So today I'm wasting my talent, and it's a bargain for you."
"?" Cheng Shi was unhappy. "How can you say I'm getting the upper hand? It's obvious that everyone is looking for clues. At most, I'm just taking advantage of you, no, that adult.
Praise [Death]. "
This reminded Zhen Xin of the "ugly appearance" of the scammers during their audiences. She looked at Cheng Shi with an extremely strange look in her eyes: "Do you always lick like this?"
"You don't understand. This is piety."
"Oh, it turns out that licking dogs has never disappeared, it just changed from love to faith."
“???”
What changed?
Xie Yang’s licking is very traditional!
Cheng Shi grabbed Zhen Xin and corrected her statement in a very serious tone.
"It's bone licking. That lord likes skulls."
“…”
Zhen Xin couldn't hold it anymore, her eyelids twitched and she wanted to ask Cheng Shi, "Are you serious?"
But at this moment, the leaves on the branch in her palm began to change. They shook slower and slower, and then slowly rotated and pointed backwards.
Zhen Xin paused, frowned slightly, glanced back, and asked doubtfully:
"That's not right, Lao Zhang is nearby?"
She turned to look at the crowd, carefully distinguishing between the tourists and the actors.
Cheng Shi also paused, followed the other person's gaze, and after a moment shook his head and said, "Impossible. If he wants to deal with the Grand Marshal, he will never become someone else. He is not here, I am sure of it."
"Then why did the direction of the leaves change again? I clearly...
Um?"
Zhen Xin was still wondering about the direction of the blade, when she saw the blade in her hand slowly turn a tiny angle and point directly at Cheng Shi in front of her.
Ordinary people might not notice these small details at all and would only think that the target was moving, but Zhen Xin was too perceptive. Recalling that the original direction was where Cheng Shi was, she immediately realized that the blade was pointing to Cheng Shi.
Her eyes widened and blinked, "How is it possible? You merged with Death?"
Cheng Shi was stunned again.
It is true that I have never merged, but not merging is better than merging. My devotion to the boss [Death] is evident to heaven and earth.
"This thing of yours...could it be a pointer to pious faith?
Tsk, so it seems that Lao Zhang's devotion to that master is average, not even as high as mine."
“…No, this tool may be small, but I’ve been using it for so long and it’s never made any mistakes.
You really didn't fuse with Death?"
Cheng Shi is numb.
Am I so untrustworthy?
He explained helplessly:
“No, I am devoted to that Lord, but I have never walked in His ways.
If I have to say, I’ve probably been closer to death more times than I’ve been closer to Him…”
Before he could finish his words, Cheng Shi's face changed and he asked in surprise, "Zhen Xin, is that thing in your hand a prop for prophecy?"
“…”
Zhen Xin put away the props unhappily, "Maybe their aura can't be marked. Never mind, we can find Lao Zhang without these.
I just heard Chen Xi performing a drama on the topic of 'death' on my way here, and I guess he might be interested.
Let’s go look there.”
Cheng Shi curled his lips: "Old Zhang doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes to watch plays to pass the time."
Zhen Xin smiled mysteriously: "That depends on the content of the play. The play tells the story of a strong boy who becomes completely independent after learning of his parents' death.
I guess he’s interested.”
Cheng Shi's eyes turned suspicious. "Do you know something? The historical school also investigates the players' backgrounds?"
“The historical school doesn’t know.
But I know a lot.”
Zhen Xin narrowed her eyes and smiled like a fox.
...
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