Chapter 22: The Four

Tarona did not notice that Zhui Ming's eyes had become a little strange. Her attention was all on Wuqing. Firstly, it was because the [Blood Nun] was unwilling to take her eyes off the child who had been lost and found again, and secondly, it was because Wuqing shared a piece of news with her that she had not noticed before.

Two monks from other places who were not influenced by the Immortal Mother.

The witch's five fingers on the table tapped unconsciously in an orderly manner. This was a little movement she used to do when thinking.

Are there any humans who are not affected by the anomaly?

Yes.

The Destiny Child is one of them.

But there are only four sons of luck in this world, and the two monks from other places are not among them, so there is only one possibility left -

They have accumulated a great deal of merit.

Merit is a good thing. For officials like Tarona, merit is the most desirable reward.

It can increase one's cultivation and is also the most solid life-saving talisman.

If this is the case, then it is normal that these two monks from other places are not affected by the Immortal Mother.

But it would be better to go and take a look. She had been so focused on investigating the anomaly that she had forgotten to scan the monks in the temple.

Tarona thought for a moment and said, "Delay will lead to changes. Wuqing, you will have a hard time tonight, so don't sleep. I will take you there."

It seemed as if Wuqing was the only person in the conversation.

The Great Witch reacted only after he had finished speaking. No matter what, she should have followed Zhui Ming. There were four living people in the room, and she only saw Wuqing from beginning to end.

Tarona, feeling uneasy, opened the vest card panel and saw that the synchronization rate had gone up again and was now 23.2%.

Wuqing happened to think the same thing. He looked at Zhui Ming and asked, "Do you need to rest?"

He saw that his face did not look very good, probably because of working day and night. Now was not the most critical time, so he should take time to rest if he could.

"Okay, just be careful."

Zhui Ming understood what he had to say. He was indeed tired. He had just vomited and was even more exhausted. Now that he saw the bed, he wanted to lie down and take a nap. Since the senior brother and Lady Luo had said so, he had no objection. After all, he probably wouldn't be of any use if he went there. It would be better for him to conserve his energy and wait for the next step.

The eldest senior brother also said in the letter that Madam Luo would not interfere in the cases they were investigating, she only caught monsters.

Gold Sword and Silver Sword always followed their own young master's lead. Things like this are easier to handle with fewer people. What if they go and cause trouble? It would be better for them to wait in the inn.

With Madam Luo around, they feel relieved.

In less than ten days, Lady Luo had already occupied a certain position in the hearts of the three Wuqing people and gained a certain trust.

Tarona was very satisfied and felt that it was worth it for her to be a free nanny.

Now that we have discussed it, let's set off immediately.

But there is a new problem -

How did Wuqing get by?

Let him turn into a cat. He seemed even more embarrassed in front of Zhui Ming.

Don't turn into a cat. He can't go there in a wheelchair, as that might slow down the progress of both of them.

Yifan is not in Jizhou Prefecture now, and no one can guarantee when he will come back.

Tarona looked at Wuqing, who had an embarrassed look on his face, and suddenly an impulse surged in her heart. Before she could analyze the full meaning of this impulse, her body preceded her brain and flew towards Wuqing like a gust of wind.

Zhui Ming and the two sword boys only felt a black shadow flash past their eyes, and a breeze with a slightly cold fragrance brushed their faces. When they looked carefully, they saw that there were only three of them in the guest room, and the wheelchair that Wuqing always carried with him.

Zhui Ming slowly widened his eyes, surprise almost overflowing from his eye sockets.

Madam Luo, are you...taking his senior brother away?

…

Yes, Wuqing was taken away.

Not to mention Zhui Ming and the others, even he himself was at a loss for words until he heard the whistling wind passing by his ears and the magnificent temple was already in sight. Only then did the captain, whose brain had been frozen, react belatedly -

He was held by Lady Luo.

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, Wuqing felt like he was set on fire. In an instant, his slightly pale face turned red, and his earlobes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

The black and white nun held the young man, who was half a head taller than her, in her arms. The cold fragrance of unknown flowers filled the young man's nostrils. She ran at full speed on the rooftops that were connected in a line.

Each step was so light that it made no sound. The wings-like skirt and the mist-like veil blended naturally into the night.

Along with the young man whom she held tightly in her arms, they all melted into the hazy darkness.

The nun landed outside the cell where the monks rested, holding her child. The sound of her landing was no louder than that of a fallen leaf hitting the ground.

She whispered softly in the young man's ear: "We are here."

The ruthless eyes were somewhat dazed, the darkness covered his blushing face very well, the woman's ethereal and soft voice slipped into his brain, and the chief constable stiffened slightly.

He deceived himself by thinking: Fortunately, Ms. Luo can't see it.

...He shouldn't have hesitated for that moment. What if he did it in front of his junior fellow apprentice? It's better to become a cat than now.

The person holding him noticed immediately: "What's wrong? Cold?"

She had clearly set up the barrier, so how could the wind blow onto Wuqing?

Then she saw a big constable with a red face, who was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground, or even more wanted to escape from the planet overnight.

Oh, in this world, men and women are not allowed to touch each other.

But what does this have to do with a crazy mother?

The nun in black and white was still holding her crippled child steadily. Her eyes cast an all-around view of the temple, inside and outside. In an instant, she found the two foreign monks living in the northernmost cell.

There were only two of them in that compartment.

"Close your eyes."

Wuqing closed his eyes in a rather self-destructive manner.

After spending many days together, he has noticed the occasional sudden changes in Ms. Luo. Under these changes, Ms. Luo would become somewhat overbearing, doing whatever she wanted without much consideration for their feelings.

...as if it was caused by some past experience.

Based on his many years of experience, that experience was most likely not a good one.

A pulling force coming from all directions "grabbed" them, and the young man's thoughts were forced to interrupt. He frowned uncomfortably and his head felt a little dizzy.

"alright."

Before the dizzy feeling completely permeated his brain, the pulling force disappeared. When Wuqing opened his eyes again, they were already outside a private room.

It was a remote and quiet place. There were no lights on in the house, and only the sound of two gentle breathing could be heard, complementing the sounds of the wind and swaying leaves outside.

"Ms. Luo..."

Wuqing spoke with difficulty, not daring to look at the woman holding him: "You, this... Men and women should not touch each other, this is bad for your reputation... I can turn into a cat."

Don’t do this next time, he really can’t bear it.

The black and white nun tilted her head and responded to her child indifferently: "Okay."

But I will dare to do it next time.

——Mother’s arms are the safest.

The captain of the police, who was always willing to keep his promise, had never expected that Ms. Luo, who gave them such a sense of security, would be such a cheating person. When he heard her agree, he slowly relaxed his breath.

Tarona stood at the door holding Wuqing. He had no hands to knock, so he used magic instead.

Boom boom boom.

After three loud noises, the atmosphere in the room changed.

After a while, the sparse sound of dressing could be heard again.

"Who is it?"

The old monk asked as he put on his monk's robes and got out of bed.

He thought that the monks in the temple had something urgent to ask him, but the voice that answered him was a woman's: "Good night, Master. We are sorry to bother you so late at night. Please forgive us."

The old monk paused as he was about to touch the oil lamp. A look of suspicion and a hint of deep fear appeared on his face.

The woman outside the door seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "Master, don't worry. We are not on the same path as the Immortal Saint Mother, and we are not influenced by her."

She paused and said, "Your apprentice has seen us."

The old monk then remembered that his young disciple had mentioned that not long ago a female donor asked him about the origin of the Immortal Mother, saying that she wanted to...

"Seek medical advice and medicine to find peace of mind."

This is cruel.

Squeak——

The door opened.

The old monk did not light the oil lamp. He used the moonlight to see clearly the people outside the door. They were two female donors. One of them had difficulty walking and was being carried by the other female donor.

And this female donor holding the person...

The old monk took one look and his heart began to beat like thunder and his back felt cold.

This woman is not a human being!