Chapter 652 Warning

Ling Jiu had her long hair casually tied behind her head, a bag on her shoulder, and a huge suitcase in her hands.

The moment he reached the exit, he was frightened back by the three familiar faces in front of him. There was a hint of confusion on that free and handsome face.

What's going on? No one said they would come to pick him up.

Bu Yan waved enthusiastically, and the three of them returned to their residence with Ling Jiu, who was full of questions.

Ling Jiu's anxiety and fear finally settled down when he stepped into the solitary courtyard...

The gravel road flashed with various colors of light, leading from the door to the eaves, the crescent-shaped pond, the swaying and lush "morning light", everything looked beautiful.

Ling Jiu picked an empty room, put down his luggage and came out to chat.

The three of them had already sat down at the wooden table in the yard. Ling Jiu's face was still wet, probably because he had just washed his face but didn't wipe it off.

"Is this the painting you were talking about?" Ling Jiu came over and took a look.

"Yeah," Yun Mo nodded in response.

Ling Jiu's index finger brushed across the screen, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Hey, watch your hands, the painting is wet," Bu Yan shouted.

Ling Jiu pretended not to hear and continued to paint on the picture, muttering to himself.

Red spider lily... Hell flower... Cliff...

"Hiss..." He suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong?" Mo Mo suddenly looked up at him.

Bu Yan pressed his stomach and said, "It's okay, it seems like a cramp."

Mo Mo: ...I thought you saw something.

Ling Jiu tilted his head and suddenly caught Yun Mo's dark gaze. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Yun Mo sighed: "The hotel is equipped with a medical room, you can go check it out."

Ling Jiu's attention was originally on the painting, and he didn't care about this slightly sour feeling at all. But when he heard Yun Mo's words, he suddenly felt his legs tremble and he couldn't care less about anything else. He asked in a trembling voice, "Is there any hope for me?"

Yun Mo held her forehead speechlessly: "It's okay, it's most likely gallstones, just remove them, it's not a big problem."

Ling Jiu felt like he was reborn and breathed a sigh of relief.

Bu Yan patted Ling Jiu's shoulder and said happily, "Brother Jiu, have you cultivated the golden elixir during your recent retreat?"

Ling Jiu: ...

Mo Mo chuckled and said jokingly, "Taking out the golden elixir shouldn't hurt, it's all minimally invasive now..."

Ling Jiu: ...

Bu Yan continued like a joke teller, "It should be fine with anesthesia. I heard the nurses chatting the day before yesterday. They said there was a woman who had her Nascent Soul removed and it didn't hurt at all."

Ling Jiu: ...

"What are you talking about?"

"Where have you been lazing around all morning?"

Amid the rustling sound of a wheelchair, Puxi appeared in the yard, followed by another tall shadow.

"Instructor Lian, Dr. Pusi, why are you here together?" Yun Mo stood up and greeted them.

"I'd like to discuss the layout of the weapon bay of Gawag," Lian Yi said with a faint smile.

Puxi's wheelchair was pushed forward. "What's so special about this painting? Is it worth all of you to come and see it?"

"Is there any progress?" Lian Yi also asked.

Yun Mo looked at Ling Jiu and asked, "How do you feel?"

Ling Jiu thought carefully and responded, "There's a feeling... I can't describe it, a faint melancholy, mixed with a sense of discomfort."

The corners of Yun Mo's lips curled up. Yes, that was the feeling.

It seems that it is just as she expected. Only people from the Xuanmen can get this feeling.

Lian Yi's eyebrows also moved. What does this mean?

"By the way, wait a minute," Ling Jiu said, then quickly walked into the house and came out a moment later with four scrolls of paintings in his hands.

He handed one to Yun Mo and Lian Yi, opened the third one himself, and the last one was taken away by Mo Mo and Bu Yan.

Ling Jiu said to Yun Mo, "Take a look."

Yun Mo held the scroll up to the sunlight. "Same? Where did it come from?"

Ling Jiu nodded: "Yes."

"Last time you mentioned insomnia, I thought about it carefully and returned to my home planet. I found the four I collected back then. If I remember correctly, I bought them on the black market on the Europa asteroid..."

Ling Jiu chattered on and on, telling the story of how he got these paintings.

He added at the end: "But none of these four paintings have the same feeling as yours..."

Yun Mo shook her head: "No, it's not that there is none, it's just very faint", so faint that even Ling Jiu couldn't perceive it.

"What on earth is this?" The people in the yard exchanged the drawing papers and took turns to investigate.

After an hour, no conclusion was reached.

Ling Jiu pressed his abdomen again, "I can't do it anymore. I'd better go to the volunteer room first..."

"Let me accompany you," Mo Mo volunteered.

Before Ling Jiu left, he saw a bottle of water on the table, unscrewed the lid and wanted to drink it, but he didn't expect that the soreness in his abdomen made him choke.

"puff……"

Ling Jiu spat out a mouthful of water onto the table.

"Sorry, sorry." He hurriedly tried to wipe it off.

At this time, Mo Mo had one painting in his hand, Ling Jiu had two paintings in his hand, and Lian Yi was about to roll the last one together with Yun Mo's.

The four paintings came together like this, and flowing water droplets streaked across the paper.

Everyone watched helplessly as the painting shattered...

“Oh my god!”

"Ninth Brother..."

Four pairs of eyes looked over at once. Ling Jiu looked at his hands in panic, even subconsciously trying to catch the flying debris: "I, I didn't do anything."

"Don't move, listen"

At this moment, Lian Yi placed his big hands on Yun Mo and Ling Jiu's shoulders, with a calm and reliable aura.

"well……"

It was an old sigh.

The five people in the yard were on high alert and looked around.

At critical moments, the only Ke Ke worker is still reliable.

Pusi seemed to sense something. He pressed the side of the wheelchair and a beam of light came over.

The air seemed to be distorted, and a holographic three-dimensional projection appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Yun Mo looked at the back and subconsciously clenched her palms, not realizing what she was holding.

It’s him! It’s the figure in my dream.

Lian Yi moved his fingers slightly and his expression froze for a moment.

Puxi's wheelchair made a rustling sound, and the five people lined up in the yard, as if facing a great enemy.

The figure suddenly stood up and turned around.

(End of this chapter)