Chapter 251 Are you an alchemist?
Jiang Yao's mouth twitched. What a coincidence.
Isn’t this the wind-smelling flower? There is one in the yard where she lives. She had just experienced it last night, and she is very familiar with this sound.
"Brother, what should we do now? Should we continue walking?"
Fang Ding glanced around and picked up a stick from the ground: "Let's hold on to the stick and move forward. The fog in this forest is heavy, don't get lost."
Jiang Yao had no objection. The mist was probably meant to cover up the light of the Wenfenghua.
The air was getting colder and colder, and the water under his feet was also icy cold. Jiang Yao couldn't help but sneeze.
"A-choo!"
Fang Ding and Wu Jie jumped up on the spot and looked back in horror.
Jiang Yao covered his mouth: "Sorry, my nose is itchy."
"Jiang Yao, you scared me to death."
Jiang Yao smiled awkwardly: "Don't make a fuss, how can there be ghosts in this world?"
"But you heard the voice too. It's not like I was hallucinating." Fang Ding was extremely nervous. "Maybe there isn't a ghost, but maybe there is something else."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Ding looked behind Jiang Yao in horror, and Wu Jie also looked behind her.
Jiang Yao felt the cool air, but it was already cold in there, so she thought it was just the wind and didn't pay any attention to it.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Jiang Yao, you...you must not look back." Wu Jie's voice trembled, and he had already loosened his grip on the stick.
"Yes, don't look back, don't look back."
Fang Ding also let go, and the two of them slowly backed away, looking at her in horror.
"What's wrong with you? Why can't you turn back?"
"Don't move."
The two of them spoke in unison and stepped back at the same time.
Jiang Yao felt a chill down his spine. Was there any danger behind him?
She dropped the stick and turned quickly.
Fang Ding and Wu Jie were so scared that they ran away.
When Jiang Yao turned around, a cool breeze blew in her face, and a figure with long hair and white clothes floated in front of her.
"ah!"
The figure let out a sharp cry, low and strange, mixed with a chilling aura.
Jiang Yao didn't hear much of the sharp scream, but only heard the sounds of Fang Ding and Wu Jie fleeing behind him.
She looked at the figure in front of her with an expressionless face.
The figure was probably also looking at her, his eyes blocked by his long hair.
There was a hint of awkwardness in the air. The wind stopped, the shouting stopped, and the two were just one step apart.
Finally, Jiang Yao spoke first: "Keep shouting, why don't you shout?"
The figure swayed, then slowly raised his hand, as if to strangle her neck.
Jiang Yao raised his hands and grasped his hands, then said slowly, "You have a chronic illness and your life will not last long."
The figure withdrew his hand and took a half step back.
"It's not that I'm dying soon. I've been dead for many years."
The slow tone was still eerie.
Jiang Yao said unhappily, "Uncle, I'm an alchemist. I can take pulses. Do you think I can't tell the pulse of a dead person from that of a living person?"
The figure sighed, then raised his hand to push aside his long hair, revealing his face.
This face looks to be no more than forty years old, the kind of handsome and elegant looking man. If you don't look at this exaggerated appearance, he is still a handsome uncle.
"Little girl, were you really not afraid just now?"
"I don't believe in ghosts."
The wind suddenly blew, bringing with it the sound of a woman crying.
The uncle smiled and said, "I'm not the one shouting this time, are you scared?"
"Do you want me to be afraid or not?"
"It has nothing to do with whether I want it or not."
"If you want me to be afraid, then I will be afraid."
There was no fear in his tone. If someone was afraid, they would be like Fang Ding and Wu Jie just now, running away crying. How could they be so calm?
The uncle stared at her for a long time, and his eyes fell on her bag: "What's in your bag?"
Jiang Yao moved the bag aside: "What's in my bag has nothing to do with you, right?"
"Of course it does." The uncle said, "If you want to leave here, you have to meet all my conditions."
Jiang Yao walked to the side, found a rock to sit on, and said slowly: "I don't intend to satisfy your curiosity, but I can wait. I will come over after you die."
The uncle looked at her sinisterly: "How can you be so vicious at such a young age?"
"You yourself will soon die, so why do you think I'm vicious?"
"There are so many ways to prolong life in this world. The pulse can't tell everything."
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment. There are many ways to prolong life, and she knows a lot of them. They all require a price to pay. Some are money, some are spiritual power, and some have side effects after taking them.
"So, uncle, how do you prolong your life?"
Jiang Yao became interested, and there was a cunning gleam in his fox eyes.
The uncle also found a rock to sit on, and then said, "You can walk here, so you must have some skills. Why don't you tell me what methods you know to prolong your life."
Jiang Yao stared at him, unwilling to answer.
The uncle smiled and said, "Well, as long as you can tell me, I will tell you how to leave here."
"Uncle, why do you think I can't get out?"
"For so many years, no one has been able to walk out of here."
"That's because you haven't met me."
"Haha, you have a pretty arrogant tone, little girl. I like it."
At this time the wind started again, bringing with it a burst of crying and shouting.
Jiang Yao raised his hand and pointed in a direction: "That's the exit."
The uncle was a little surprised: "How did you know?"
"Because that's where the sound came from."
"Why do you think that the direction from which the sound comes is the way out?"
"Because." She paused before continuing, "Where the wind-smelling flower grows, there can't be fog. If there's fog, it won't bloom, and if it doesn't bloom, there won't be any sound."
The uncle excitedly stood up from the stone and looked at her with shock in his eyes: "You know the wind-blooming flower?"
This flower was only recorded in Jiuli's medical books, and Jiang Yao didn't know that no one else in Yutian Kingdom knew about it.
But judging from the uncle's reaction, no one probably knows about Wen Fenghua.
"I've heard about it from others."
"Impossible." The uncle denied without a second thought: "There is only one Wenfenghua in Yutian Country in thousands of years. How could you have heard of it?"
"One?" Jiang Yao was stunned. There was clearly another one in the yard. "Are you sure?"
"How can I not be sure that I planted this flower?"
Jiang Yao suddenly realized: "So, you are an alchemist?"
The uncle looked at her sinisterly again: "I'm asking you questions, not asking you to find out who I am."
Jiang Yao disagreed and then guessed, "There are alchemists everywhere in Yutian Country, but there are only a few who are truly capable. And there are even fewer who can grow the Wenfeng Flower. It can even be said that there are none, because no one knows this flower, so..."
She looked at the uncle and asked with a smile, "You are Jiang Lian Alchemist, right?"
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