Nightmare Light

Chapter 41 Don't Involve Me
Fat Tiger (crossed out) Qiao Zhiyuan said that before meeting the member of the Mist Tribe, in order to make it easier for Lin Wang to understand, he took Lin Wang to see a Mist Spirit that had been captured by them for a long time.

In order to watch the fun, Tian Taozi also wanted to go together - this was not a secret, so Lao Qiao agreed.

Sitting in the commuter bus, Lin Wang thought: It is necessary to go to the ancestral hall to take another look - after all, that is where he picked up the wooden sign.

Thinking of this, he said hello to Lao Qiao and Tian Taozi, saying that he wanted to sleep for a while, then leaned back in the carriage, closed his eyes, and soon he began to snore softly.

The divine amulet above his head didn't react at all.

"This guy goes to bed as soon as he says he's going to bed... He really is that kind of person."

Tian Taozi muttered something, but moved to the right, letting Lin Wang lean on her: "Fuck, it's so heavy..."

“Only those with a peaceful heart can sleep peacefully in this carriage.”

Qiao Zhiyuan spoke slowly and deeply, looking deeply at Lin Wang: "This is the first time I've seen someone sleep so soundly in the Public Security Bureau's shielded car."

Most of the time, this fat man has either a happy and confident smile on his face, or an extremely serious look on his face.

However, when Lin Wang fell asleep, he looked at Lin Wang with an expression of extreme hesitation and some self-blame on his face.

"Ancestor... I hope you will forgive me... I am not a faithless person..."

He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and regained his serious and focused expression.

The fat man reached into his combat uniform and took out a small bag after a while. When he opened it, there was a handful of things inside, in black, white and yellow.

Tian Taozi leaned over and saw that there were quail-sized pieces of tortoise shell, bone pieces and some tree bark inside.

"Divination pieces?" Tian Taozi recognized them and asked curiously, "What are you doing with these?"

Qiao Zhiyuan did not answer, but with a serious face, he held the small pieces in his hands, muttered something in a low voice, and at the same time waved his hands towards the east a few times, and then shook them towards Lin Wang.

Then, he gently dropped the divination piece on the ground.

The divination pieces were scattered all over the floor, forming a messy shape.

"I'm curious about this northerner's true strength..." Old Joe replied as he shuffled through the divination pieces. "I'm a soldier, and when I meet someone, I habitually assess their combat effectiveness..."

"Just now in the warehouse, I also assessed Lin Wang's strength."

"Then what?" Tian Taozi had some idea of ​​what the deputy commander of the Light-Chasing Corps was doing.

"Take those cultists who died at dawn and dusk, for example. My assessment is that even if they were put together, they wouldn't be enough for me to beat." Qiao Zhiyuan looked up at Lin Wang, "But I assess that Lin Wang..."

He showed a very confused look: "He clearly doesn't have any secular master's aura, but my conclusion is that I can't beat him."

"So that's why you want to do some divination to find out his true strength?"

"Yes." Qiao Zhiyuan lowered his head and fiddled with the divination stick a few more times. His expression suddenly became extremely horrified. "What...how could this happen?"

He trembled a few times, grabbed the divination piece again, shook it vigorously as if he didn't believe it, and threw it out again.

The divination pieces formed a pattern on the ground again.

When the fat man saw these patterns, his expression became even more confused and terrified, and the professional soldier's iron body trembled violently.

His trembling lasted less than five seconds: the pieces of divination suddenly jumped on their own, trembling for a while as if they had life, and then turned into ashes.

Qiao Zhiyuan screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Tang Shengcheng's first defensive division, a tall and burly professional soldier, lost all his resolute expression on his face and turned into a look of fear. He even took a few steps back with his hands on the floor.

"Why...why is this happening?" His lips trembled.

Tian Taozi asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? What did you see?"

It took more than ten seconds for Qiao Zhiyuan to come back to his senses.

His voice hoarse, he looked at the burning ashes on the ground and whispered, "I just asked about 'this person's strength'. I've asked this question countless times over the past twenty years." "There are three common hexagrams: the first one, vulnerable; the second one, evenly matched; the third one..."

Tian Taozi quickly replied, "I see. The third option is that you can't win! That's what just happened!"

Qiao Zhiyuan shook his head: "The third type is indeed difficult to match, but... I am an extreme defensive layman. In the past years, I have encountered this kind of hexagram dozens of times."

He lowered his voice a little: "Even if it's this kind of hexagram, I'm confident that I can withstand it, but..."

The strong Light Chaser trembled again. "Just now, the first hexagram I threw out was translated into one sentence."

"What?"

His voice was incoherent. "Why don't you dig your own grave first?"

"...Ah?" Tian Taozi's eyes widened. She glanced at Qiao Zhiyuan, then at the soundly sleeping Lin Wang. "How could this happen? What about the second time?"

"The second time, it was also just one sentence." Qiao Zhiyuan's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

He stared at the ashes on the ground and was silent for more than ten seconds before speaking again:
"What that means is - don't involve me."

Tian Taozi's eyes widened.

……

Lin Wang opened his eyes and looked around.

It was an old, dark house, with messy furniture, rotten food, and a thick layer of dust on the ground. Through the wooden window, one could see white papers scattered all over the outside of the house, swaying in the wind.

I'm really back...huh?

Lin Wang noticed that the room he was in had been simply cleaned - although there was still dust on the floor, there were obvious signs of cleaning on the table, cabinet surface and the earthen kang next to it.

Although the dust on the ground is still thick, the tabletop...

He glanced down at himself.

Oh, it all fell on me? That's fine.

Apart from the dust, the furniture also had obvious signs of having been moved around. Although it was still messy, the cups and bowls at the table where he was sitting had obviously been tidied up, and there was even a clean cup placed next to his hand.

Lin Wang became curious: Was it the Paper Bride who did it? Then where did she go?

There was a dripping sound outside the door, and Lin Wang went out curiously.

In a corner of the courtyard, he saw the figure of the paper bride——

The latter was squatting in front of a stove, holding something in his hand. He knocked it a few times and quickly moved towards the stove, but at the same time, his body jumped back in fear, and every time he did this, the thing would fall to the ground.

The paper bride stared blankly at the object on the ground. Suddenly, she waved her hands rapidly, leaving a trail of shadows. She looked very annoyed, but then she moved closer, trying to pick up the object...

But it was picked up by Lin Wang in advance.

Sickle-shaped iron bars, grayish-white stones, fine cotton wool, and a piece of white paper sandwiched between the stones.

"Flint?" Lin Wang looked at the Paper Bride curiously when he saw it. "Aren't you afraid of fire? Why are you playing with this?"

The paper bride's face was covered in grease paint and her body was dirty. Lin Wang saw that she was even dirtier than the last time he saw her - in addition to the dust, there were also several burnt spots. It was obvious that she had not had a smooth life in the past two days.

When she saw Lin Wang, she was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands quickly, one hand trying to pull Lin Wang, and the other hand poking and pointing at the stove, making some gestures.

After more than ten seconds, Lin Wang understood her gesture.

He asked her, "Do you want to cook for me?"

She nodded.

(End of this chapter)