Xiaoqiu thought silently in her heart, but her face remained calm and she replied politely:
"Two guests, please be patient. The master is currently handling official business and is really busy."
Seeing Xiaoqiu's polite and perfunctory attitude, the young servant felt anxious and wanted to urge him again, but Ziyuan's voice sounded in time and stopped him:
"Azuho, don't be rude."
"But, Master Shion..."
"Stop talking, wait." She shook her head slightly, pressed her palms slightly, and motioned for Ashui to sit down. Shion simply closed her eyes, as if the old god was taking his time.
Ashho was helpless. Although every time he thought about the situation in the country, he wanted to take Lei Luo out immediately, but he also knew where this place was and who Lei Luo was, so he could only sit down depressed.
Time passes slowly, ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...
The atmosphere in the reception room gradually changed from tranquility to impatience, and I drank one cup after another of fragrant tea without realizing it. This time, not only Ashoka was anxious, but even Shion, who was well-educated, also felt a little anxious.
"Um, where is Tosi?"
Seeing Ziyuan looking at him with a stiff smile, Xiaoqiu looked confused, so her sister Xiaodong took a step forward in time, leaned forward and pointed to the door:
"When you go out, turn left and it's twenty meters away."
"OK, thanks."
He stood up in a hurry, put on his shoes, and left the reception room quickly. Xiaoqiu looked at Ziyuan's back disappearing like a gust of wind, and couldn't help asking Xiaodong in a low voice:
"Dongsi, you should mean the toilet, right?"
Glancing at her sister with an expressionless expression, Xiaodong asked instead, "I usually ask you to learn more etiquette knowledge from the princess, but you don't listen, and now you ask me?"
"Such an ancient vocabulary, no normal person would still use it..." Before he could finish his words, the corner of his eye caught Ashui looking intently into his own eyes, he quickly stopped talking and smiled coquettishly.
The sound of flushing water sounded, Ziyuan adjusted her sleeves, and when she felt that there was nothing wrong, she walked out of the toilet with a comfortable look on her face.
But before leaving, I couldn't help but turn around and look at this "Dongsi" which looked like a log cabin but had modern facilities inside, and secretly sighed:
'The flush toilet is indeed a piece of exquisite craftsmanship.'
'When this crisis is over, it will be necessary to build another one for the shrine.'
After the thought fell, Ziyuan planned to go back, but suddenly there was a faint groan in her ears, accompanied by words such as "help", "spare me"...
Her heart stirred, thinking that someone was in danger, her face froze, and she ran towards the place where the sound came from without thinking.
After rushing to the target room, Ziyuan carefully put her ear against the door.
Just listen, there are constant vibrations in the room, and the women's pleading and crying come and go, as if they are being tortured, but the tone... sounds a bit strange.
Since she was a child, her mother taught her that she should have a righteous mind. Faced with this kind of injustice, Ziyuan kicked open the door without thinking, and at the same time shouted at the top of her voice:
"Someone is coming! There is someone here... Huh?"
In the middle of shouting, the sight he saw in his eyes made his words stop abruptly, because Ziyuan saw a man and woman naked and entangled together, and they all cast their stunned gazes over.
This doesn’t seem to be abusing others, does it?
Tilting her head, the innocent girl didn't understand what the man and woman were doing, but seeing no signs of abuse on the woman, she couldn't help but curiously asked:
"What are you doing?"
…
"Master Lei Luo, I'm really sorry. Master Ziyuan is still young and has lived in a shrine for a long time and is not familiar with the world. Please forgive me if I have offended you..."
In the reception room, Zuho looked embarrassed, bowed his head, and kept saying apologetic words to Lei Luo and his wife who were sitting opposite.
The look on Lei Luo's face was very ugly. He tugged at the kimono on his body, stared at the innocent-looking Ziyuan for a while, and forced two words out of his mouth:
"fine."
At this time, Guanghui also adjusted his condition.
First, he glanced behind him and signaled Xiaoqiu Xiaodong, who was combing his hair, to step back. Then he put down the towel to wipe his face and said calmly:
"Are you Shion?"
Noticing that Guanghui's eyes were full of scrutiny, Ziyuan hummed softly.
"Your clan of mikos from the Kingdom of Demons, that is, the daimyo clan, is a distant relative of my clan. Meeting us today more or less fulfills one of my childhood dreams..."
"To tell you the truth, I have always been very curious about the existence of witches. What kind of magic do you know?"
Hearing this, Lei Luo glanced at Hui and suddenly felt that the other party's purpose in urging him to accept Minato's commission might not be simple.
At least...it's not just for Linglong.
On the other side, Ziyuan did not answer in a hurry. She lowered her head and was silent for a while, her face a little gloomy. After a long time, Fang said seriously:
"I can... foresee the death of others."
It is obvious that Shion is not satisfied with his abilities.
In other words, very disgusted.
But Guanghui didn't care much about Ziyuan's feelings. A look of surprise flashed across his face, and he asked curiously:
"Predict the death of others? Can you predict my death?"
Ziyuan frowned slightly and stared at Guanghui for a while, then slowly shook her head as if she had expected it:
"My ability only works on people who are close to me."
The implication is simply that it cannot be done.
"What about me?" Unconsciously, Lei Luo also joined in the fun. Ziyuan felt helpless, but she did not refuse. She opened her eyes again and stared at Lei Luo closely.
Unexpectedly, this time, the situation has changed.
"you will die."
Her face changed slightly, and Ziyuan looked a little scared. She just said one sentence, then quickly closed her eyes and bit her lips tightly, as if she didn't want to review the scene she just saw.
Death? I can die?
Looking at Ziyuan suspiciously, Lei Luo had a question mark on his face. He instinctively felt that the other party was a liar, so he simply smiled and asked:
"When? Where? How did I die?"
"I don't know the specifics. I only know... your death is very strange. There are obviously no wounds on your body, but you are dead. That feeling, death..."
"I can't be wrong!"
Speaking of this, Ziyuan was a little excited. Lei Luo and Guanghui looked at each other, not knowing how to deal with it.
Assuho, on the other hand, seemed to have recalled something, a ray of sadness flashed across his face:
"Master Lei Luo, Master Ziyuan's predictions have never been wrong. My companions and I have confirmed this point countless times."
Lei Luo looked at Ashui strangely: "What do you mean by this? Do you want me to prepare for the funeral in advance?"
"Your understanding is essentially correct, but what I want to say more is..." Ashoh took a deep breath, and said calmly like an old monk who has seen through the world of mortals:
"Everyone is bound to die. All we can choose is what we want to die for, and...whether our death is meaningful."
"My companions and I came here to protect Master Shion and have killed many, many people in battle, but we are not afraid." Looking at Shion tenderly, Ashho said calmly:
"Let Master Shion survive, that is the meaning of our death."