Chapter 125
Qu Xing went to the hall to find Ling Yin, who was watching the video on his phone.
"Maybe this is where the cultists come from." Qu Xing sat over and looked closely at it with him: "I feel like UNG has more hidden things than EKN."
Ling Yin: "Why?"
Qu Xing shook his head. "I don't know, it's just a feeling. They're very stable, completely different from the training matches, and they don't seem to mind losing this time at all."
He said, then suddenly laughed: "UNG is so disrespectful to the World Championship that they actually allowed themselves to lose?"
Ling Yin scoffed, "Let him finish his speech here, and no one in the entire World Championship will dare to laugh."
Qu Xing narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to stare at him: "Then how dare you laugh, brother? Be serious, this is the World Championship."
Ling Yin returned his gaze to the phone screen: "I was born to love to laugh."
"I see, a semi-permanent smile..." Qu Xing looked down at his hands and asked in surprise, "Huh?"
Qu Xing quickly took the card in his hand and placed it on the table: "What is this? Thermal paper?"
Ling Yin glanced sideways, and faint handwriting appeared on it. This star had been playing with this card since yesterday, and his curiosity was extremely strong.
"It's so mysterious..." Qu Xing looked around while holding the card, and suddenly dropped Ling Yin's clothes with lightning speed.
Ling Yin: “Hiss——”
He pressed Qu Xing's hand on his stomach, feeling that this gesture was very similar to being assassinated suddenly: "You... murdered your husband?"
Qu Xing pressed the card through his clothes, warming it with Ling Yin's body heat, and said wickedly, "Hehe, that's right, I married you just for your money."
"When did you get married?" Ling Yin blinked: "How come I didn't know?"
Qu Xing: "We were married in our last life, have you forgotten?"
Qu Xing took out the card from his clothes. It might not be hot enough, but he could roughly see what the words said. It was in English, and the general meaning was: Holy water collection, every night at 19:00, on the basement floor, after the meal, everyone will get it.
There is also a stamp of their hotel on the back.
Ling Yin took one look and then moved away in disgust.
Qu Xing asked curiously, "Why did she give me this? What is holy water?"
Ling Yin: "I don't know."
Qu Xing recalled seeing a group of people cautiously carrying large jars downstairs. He assumed they were hotel guests like them, so perhaps they were the original residents of the building?
Qu Xing said excitedly: "Can we go down and take a look? I want to take a look, it's so mysterious! Brother, brother..."
"Ling Yin!" Qu Xing turned his face back.
Ling Yin: "You don't even know what they do. What if they kidnap you?"
"Really?" Qu Xing paused, holding his face.
Ling Yin curled his lips: "Yeah."
Qu Xing looked at Ling Yin's curved lips and narrowed his eyes: "Really?"
Lingyin starts at the beginning.
There was definitely no danger. The organizers would never send them to a dangerous place. And Qi Rui had said that day that it was just a strange restaurant.
But Ling Yin absolutely did not want to set foot in a religious community. Praying devoutly to a statue or portrait was out of the question; it would only make him feel uncomfortable. He had always shied away from temples since childhood. He couldn't feel the reverence in his heart, nor did he want to intrude and disturb other people's spiritual realms.
Xingxing was obviously not someone who would stay away from the unknown. She kept shaking him: "Go with me, go with me——"
After wandering for a while, Qu Xing saw Ling Yin starting to look away and pretend to be dead, and knew that he really didn't want to go. So he let go of his hand, rubbed his head, and said, "Okay, I'll ask Brother Qi Rui to accompany me."
?
Ling Yin immediately felt like he was being replaced and said, "I'll accompany you."
Qu Xing: "No, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable."
Ling Yin: "You just asked me to accompany you, why did you reject me?"
This Xiaoyin is so childish!
Qu Xing smiled secretly in his heart: "It's okay, you don't have to choose."
Ling Yin: “…”
Ling Yin said firmly: "I'll accompany you."
Qu Xing couldn't help laughing. If it weren't for the public, he would have held Ling Yin in his arms and kissed her fiercely. Raising his hand, he rubbed Ling Yin's thigh curiously: "Why are you like this? You are... simply, simply..."
Ling Yin: "What?"
"Will I still be able to discover new aspects of you when I'm eighty? Why are you so lovable? What should I do... I want to tear you apart and see, the inside must be made of colorful glass." Qu Xing was so fond of the cricket pupa that he felt uncomfortable and no matter how he said it, it would never be enough. He kept chattering, "I really love you to death. Fortunately, they didn't find you so cute, otherwise they would have liked you as much as I do. I am the only one in the world who likes you this much..."
Ling Yin lowered his eyes to look at him. The more he listened, the more curious he felt. Finally, he couldn't help laughing.
Qu Xing: "You weren't like this when I first met you. How come you're completely different now?" He leaned back in his chair with his hands on his chest and said, "Ouch, ouch, I can't take it anymore. Stop laughing."
He looked into the distance and muttered, "It's really no use. If someone likes another person this much, will they really not die?"
Ling Yin smiled and pinched his lips with two fingers: "I won't die. I'll bite you again."
Qu Xing turned her head to avoid his hand and said with a smile: "Are you mad at that missionary? Why are you so cute today?"
There is always a hint of childishness when he speaks.
"I'm not angry." Ling Yin said, "I just don't like things to be too serious."
Qu Xing raised the end of his eyebrows, curled his lips and turned to look at him: "You don't like being serious?"
Ling Yin: "I don't like fanatical seriousness."
Qu Xing savored the meaning of "fanatic seriousness." Perhaps it was the solemnity evoked by the missionary's demeanor and tone—he elevated what was generally considered an honorable destination to the highest level, and not only did he treat it as supreme, but he also demanded, like a monastic, that the steps toward that goal must be neither light nor playful, without any second thoughts, but solemn and without joking.
Some people are just born serious. People like Ling Yin might just be born to reject seriousness.
No wonder I don't want to go to religious places. They are full of "fanatic seriousness".
Qu Xing: "Is it because you feel constrained?"
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
"So they took me to the desert to play because I felt constrained by their dogma?" Qu Xing asked.
Ling Yin: “Yeah.”
Qu Xing: "You can't do this or that if you don't like it."
Ling Yin chuckled: "Yeah."
Qu Xing: "Then don't go with me. They might not be able to do this or that either, and they might even ask for this or that."
Ling Yin: "If I don't go, can you not go too?"
Qu Xing: “No.”
Ling Yin: "Why do you have to go?"
Qu Xing: "No, you don't have to go."
Ling Yin: "...You obviously have to go."
Qu Xing: "I just think it's fun."
Ling Yin brought out the missionary's theory: "What's the point of playing in the World Championship?"
Qu Xing pinched his thigh: "Why are you sitting here talking about love with me when you're playing in the World Championship?" He glanced at the time and said, "I've wasted a full ten minutes."
Ling Yin held the phone up and said, "Then let's discuss the competition."
This person's train of thought is quite amazing. How did he jump to this point?
Qu Xing approached, put on a serious expression, and said, "Well, Ahri's Orb of Deception is rushing towards Zed with unstoppable force. Judging from the distance, Zed has no time to react, unless he takes down the keyboard..."
Ling Yin asked seriously, "Why are you pressing the keyboard?"
Qu Xing: "I don't know, I was just talking nonsense. Don't interrupt my analysis of the match, be serious. I don't think Jie took this match seriously, because he couldn't dodge the deception orb. In this case, it's obvious that he wasn't focused enough or that he didn't practice enough. He actually pinned his hopes on some vague on-the-spot reaction... Xiaoyin, why didn't you click on the pause of your video?"
Ling Yin couldn't hold it in any longer, lowered his head and began to laugh.
Qu Xing looked at the back of his shaking head and continued to accuse him, "I've been analyzing this still image for so long, only to find that the video hasn't even been opened. Aren't you wasting my time?"
Ling Yin continued to tremble.
"You..." Qu Xing suddenly paused and leaned over to smell him: "You smell so good... But this doesn't give you a reason to use your beauty to interfere with my World Championship."
"You ungodly..."
Ling Yin covered Qu Xing's mouth with his hand while he was talking nonsense. He smiled and said, "Come on, I'll go downstairs with you to take a look."
Downstairs was a small, large square-like area, similar in style to the upstairs, though slightly more modern, as it was used for guest accommodation. It was a completely different world down here. There were a few people in the square, seemingly curious visitors.
"Wow, so beautiful." Qu Xing pulled Ling Yin inside.
"Wow——" Qu Xing looked down at the floor.
There are faint magical dark patterns on the transparent floor.
Qu Xing saw his own face on the floor.
Qu Xing: “Wow——”
Ling Yin couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you so cute?"
Qu Xing: "If you have this kind of flooring at home, you don't need to install a mirror."
Ling Yin didn't know what he was thinking. He stared at the floor for a while and said, "Okay..."
"Shhhhh." Qu Xing interrupted in advance: "Don't say such rude things in a place like this."
Ling Yin: “Oh.”
"Is that the restaurant?" Qu Xing looked at the door that was similar to the one on the second floor.
"It should be." Ling Yin said.
Qu Xing held the small card in his hand and pulled Ling Yin over there. The inside looked no different from the above. The furnishings were the same—the tables and chairs were arranged in a peculiar way, leaving a large open space. On the ground lay a bunch of iron rods, condensing what looked like candles.
About twenty people were standing around inside, chatting with each other. Qu Xing held up the small card and looked at it, thinking it was nothing.
"Let's go." Qu Xing turned around.
"Hi." A woman came up behind him and looked at the card in his hand: "Why don't you go in?"
"Hi." Qu Xing said, "Is there anything special in there? I heard it's a specialty restaurant."
The woman glanced at them and said with a smile, "Are you World Championship players? The food in the restaurant is no different from upstairs. What's special is the people here."
"Ah?" Qu Xing turned his head to look inside, but couldn't see anything special for the time being.
"Is this an invitation given to you?" the woman said.
Qu Xing: "Yes, my fans gave it to me."
"Then don't leave, you two. Come in and eat with us." The woman led the way past them. "Perhaps one of our members wants to bless you with holy water."
Qu Xing followed her for two steps and asked, "What kind of water is holy water?"
"Clean spring water flowing down from a high peak," said the woman.
Qu Xing: "Why can it bestow blessings?"
The woman didn't answer, but smiled and said, "God will bless all the pure and good people in the world. The ceremony has begun, please follow us and finish it."
Qu Xing was just about to ask what the ceremony was all about, as the comings and goings all seemed normal, when he heard a bang, the heavy door slammed shut, and flames erupted all around the restaurant.
Qu Xing hugged Ling Yin fiercely, his eyes wide with excitement and fear as he looked towards the restaurant. The woman walked to the center of the restaurant.
Qu Xing stared for a long time and found that the "flames" around the wall should be lights.
I was so scared, so scared, I almost thought the World Championship was going to burn up.
"Hello." The man smiled at them. "Take it."
Candle.
Or a scented candle with a very unique shape.
"Hello." Another person nodded slightly to them and lit their candles with a candle.
Ling Yin frowned and stared at the candle in his hand reluctantly.
Qu Xing raised his eyes to look at him and whispered, "It's okay, brother. Just imitate them and do what they say."
But Ling Yin didn't even want to pretend.
Those people took the candles, found an iron rod, and dripped the candle wax onto it.
Qu Xing suddenly realized.
So those strange-shaped iron rods in the restaurant on the second floor are used for this?
Qu Xing followed them and dripped the candle wax onto it. In a blink of an eye, he saw Ling Yin extinguish the candle without doing anything.
Waiting for someone to come and take the wax from their hands, Ling Yin took a half step back, tilted his head and whispered in Qu Xing's ear, "Let's go."
The woman had just said she wanted to finish the ceremony. But Qu Xing figured his brother couldn't handle this, so he apologized to the fan in his heart, appreciating her kindness.
Qu Xing pulled Ling Yin to the door and, to avoid attracting attention, knocked softly on it, preparing to leave. Just as they made a crack, they heard the woman say, "Two new members have come here today at the request of the members. We need to pray for them together."
Still want to pray?
Qu Xing paused.
The woman glanced toward the door and said with a smile, "It seems like the two newlyweds don't want to be here."
What two newlyweds? It sounds like they are getting married.
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The author has something to say: I made up all the rituals~
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