"Steamed buns, freshly steamed buns! Three cents a basket."
"Tanghulu, selling Tanghulu!"
"Come on, take a look! We've just released a new batch of jade jewelry..."
“…”
A familiar shouting sound came into Xiang Sheng's ears, and his scattered pupils suddenly became focused as he stood stiffly on the street.
The phantom pain of being shattered into pieces had not yet faded. After a brief moment of shock, she quickly regained her composure, looked around, and then limped away.
A moment later, at Chengji Tea Stall.
Xiang Sheng came over and sat down directly, "Auntie Cheng, give me a pot of coarse tea."
The woman who was boiling water was delighted when she saw Xiang Sheng, a stranger. She was about to pick up the blue and white porcelain teapot at hand, but when she heard the voice of "Auntie Cheng", the smile on her face instantly disappeared.
She reluctantly picked up another dusty teapot and came to the table. "Miss, coarse tea doesn't taste good. Our Chengji has a new product..."
"Auntie Cheng, your tea shop is notoriously bad."
Xiang Sheng looked at the woman with a half-smile, "You can't treat me as a fool."
The woman smiled awkwardly and placed the teapot on the table. "Miss, you know my tea tastes terrible, why are you still..."
Xiang Sheng smiled and took out ten copper coins and placed them on the table. "I've been feeling restless lately, and the bitter tea you have here is just the right thing to wake me up."
The woman's face darkened. "You look gentle, girl, but why are you so harsh with your words?"
She looked furious, took the money and left.
Xiang Sheng was happy to be alone. He lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea. He picked it up and took a sip. His mind instantly became clear.
It was indeed the cheapest Cheng's coarse tea, extremely astringent, bitter to the heart, and even the severe pain brought by another death seemed to have been reduced a lot.
She put down the teacup, looked at her reflection in the tea, slowly exhaled, and a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.
The time of death of Qingqiong and his mother was brought forward.
The death of Qingqiong and her son had undeniable consequences. Qingtian, consumed by grief and rage, became possessed by demonic power. He had no intention of questioning her further. With a single burst of rage, he crushed her and the surrounding buildings into dust in an instant...
Xiang Sheng rubbed his brows, expelled the scene of his second death from his mind, and his eyes returned to calmness.
The first time Qingqiong and his son died was at the hour of Mao the next morning.
The second time was at the evening of the previous day at 5:00 p.m., a full six hours earlier.
Why is this?
Could it be that with each cycle, the time of Qingqiong and his mother's death would be advanced by six hours?
That's not right either.
She looked up at the sun which was already setting in the west. Six hours earlier, it was the hour of Mao on the first morning.
It was noon now. If her speculation was correct, Qingqiong and his mother would have been dead for nearly three hours, and Qingtian would have destroyed everything in his madness.
But now the town is bustling with people coming and going, and it seems peaceful and harmonious. It is obvious that the guess was wrong.
Xiang Sheng's brows gradually furrowed.
Since the advance time is not fixed, there is only one possibility left.
There is a variable that can affect the time of death of Qingqiong and his mother, and she has unintentionally affected this variable.
But in the last cycle, she was clearly captured and locked up by Qingtian, and apart from getting some information from Chongshi, she didn't accomplish anything.
Will this also affect Qingqiong and his mother?
Or perhaps it was the first time she did something unintentionally, delaying the death of Qingqiong and his mother.
Qingqiong and his mother were supposed to die at the hour of You on that day?
Thinking of this, Xiang Sheng's eyes suddenly fixed.
It’s not difficult to solve this mystery.
She put down the cup and stood up to leave, not noticing that there was a pair of scrutinizing eyes behind her, always on her.
"eccentric……"
Cheng Luomei threw the rag on the table, put her hands on her hips, and her eyes were full of confusion.
She had never seen this girl in town before, so how could she know that the tea she made was unpalatable?
She was not a person who could use her brain. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and was too lazy to think about it any further.
Anyway, he's fine after drinking her tea. He shouldn't be from the ancient demon clan. If there is anything abnormal, there are other people to take care of it.
…
Xiang Sheng revisited his hometown and came to the dilapidated temple again.
"Old Pharmacist, I'm a wandering woman with limited funds. Could you please stay here for one night? I will always remember your kindness in taking me in."
After saying this, Xiang Sheng saluted solemnly with his fists clasped.
The old pharmacist Xue Yao quickly stepped forward to stop her. "Young lady, you are too polite. This dilapidated temple is a deserted place. I simply converted it into a pharmacy. If you don't mind, please feel free to do as you please."
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly: "As a child of the Jianghu, when you go out, it is a blessing to have a place to shelter from the rain. How can you despise it? I am sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome, young lady."
There were many patients in the dilapidated temple, all of them were poor people. After Xue Yao finished chatting with Xiang Sheng, he got busy again.
Xiang Sheng found a vacant space in the temple and sat down against the wall, his expression as calm as water.
This time, she planned to do nothing.
Let’s see, if she doesn’t interfere, when will Qingqiong and his mother die.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, the sun set.
Xiang Sheng looked at the sunset in the sky, and the suspicion in his eyes deepened.
The death of Qingqiong and his mother was actually brought forward because of her interference.
But she clearly didn't accomplish anything last time.
What is going on?
She couldn't figure it out.
On the other side, Xue Yao saw the lights on the street outside, and immediately put down the work at hand, gave some instructions to the little beggar, and left in a hurry.
It was already late at night when the little beggar finished boiling the remaining medicine and gave it to everyone.
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