"Master." Liang Si rubbed his head and sat up from the ground. His head still hurt, as if someone had piled his head on it like a drumstick to strike a bell, making a buzzing sound.
When he opened his eyes, he saw two bald monks, whose faces he recognized.
However, their bodies are currently in a very strange state.
"Are you awake?"
"Hmm." Liang Si looked back towards the source of the sound and saw his master sharpening a knife.
"Does something feel off?"
"I can't feel anything except my head."
"Mm," Wen Jingge responded.
Liang Si turned her head to the other side where the fire was burning, "Uncle-Master."
"Mm," Fan Zifan responded.
He continued to throw firewood into the stove, and the fire burned brightly, with steam boiling in the pot, filling the small space with heat.
He vaguely heard the sound of someone chopping wood, and he frowned in confusion: "Uncle Qu?"
Qu Weilai was sitting on the ground wiping his sweat when he heard the voice and paused for a moment: "Yes."
"What...do you want to do?"
"Put it in the pot," Wen Jingge said calmly.
Liang Si: "I..."
"Heavenly secrets".
"The secret is..." A sharp pain shot through my brain, as if someone had erased my memory. "Have I forgotten something?"
"Hmm." Wen Jingge nodded, then fell silent again, because two more memories had entered her mind.
One section is about Wang Xi's past and present lives, while the other is surprisingly about the fortune teller before his reincarnation.
She had a feeling that more than just these two faces had been given away in the killings. She had a premonition that the faces she had given away would one day return, and those who had taken her faces would be used by her.
"what's on your mind?"
Wen Jingge's every move attracted attention, especially after she successfully captured the two monks, which made Qu Weilai even more wary of her.
When he was still just NIO, Wen Jingge trusted him completely and dared to reveal her true feelings in front of him. But ever since he took Qu Xiu's body, that openness has disappeared.
"Your expression tells me you're hiding something." Qu Weilai continued chopping at the tree that seemed impossible to cut down, still holding the axe. "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't!"
Fan Zifan silently gathered the firewood and put it back into the stove. "How much longer do we have to cook this?"
"Master...can you take a look at my body? I remember now, I stepped on something and it turned into an onion."
“No.” Wen Jingge continued whittling a piece of bamboo in her hand. “You are still you, and no one can replace you.”
Why did he feel that his master was implying that he had been replaced by someone else at some point in his life?
"If you don't believe me, I'll ask your senior master."
"I know nothing. I'm just an alchemist."
Liang Si: ...
"Don't look at me! I'm tired too."
At this moment, Liang Si was speechless.
Just then, a bolt of lightning appeared on the highest floor, which shouldn't have been there.
"Here it comes." Wen Jingge looked at Qu Weilai expectantly: "Your chance to choose sides has come."
Qu Weilai: "We're practically from the same hometown, don't you even consider our friendship?"
“Before I became one of those two who didn’t show up, our starting points were incomparable; you were already considered an indigenous person.”
Qu Weilai: ...
"Fine!" he snorted, reluctantly picking up the axe from the ground. "Seriously, don't you have any reliable tools? It's always an axe or a hammer, and last time it was even a keyboard..."
"Mm." Wen Jingge nodded and took out a keyboard remotely. "I'll play a piece of music for you."
Qu Weilai couldn't help but think of the underwater illusion he had visited before. What sound did the keyboard make back then?
Is it a screaming chicken?
In his haste, he shut down his senses. The moment Wen Jingge started typing, he also unleashed his three-pronged attack, leaping through the air towards the small ball of lightning. Wen Jingge glanced at the keyboard in his hand, then at Qu Weilai, whose fighting prowess was utterly weak.
This person is just a healer; their damage output is poor.
Since we can't heal them, let's just poison them!
Fan Zifan, who was studying the elixir formula, saw Wen Jingge take out a dark, rat-like object and start poking at it.
Fan Zifan: "Junior sister, when did you make this new magic artifact? It can even add a layer to someone's cultivation?"
Qu Weilai was focused on battling lightning, and he was about to laugh and say, "Don't we look like the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess?" when he saw Wen Jingge's keyboard and mouse dancing wildly.
Crucially, his body was uncontrollably following Wen Jingge's rhythm to capture that bolt of lightning...
At that moment, he seemed to understand what he was.
Isn't he just a two-dimensional character from a game?
Damn it!
He sighed inwardly: She managed to pull it off again.
"Are you sure this thing is the secret of heaven?"
"It's uncertain, but your body can provide him with a certain degree of protection. We couldn't find it before, but we have now. No one in the world has a better body as a vessel than yours."
The secrets of heaven have no physical form and can only be hidden in other people's bodies. This is something Qu Weilai suddenly recalled when he successfully captured the souls of the two monks.
Qi Yun's slumber was closely related to the Heavenly Secrets. Qi Yun was at her strongest when she was asleep. Her abilities would gradually weaken and eventually disappear as she awoke. This is why she always used clones to descend to the mortal realm.
“Heavenly secrets have no physical form,” Wen Jingge reminded him. “This is something you once told me.”
"Then hurry up and type on the keyboard. If you're slow, I'm slow too. We've been trying to catch it for so long and still haven't caught it. Are you even capable?!"
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