After hanging up the phone, Li Wei sat in the chair for a moment and reorganized the conversation in her mind.
The story of great-grandmother Jiang Wantang and her mysterious disappearance...
The reason why my grandma was spiritually suggested since she was a child...
And the unusual reaction of that jade-faced woman last night...
A strange gap in myths and legends...
These clues are like a tangled ball of wool. How can we sort them out?
It was obviously beyond Li Wei's mental capacity.
Therefore, she decided to give up and stop caring about these messy things.
[Everything, wait until Lao Gu wakes up and ask him! ]
......
As for that "dream" last night, Li Wei's curiosity about it was actually far greater than her fear.
After all, she could feel that the woman should not be hostile.
Her transformation stemmed from the names of the gods she had spoken in her past life...
If she had free time, Li Wei would really like to get closer to her and see if she could get some interesting information.
Or, find out whether she is a fellow time traveler.
However, at this time, Li Wei was in the big "rice jar" of Xinjiang.
She needs to focus on killing monsters and leveling up.
During this critical period, she didn't want to cause any trouble and waste precious development time.
Moreover, Li Wei's philosophy of doing things has always been simple and rough - to crush with an invincible attitude and force all the monsters to expose themselves.
She is not very interested in exploring mysteries or seeking the truth.
Li Wei gave up the interference of the side quests and returned to the main story with a clear mind and a good spirit.
She staggered out of the communications room, walked with a bowed gait like a street urchin, and returned to Barrack 17.
I opened the door, but still no one was there.
Li Wei then remembered that she originally wanted to comfort Qin Lan.
I'm really worried.
She closed the door casually, complaining in her heart as she walked towards the 19th Army's training ground.
But when she arrived at her destination, she found that it was more of a huge open-air warehouse than a training ground.
Military supplies of all sizes and types were piled up like mountains, covered tightly with thick army green canvas.
Looking at the thick layer of dust on the canvas surface, I wonder how long it has been left here without anyone taking care of it.
Li Wei walked between the hills of supplies, turning around and around for two or three minutes, and finally saw an open space the size of a basketball court.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
In the middle of the open space, Qin Lan, wearing a short training uniform and holding a standard long sword, repeated the most basic sword-thrusting movements over and over again.
There was no method, no technique, just pure, all-out stabbing.
Sweat had already soaked her front and back, sliding down her arms and chin, leaving dark marks the size of coins on the dry ground.
At this moment, her eyes were empty, her movements were mechanical, and she had a ruthless determination to burn herself out, as if she was tireless.
......
Li Wei stopped and stood in the shadow of the pile of goods. She didn't make a sound, didn't disturb anyone, just watched quietly.
More than twenty minutes later, there was a crisp "clang" sound.
The muscles in Qin Lan's forearms seemed to spasm, and she could no longer hold the hilt of the sword.
As the sword fell, her whole body seemed to have all its bones pulled out, and she fell straight backwards and landed heavily on the ground.
She did not struggle to get up, but lay on her back on the ground, looking at the gray sky with empty eyes.
Her chest heaved violently and she gasped for breath like a dying fish.
Suddenly, a shadow covered the dim sky.
Qin Lan turned her eyes with great effort, and happened to meet Li Wei's bright almond eyes.
Looking at the person who came, she was slightly stunned, then she pulled the corners of her mouth and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
The two of them just stood there, one standing and the other lying down, staring at each other for a long time.
Maybe after three to five minutes, Li Wei suddenly stretched out her hand.
Qin Lan pursed her lips and stretched out her hand.
The two held hands, and Li Wei exerted force to pull Qin Lan up from the ground.
Looking at the shaved young woman who had regained some strength, Li Wei suggested, "Shall we talk?"
Qin Lan wiped the sweat from her face and nodded.
The two men came to the edge of the field and leaned against the fence.
Li Wei stared at Qin Lan's face, which was covered in sweat and dirt, and took the initiative to bring up the topic. Her voice was calm and frank: "Sister Qin, don't put so much pressure on yourself, and don't feel like you are dragging me down."
"There are some things I can't tell you."
Li Wei withdrew her gaze and looked up at the gray sky.
"But I can tell you very clearly that whether it was in the salient before or when I wanted to support the Arctic Alliance..."
“Everything I do is first and foremost for myself.”
At this point, Li Wei chuckled and looked a little embarrassed.
"Some of these words may not be pleasant to hear, but... I still have to say them."
"It's just a matter of convenience that I can help you."
"So, you don't have to feel any psychological burden, and don't feel like you owe me anything."
Qin Lan remained silent, with her head down, listening to Li Wei talking to herself.
Her expression didn't change much, but her tense shoulders seemed to relax a little unconsciously.
Wait until her breathing gradually becomes smoother and her strength recovers a little.
Qin Lan suddenly turned her head to look at Li Wei's delicate profile, and her hoarse voice carried a hint of unprecedented enthusiasm and seriousness.
"Can you teach me sword skills?"
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