Panguan

After hearing what he said, Xia Qiao remembered what Wen Shi said to him before he entered the cage, "Who treats you like a puppet", and he lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

When he raised his head again, he silently took the porridge that Zhang Biling put aside, and drank it honestly.

...

They thought they would really have to wait a year or even five or six years...

But no.

They really only waited twelve days.

***

The late night of August 23 was no different from every previous night.

Zhang Biling filled their stomachs with hot porridge in the kitchen. Xia Qiao was replaced to take a bath, Zhou Xu came out of the room briefly, and sat on the armrest of the sofa in the living room to answer Zhang Lan's voice.

In the middle of speaking, he was suddenly taken aback for no reason, as if he had lost his mind.

Zhang Lan asked a few words without getting a response, and even said "Hello" several times.

In the last question, Zhou Xu blinked and came back to his senses. As if he had some perception in the dark, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the name chart hanging on the wall.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed somewhere in the name spectrum map, just like the shadow of lights passing by outside while driving.

Zhou Xu opened his mouth and fell into a kind of unbelievable confusion.

It took several seconds before he finally realized that the light came from the top of the name spectrum. That is the beginning of all offspring, the beginning of the Judge.

There is a name there, and the red pen marks the death, which has been silent for more than a thousand years. Until this moment, it really lit up.

That's...untouchable.

"I--"

Before the ending sound came out, Zhou Xu had already rushed to the room.

Because of his haste, he tripped over the arm of the sofa, knocked over the brass ornaments on the high chair, and staggered on the floor again.

In such a split second, Bu Ning had already taken the dominant position.

He held the door frame and stabilized his figure when he stepped into the door.

... Fortunately, I helped.

Because when he raised his eyes, he saw that Chen Dao had woken up and was sitting by the bed.

The white jade hairpin that he used to use back then has long since been lost, and his long hair hangs down, most of it is behind his back, and some slipped down his shoulders, hanging down in the folds of his robe.

The headlights in the bedroom were off, only the bed headlights were on.

Chen Bubu raised his right hand under the lamp, looking at the bead strings and red thread wrapped around his wrist.

Perhaps it was because his skin was too pale, his fingers looked longer than before, and they were bony, making the thread wrapped around his wrist dazzlingly red.

"Master..." Bu Ning said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up from a dream.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt himself being bumped.

"Why—" Zhang Biling and Xia Qiao, who were dripping water, hurried over when they heard the movement behind them. They wanted to ask about the situation, but they fell silent in the middle of speaking.

"Master Patriarch?" Xia Qiao called out in a daze. After a while, as if he was making sure for someone, he called out again: "Master Patriarch! Master Patriarch...are you awake?"

Dust turned around.

The light reflected on his side face, and his eyes took a step away before moving away from his wrist. When she turned around, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were dark.

Bu Ning was stunned.

In all his memories from childhood to adulthood, Chenbu was always good-natured. Although they were all afraid of him and in awe of him, even though that kind of good temper carried a sense of distance that didn't care about mundane and trivial matters. But in their cognition... Dust has never had such an expression.

Even if they do stupid things, they should be controlled. He also just suppressed his smile and faded his expression.

That's enough to scare them.

He had never seen anything as dusty as this moment.

He subconsciously began to be afraid, but more sad.

"It's time to smell it." Chen Dao looked at them.

His tone was not heavy, but his voice was low and hoarse because his main body had been asleep for thousands of years without opening his mouth.

Everyone froze.

An eerie silence spread across the room, suffocatingly dull.

Bu Ning and the others seldom looked directly into Chen's unseen eyes since they were young, and it was better when they were bigger. But at this moment, the feeling of guilt and fear that was often felt in childhood swept over.

He turned his eyes away, not daring to see what Chen couldn't see.

"Junior brother..." Bu Ning became dumb after saying a few words, not knowing how to continue.

Thus, a longer silence fell.

Bu Ning didn't look up, just stared at Chen Bubu's shadow on the ground. Even if you don't look at him, you can feel that Master is angry.

It is the kind of blame that is extremely deep, heavy, and distressing, that is about to explode but no one can explode.

Perhaps because he couldn't bear the uncomfortable atmosphere, Xia Qiao suddenly opened his mouth and said without beginning and end: "I will come out."

After finishing speaking, he was silent for a second, and then repeated earnestly: "My brother will come out. Grandpa said that Wuxiangmen belongs to my brother's reincarnation exclusively, and he will come out."

He has gone through so many rounds, how could he miss the appointment this time?

Just need to wait.

Zhang Biling asked softly: "He... How long did the old ancestor Wenshi use it last time?"

Xia Qiao was silent for a moment: "25 years."

When this sentence fell, Chen Dao had already spread his palms towards Bu Ning: "Did you bring those divination things?"

Bu Ning was stunned for a moment, because it was said that Patriarch Chen was not proficient in everything except hexagrams.

It's missing a little bit of natural acuity. So even their relatives and disciples knew that he would never divination in person.