Chapter 294 Return to the Time Formation
Zhong Hanshang's pupils suddenly shrank and his fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably.
He looked at the cold suspicion in Gao Huohuo's eyes, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his voice was hoarse:
"Huohuo, I..."
However, Gao Huohuo did not give him a chance to explain.
With an indifferent expression, she took out all the spiritual energy beads she had refined last night from her storage bag and turned to hand them to the people of the Shadow Moon Sect.
"Brothers and sisters, take these spiritual power beads with you."
Her voice was calm, yet filled with unquestionable determination.
"The land of the demons is full of dangers. You should take Bai He back to the sect first. I will come to find you in twenty days."
"Junior Master, I've added everyone you know to this new magical power. Remember to use it to contact us."
Bai He's eyes were full of reluctance.
Gao Huohuo stepped forward and touched Bai He's head, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a very faint smile:
"Don't worry, I will definitely contact you in advance this time."
After the Shadow Moon Sect members rode away on cranes, she stepped into the time formation without looking back.
With a flick of his fingertips, he set up a barrier at the entrance to isolate the outside world, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.
Zhong Hanshang stood there, silent for a long time, and finally whispered, "Ying, you go back first."
Ying looked at him deeply and sighed: "Ultimately, you have to solve your own problems."
He paused, then added, "Take care."
Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into a dark shadow and dissipated into the void.
Zhong Hanshang stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the formation, walked in and slowly sat down outside the barrier.
——This time, he won't let her face everything alone.
Time in the formation flows quietly like running water.
For the past ten years, Gao Huohuo has always ignored the figures outside the barrier.
But Zhong Hanshang seemed tireless and would place some small objects on the edge of the barrier every few days.
Sometimes it is wild flowers covered with morning dew, sometimes it is steaming osmanthus cake.
"Boring." Gao Huohuo closed his eyes and meditated, but he couldn't help but glance at the edge of the barrier when he finished.
In the spring of the fifteenth year, the spiritual mist within the formation suddenly surged.
The moment Gao Huohuo opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Hanshang carefully putting down a lantern.
"Clear out your garbage. It's affecting my cultivation."
Zhong Hanshang's hand froze in mid-air, but when Gao Huohuo took the initiative to talk to him, his eyes, which had always been cold, suddenly lit up.
He hurriedly poured out a bunch of things from the storage ring: a singing mechanical bird, ever-blooming neon flowers, and even a few storybooks from the mortal world.
"Huo Huo, if you don't like these, I still have..."
Gao Huohuo turned his head away, but quietly used his spiritual sense to scan the pile of "garbage".
It’s strange. This formation is isolated from the world. Where did he find these?
Another five years passed, and a familiar spicy aroma suddenly hit my nose.
Gao Huohuo suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhong Hanshang guarding a bubbling copper pot with red soup boiling in it and all kinds of meat and vegetables filling the stone table.
"Huo Huo, come quickly. I made this hot pot specially for you. I heard from your brothers that you like it."
Hotpot? Why does this name sound so familiar?
This unfamiliar word brought back a flood of memories—tall buildings, bustling traffic, and...
She actually traveled from the modern world.
The original owner was killed in the Shadow Sect, so she was able to travel through time and space smoothly.
No wonder she felt unfamiliar when she first went to the Shadow Sect, yet she remembered that she had been there before.
It seems that the first memories she possessed were those of the original owner, not her own.
And it seems that other people are not aware of the fact that she is a time traveler.
I just don’t know if the person who knew Zhong Hanshang before was the original owner, or was she the one who traveled through time?
At this moment, Zhong Hanshang was clumsily rinsing a piece of snow-white fish, "This is cold pond whitebait, I..."
His voice brought her back to reality.
Gao Huohuo suddenly interrupted him, "Zhong Hanshang, when did we meet?"
Hearing this, Zhong Hanshang was excited, "Huohuo, have you remembered?"
"Answer my question."
"Eight years ago, we first met in the Dark River."
Eight years ago? The last time I heard Lin Zhipeng say that she had been away for ten years, she should have been here by then.
So the one who knew Zhong Hanshang was her, not someone else.
This realization made Gao Huohuo feel a secret joy in her heart, but she was immediately annoyed with herself - she should hate this person!
"Huo Huo, come and try this beef. It's a Snow-Patterned Spiritual Bull that we hunted specifically in the demon tribe's territory."
Zhong Hanshang picked up a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing with jade chopsticks. The naturally formed frost texture on the meat was faintly visible in the heat.
Gao Huohuo narrowed his eyes, the flickering fire reflected in his amber pupils. "The demon tribe captured you? You?"
Although Gao Huohuo still looked at him with suspicion, he was much warmer than he was twenty years ago outside the formation.
There was clear doubt in her voice, and her fingers unconsciously twirled the hair that fell on her chest.
Zhong Hanshang chuckled and put the meat slices into her bowl.
Twenty years have passed, and although Huo Huo's eyes are still full of suspicion when he looks at him, at least they are no longer as cold and piercing as they were outside the formation that year.
"I asked Ying to help me get it."
He added casually, but his eyes were fixed on her reaction.
At this time, outside the formation, Ying was kicking the stone at his feet away, and his black cloak was fluttering in the wind.
He gritted his teeth and complained to Dong beside him:
"Zhong Hanshang is a good boss. I did all the work, and he got all the favors."
Dong shrank his neck, but still couldn't help muttering:
"Master Demon, you are not sincere towards Master Huo Huo... You just want to borrow her vital energy... Whether this favor is done to you or not actually has little impact."
"Dong!" Ying's face instantly turned as dark as ink, and demonic energy surged around him.
"I think you are tired of living!" His slender fingers were pinching and crackling.
"Since I have so much free time, I'll go to the human race and buy fifty strings of candied haws, fifty packs of osmanthus cakes, and fifty red clothes..."
Didn't he just go to the human race and buy a hundred red clothes yesterday? He was almost haunted by a ghost.
"Master Demon, I didn't hear that Master Huo Huo wanted to eat candied haws! And there are fifty red clothes, aren't they a bit redundant?"
"Bang!" A slap hit Dong hard on the head.
"Who said it was for Huo Huo? Can't I eat it if I want?"
Well, a higher-ranking official can crush a lower-ranking official.
Inside the formation, the steam rising from the hot pot blurred Zhong Hanshang's outline.
Gao Huohuo suddenly put down his chopsticks, feeling like something was missing.
"Huohuo, what else do you want to eat? I'll ask Ying to buy it."
"Anything to drink?"
"How about osmanthus wine?" Zhong Hanshang asked as if he could read minds.
Gao Huohuo's eyes lit up and he licked his lips unconsciously: "Really?"
Ying, who had just laid down to rest outside the formation, suddenly received a task from Zhong Hanshang and turned around to give instructions to his younger brother.
The amber liquid was poured into the luminous cup. Gao Huohuo took a sip and frowned slightly.
Why does it taste a bit like modern red wine? It's truly the osmanthus wine of the cultivation world; the taste is simply different.
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