is along the sycamore tree to her room.
This is a forced change.
In other words, no matter what direction the wind blows outside, in the City Lord's Mansion, it will blow towards her room.
That sycamore tree, in front of the window...
I see.
The reason why she was the only one who felt sleepy was because she smelled the fragrance of sycamore trees for sixteen days in a row.
As for the change in wind direction, Qingge initially inferred that it was due to architectural metaphysics.
The buildings in the city lord's palace are not just buildings. They move the whole body, from small to large, and finally change the trajectory of the wind quietly.
Too detailed.
No one noticed it at all.
At this point, Qingge had exhausted all her strength and fell into a coma.
After Qingge said that, everyone also looked at the sycamore tree.
Miss Jiu was surprised: "Could it be that the reason why the eldest sister among us is the only one who has symptoms of drowsiness is because of this sycamore tree?"
"This sycamore tree is right in front of senior sister's room. If so, it makes sense." Gillian said.
Jiuci put Qingge behind the bed, walked out of the house, and stood in the corridor.
He looked at the sycamore tree in front of him with cold eyes, his eyes condensed, and his mind moved slightly; for a moment, a strong wind blew, the ink mist was thick, and a black crow flew out of the mist.
The black crows split into countless black crows, and clusters of jet-black fire suddenly rose up, splitting the sycamore tree from its roots with countless black crows.
The sycamore trees outside the corridor completely disappeared.
Jiu Ci was still uneasy, so he wrapped Qing Ge in two quilts and carried Qing Ge to another room.
"Don't be afraid, brother will definitely protect you." Jiuci said with red eyes.
Not long after, Xiong Ba Tian and Jiu Miss knocked on the door.
Miss Ninth said hurriedly: "Lord, the sycamore tree has grown again."