I nodded. This was the handwriting he had left behind. If that woman hadn't gotten on the bus, we probably wouldn't have seen it.
"Let's get going without delay."
Time waits for no one.
I understand this principle very well.
I grabbed the girl's hand and immediately led her into this most familiar house.
There was indeed no light on it. I remember very clearly that there was a huge fluorite inside illuminating the outside.
Otherwise, the house wouldn't be so bright inside and out, and this should be the only source of energy for the Blue Armor.
Soon, we arrived at the door. The girl paused for a moment, then looked up at the iron door of the sunken compass house.
"That blue armor should still be there, right..."
The girl spoke softly, her whole demeanor showing some hesitation.
I am well aware that this thing is quite unfamiliar to us.
Because we haven't been to Lanjia for so long, we don't know what he's been through or if he's still at home.
We are all unaware of this, and we have never had any means to contact Blue Armor again.
By this time, they were already somewhat strangers.
I don't even know what I should say to Lan Jia if I see him again.
Although I don't know for sure, I'll guess that this guy is probably out there again doing his so-called chivalrous deeds.
To be honest, although he said before that he was staying here for his friends or for some kind of obsession, now I think he was just doing it to satisfy his own selfish desires.
He lured these people into his house and then, through letters and contracts, completely controlled them.
If I'm not mistaken, it's Xiao Yuan, the son of Fatty Zhou, who we visited at the Riverside Hotel before.
They were likely unknowingly forced to sign the contract held by the blue-armored man.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so weak and collapsed.
She suddenly fell seriously ill, and Zhou Pangzi himself was perfectly healthy. How could his child suddenly have a disease?
So I also feel that although this Blue Armor always does things with the attitude of helping others, in reality, the things he does are all harmful to people.
At least among the few people I've met, Lan Jia is definitely not a completely good person.
Or rather, he could be described as a guy who's done all sorts of bad things.
Thinking about this reminds me of the flower left behind by that woman from the Blue Armor Sect.
Although I pulled one off the motorcycle, the one we saw on the bearded man's car was by no means a coincidence.
Otherwise, how could that woman be taking so many rides everywhere? It's too much of a coincidence, too frequent, isn't it?
The thought of this immediately put me on alert.
"Yiyi, what do you think of this white flower..."
I mentioned this to the girl, and even felt that what I had in my backpack was really too unlucky.
"Brother, are you sure we want to keep this flower?"
The girl, with a hint of doubt in her voice, slowly spoke.
I know she has some aversion to this kind of thing.
And what about me? But if we don't ask Lan Jia about this now, I think it will be very difficult to find out its origin.
"Yes, we have to get to the bottom of this!"
And we, standing right in front of this door, once again felt a sliver of sunlight.
The sunlight here is indeed more abundant than before.
I figured this must be something related to refractive index again.
We've been influenced by this refractive index time and again, so we're pretty much experts in this area.
At least I think I know this stuff pretty well.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be wandering around in here for so long.
Ever since I stopped in this area, I've felt something strange. Why are there so many houses that have suddenly appeared around here, but not a single pedestrian?
When we arrived here exhausted, Blue Armor came over very generously and extended a warm invitation to us.
Based on my analysis, he shouldn't be able to leave here for long, after all, he told us that there are scabies mites in this area.
In other words, the existence of this thing made Lan Jia even more wary of them, so he naturally wouldn't go too far from home and would only help some people in distress here.
Just as I was about to push open the door, I felt as if the water flow had suddenly stopped.
Even when we took those few steps this way, we couldn't feel any water flowing under our feet.
This is clearly a deeper area than the shallow one we just passed, so why isn't there even the slightest movement of water?
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that when we first met Lan Jia, the water flowing under his feet seemed to be constantly moving away.
He brushed it off at the time and didn't give us a proper explanation.
At least in my opinion, the thing beneath his feet hadn't changed at all.
It can only be said that the water underfoot seemed afraid of its footprints, constantly trying to seep outwards.
At that moment, I suddenly realized that the ground beneath our feet seemed to have a similar effect.
"Lightning Strike Sword, you should still remember it, right?!"
I quickly called out to Lei Jijian. To be honest, he probably had a much deeper impression of this strange phenomenon.
Lei Jijian immediately moved and used telepathy to tell me about this thing; he remembered it very clearly.
I looked at the houses around me, and in the distance, some reefs. Could it be that this place has a special geographical environment because of the surrounding rocks?
Otherwise, the Lan family wouldn't have needed to cultivate a unique function in their feet to avoid water.
This water naturally contains oxygen.
At least when it comes to breathing, there's absolutely no need to think about it.
Then I glanced at the large piece of iron on top, which looked like an iron rod, completely stuck there. Next to it were some seaweed of varying quality. At first, when we saw this scene, we all felt that it was full of vitality.
But now it looks almost entirely lifeless.
"Brother, is Lan Jia really still staying in this place?"
Why do I feel like he's already left this place?
I think this blue-armored individual might not even be in this Sunken Compass House anymore!
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