Chapter 90: Reading ten thousand books.
Old Man Chen didn't rush to answer her. His gaze swept over her and "Yun Xianqing" before he said, "Ask if the Sorrowful Umbrella is going to be a gift to the Demon Lord."
Meng Chiwan nodded in agreement.
Old Man Chen suddenly laughed, his white beard swaying up and down as he said, "Then why don't you offer your companion to the Demon Lord? Perhaps he will be even happier."
Meng Chiwan immediately realized something was wrong and looked at Old Man Chen warily, while the turmoil in her storage bag was about to erupt.
Old Man Chen seemed to relax, his smile seemingly full of meaning yet also seemingly meaningless: "Young lady should know what I mean. The current Demon Lord's favorite companion is someone like you."
thing.
Meng Chiwan frowned. This old man Chen spoke in a really strange tone; he was certainly not simple.
His words clearly indicated that he knew exactly who her so-called companions were. As for anything more… Meng Chiwan dared not gamble.
"You're unwilling to tell me about the Meng family in Beijing and the matter of the mournful umbrella, is that right?" Meng Chiwan's voice turned cold, each syllable seemingly mixed with tiny shards of ice.
Old Man Chen asked, "What do you think his reaction would be if you presented him with the Umbrella of Mourning on his birthday?"
Meng Chiwan did not answer, waiting for him to continue.
Fortunately, Old Man Chen was indeed not waiting for her answer. Seeing her cold expression and smiling face, he answered to himself, "You and your companions may not be able to leave the Demon Realm alive."
Meng Chiwan paused, then realized that the Questioning Umbrella might have some unresolved connection with Mu Qi, and asked, "What is the relationship between the Questioning Umbrella and Mu... the Demon Lord?"
Seeing that she was finally willing to speak, Old Man Chen answered quickly: "Of course there is a connection. But do you think the Demon Lord would inexplicably have a grudge against something?"
Without much thought, Meng Chiwan already knew the answer in her heart.
Mu Qi probably has a grudge against the Meng family in Jingtai.
Old Chen noticed the subtle change in her expression and knew that she had figured out the key point: "If you want to investigate the Meng family in Jingtai, you are going against the Demon Lord. Even so, do you still want to investigate?"
Going against the Demon Lord? What's the big deal?
Meng Chiwan said, "I want to know the whereabouts of the Umbrella of Sorrow."
Old Chen smiled, a smile that seemed to contain many things, fragmented and scattered, like snow falling in his pupils.
Finally, under Meng Chiwan's expectant gaze, he said, "If you want to know the whereabouts of the Sorrowful Umbrella, you can, but I have a request."
Meng Chiwan said, "But you just said that if there's anything I need your help with, I can just ask."
Old Chen's smile turned bitter: "It's me... I really have no other choice."
As he spoke, he pushed Chen Yuanxing into the room and closed the door under Chen Yuanxing's reluctant gaze.
He then continued, "Yuanxing should have already told you that the reason I went to the Desolate Abyss was to gather herbs for him. But he probably doesn't want to tell you what disease he has."
Meng Chiwan nodded; she was indeed curious about what illness Chen Yuanxing had.
Old Chen sighed, his mustache swaying forward in the wind: "Actually, it's not really an illness, but rather a miasma. Yuanxing was bullied by Shi Ye and his gang not long ago, and then somehow contracted the bone-corroding miasma. It's getting worse and worse, and a few days ago he almost left me behind."
Meng Chiwan racked her brains trying to figure out what the Bone-Corroding Miasma was, but couldn't find anything. She figured it was something that wasn't covered in the book she was reading.
Old Man Chen said, "But no matter what I do, I can't enter the Desolate Abyss. The miasma from the distant stars won't last more than a few days."
After he finished speaking, he looked up and stared straight at Meng Chiwan, his hopeful gaze laid bare.
Meng Chiwan calmly looked back, her lips slightly parted, and said, "You want me to enter the Desolate Abyss to find medicine for Yuanxing?"
This is asking too much. After all, once someone enters the Abyss of Desolation, no one can guarantee they will return alive.
Reason told her she shouldn't agree, but looking at Chen Yuanxing, she couldn't help but feel a pang of reluctance.
“I know this is asking the impossible, but I truly have no other choice. I can’t just watch Yuanxing die beside me. He’s so young. If I could exchange my life for his, I would be more than willing.” Old Chen’s face was tinged with sorrow, and the smile from before vanished from his words. “I know you’re unwilling, and no one would be willing either, but the reason I’m making this request to you is because…”
At this point, he slowly walked into the room and took out the painting that she hadn't been able to see before, handing it to Meng Chiwan.
But apart from that, there's nothing special about it.
Meng Chiwan silently put the scroll away and calmly looked at Old Man Chen.
Old Man Chen said, "The woman in the painting is the eldest daughter of the Meng family in Beijing and Taiwan."
He raised his finger, and a faint flame ignited at his fingertip, the flame sweeping towards the painting in his gaze.
Meng Chiwan looked focused, as if afraid of missing something.
The moment the firelight touched the painting, an unfamiliar symbol instantly unfurled in the air within it. It was like a symbol transformed from a flower.
Meng Chiwan felt that she had seen her before, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her for a moment.
"The clan emblem of the Meng family of Beijing and Taiwan," Old Man Chen said softly.
The fire slowly died down, without causing the slightest damage to the painting.
Meng Chiwan's gaze did not leave the unfamiliar symbol in the sky until it disappeared.
As the symbol disappeared, the flower stamen suddenly opened and closed briefly.
The sense of familiarity in Meng Chiwan's heart grew stronger and stronger.
Meng Chiwan said, "So what?"
This was not enough to persuade her to venture into such a dangerous place without hesitation.
A dark glint seemed to flash in Old Man Chen's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face at all: "Can't you tell what kind of flower this is?"
Meng Chiwan frowned but did not answer.
But Old Man Chen seemed to be asking casually and did not insist that she answer. So he did not wait for her reply and said, "You want to ask about the Sorrowful Umbrella, and the Sorrowful Umbrella is in the Desolate Abyss."
Upon hearing this, Meng Chiwan was indeed skeptical and said, "How do I know if you're lying to me?"
Old Man Chen seemed to have anticipated her response, and with a knowing look, he pulled out something and gestured for Meng Chiwan to look at it.
Meng Chiwan looked over and saw that Old Man Chen had a faded bronze token in his rough hands, with a symbol engraved on it.
It was the same symbol that Meng Chiwan had just seen.
Meng Chiwan finally managed to recall what kind of flower it was.
She asked, "How did you come to have the Token of the Nightmare?"
Upon hearing the words "Tu Yan Ling," Old Man Chen's cloudy eyes finally turned directly to her: "You know about Tu Yan Ling... then how come you don't know what kind of flower it is?"
Meng Chiwan's expression remained completely calm, utterly composed: "The Tu Yan Flower. My silence doesn't mean I don't know."
How did you find out?
The answer is: Read ten thousand books, and you will know everything from astronomy to geography.
Author's Note: My migraine is acting up again... I really can't write anymore, so that's all for today... [melted]
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