This time, I chose to refuse directly. Ji Xinglan has deceived me many times already. I have no reason to trust someone who can even deceive my own memories.
At that moment, I remembered what Luo Tianhe had told me before: in critical moments, you can trust Lao Dao and you can trust Ant.
As for others, well, forget about them.
I disconnected the visual sharing, and here, a new entrance reappeared. I thought about it and jumped right in.
"Master, you were right to cut off contact. That woman is no good!"
After I completely cut off contact, Lei Jijian jumped out to explain to me.
I nodded. Lei Jijian was right; this woman was really too dangerous.
I have never seen such a perverted woman. In order to deceive me, she can even tamper with my memories. She clearly does not have a soul, but she can pretend to be very emotional.
Anyway, I can't do that.
"By the way, Master, it seems you still have that booklet! Please take a look!"
The lightning sword reminded me once again that when I was gambling directly, I had Ji Xinglan stand behind those people, and to make it easier to observe, I had Ji Xinglan's booklet on my body.
"It's not a complete loss, even though I was scammed, at least I got some good stuff!"
Looking at this thing in my hand, I instantly felt less upset.
I opened the booklet and looked at it. Strangely, the booklet has changed.
What was originally the Lin family compound has now become the He family compound.
"The He Family Compound? Isn't this He Feilong's house?"
I couldn't help but make a comment.
I'm very familiar with the He residence; I almost lost my life there.
"It seems that these two families are indeed connected!"
I took a deep breath, put the booklet away, and continued walking along the road ahead.
The road is long, but the entrance is narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time.
I remember this passageway was somewhat like the one in Fatty's house.
The only difference is the pattern on it.
"Lei Jijian, do you still remember those things about the He family?"
I turned around and asked Lei Jijian.
I heard Luo Tianhe mention it before; Luo Tianhe's father was going to destroy the gods.
"Master, I will never forget the harm the He family did to me. I haven't told you before, but in fact, as long as I have the chance, I will definitely find a way to destroy the He family!"
Lei Jijian's tone was filled with hatred, a hatred that was completely undisguised.
As soon as Lei Jijian finished speaking, I saw the little thing's body twitch.
Then, no matter what questions I asked, this guy just wouldn't say anything.
Seeing this, I understand now. This guy has probably encountered some kind of punishment, something like divine retribution.
"Forget it, I'll rely on myself!"
I shook my head and gripped the Thunder Strike Sword tightly. At that moment, I seemed to understand why the Thunder Strike Sword had always been so stingy with me before, unwilling to say anything.
It seems that it wasn't that Lei Jijian was unwilling to tell me, but rather that discussing this topic inherently carries significant risks.
It's understandable that Lei Jijian wouldn't mention these things.
As I sped up, I finally saw the light.
Just as I expected, what I was standing in front of was no longer the Lin family residence, but the He residence.
"Damn it, I'm back in this place again, what bad luck!"
I cursed, but luckily this time, I still had the booklet.
Just as I was about to step inside, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Brother Chen! We've finally found you! We've been looking for you for ages!"
When I turned around, I saw that it was actually Lao Dao and Ant, two brothers in misfortune.
I was quite shocked, because I couldn't figure out why these two people would be here.
After all, when I arrived, the two of them were sleeping in their room.
“I heard those teams calling you over, and Ant and I were a little worried, so we decided to go and see. Sure enough, after you went into the inner hall, you didn’t come out for a long time.”
The ant and I went inside to take a look; it was all ruins. We followed the ruins and then we saw you!
Old Dao spoke, panting heavily.
I stared at Lao Dao, and through my Heavenly Eye, I saw that Lao Dao's condition was similar to before.
It looks real, but it doesn't quite look real.
"Brother Chen, how are you doing? We were so worried about you. What about Ji Xinglan?"
Before Lao Dao could continue speaking, Ant spoke up.
I stared at the ant for a long time, and then scanned it with my Heavenly Eye. I sensed that familiar aura of the Great Dao within the ant's body.
Based on the current situation, this ant should be real, because everything else can be faked, but this kind of aura of the Great Dao cannot be faked.
"Old Knife, give me your hand!"
An idea immediately struck me, and I gave Old Knife a command.
If the aura of the greatsword on the ant cannot be faked, then the blood on the old knife cannot be faked either.
The characteristic of Old Knife is that his blood possesses extremely powerful energy, and it can also resonate with my power.
Old Dao paused for a moment, but then he understood my purpose. He walked up to me, pulled out the small dagger he was carrying without hesitation, and cut his hand.
I sensed the pure energy in Lao Dao's blood before nodding.
It seems that the old knife in front of me is genuine.
I told Lao Dao and Ants in detail what had happened between Ji Xinglan and me.
After hearing this, Lao Dao and Ant breathed a sigh of relief, feeling utterly incredulous.
"Damn this stinky wheat!"
Old Dao couldn't help but curse.
I patted Lao Dao on the shoulder, telling him to calm down.
Lao Dao then told me that Wu Xia, who was in the room, had also lied to him!
"Old Dao, Wu Xia would lie to you? That can't be right. This girl seems alright, a bit naive, doesn't seem like a bad person!"
My impression of Wu Xia is fairly good.
Aside from having a slightly large mouth and being a bit clumsy, he doesn't have any major flaws.
To be honest, I don't think this girl is likely to lie.
"Girl? What girl? That's a guy!"
Old Dao burst into tears at this point.
"Holy crap, this is Sichuan opera?!"
I was completely dumbfounded.
This is fucking Sichuan opera!
I feel a bit sorry for Lao Dao. Since I met him, I don't know how many times he's been through this.
That's fucking outrageous!
"Alright, Brother Chen, stop talking. I think I'm about the same!"
At this moment, the ant also spoke.
I watched the ant, waiting for his answer.
"You wouldn't happen to be a guy too, would you?"
Upon hearing this, the ant burst into tears.
"No, that's not it, but that woman doesn't look like that! Her face is fake! She looks more like me!"
When I heard the ant say this, I almost couldn't hold back anymore!
Good heavens, it looks almost like an ant, how incredibly abstract is that?
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