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"What do you mean?"

Jixiang carefully recalled the ordinary life of old man Ji in seclusion. This guy, apart from his special mental power, did not seem to have any mysterious background at all...

Old Man Ji ignored Jixiang's suspicious look. He was indeed almost an ordinary person except for his mental strength. However, "My teacher was actually a collector. He had no children in his life. Most of his inheritance after his accidental death was donated, but some special items were given to his disciples for safekeeping..."

Old Man Ji finished his words calmly, then smiled and said, "It is rumored that his legacy includes precious spiritual weapons."

"…Is it there or not?" Jixiang leaned back on the bed with his hands, his eyes fixed on the white ceiling.

"It exists now, but it's gone again." Old Man Ji said in a flat tone.

"I always feel that it will be very troublesome. Will they believe it?" Jixiang turned his head and looked at Old Man Ji who was sitting beside the hospital bed.

"Yes." Old Man Ji smiled confidently.

"Are you so sure?"

"Let them investigate, but we have to be careful for a while." Old Man Ji said nonchalantly.

"Are psychic weapons important?" Jixiang was a little puzzled. All she had heard about were contents related to mechas. When she first heard about psychic weapons, she felt like they were out of place.

"It's important, and it's not important." Old man Ji stood up and poured two glasses of water, one for Jixiang and one for himself.

Jixiang thanked him, took it and sat cross-legged.

Old Man Ji sat down again, took a sip of water, and then continued, "It's important because spiritual weapons do have miraculous effects. They can be used for defense and attack at critical moments. They are very effective personal equipment. Moreover, the birth of spiritual weapons is mostly accidental and lucky."

Psychic weapon masters are extremely rare in the entire galaxy. The best a psychic weapon master can do after spending his entire life is to successfully create only 10 psychic weapons.

According to interstellar history records, there have been only a dozen or so masters of psychic weapons since the birth of psychic weapons several hundred years ago.

"I say it's not important because the effect of psychic weapons is limited. They can only exist as a kind of hidden weapon. Compared with our traditional high-tech weapons, their lethality is simply not enough. This is caused by the manufacturing principle of psychic weapons. To put it bluntly, it is actually a quantitative outward impact of psychic power." It's just a talisman for the weak.

"What do the public think about spiritual weapons? I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk about it." Jixiang tapped the wall of the glass with his fingernails.

"As for the general public... they are expensive because they are rare. The price of spiritual weapons is very high, but in the eyes of the real aristocratic families, these are just interesting collectibles. Their own strength and talent allow them to control more powerful weapons - mechas, which can also allow them to exert power far beyond spiritual weapons."

Old man Ji looked at Jixiang steadily.

auspicious:"……"

What was he hinting at? To make her a strong person? No, no, no, she just needed to master the top escape technique and live in a place where there were many strong people.

Jixiang cleared his throat, turned his head away as if nothing had happened, and resolutely refused to look Old Man Ji in the eye. "So, it's actually not a big problem, right?"

After listening to this, she felt that people with a little money and mediocre abilities would be more interested in this, right?

Old man Ji looked at the small portion of Jixiang's face that he left for him, not caring at all. He chuckled and retracted his gaze, "Don't worry, those who should know will think that I have mental weapons, and those who don't know will only be happy that I have less and less in my hands." Fortunately, Jixiang only had to fake the use of his mental power four times at most.

Not long after the two finished talking, Old Man Ji was about to go to the hospital to consult the doctor about discharge when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open from outside.

"auspicious!"

"Student Jixiang!"

"..."

There were mixed voices of men and women and faint sobbing.

Jixiang looked blankly at the classmates who rushed to her bedside, and twitched her lips in surprise.

"Uh, you guys, why are you here?"

“Wuwuwu, Jixiang, I didn’t expect that you would be chased by bugs! Luckily you are lucky! I was scared to death…” Hua Lina grabbed Jixiang’s hands with both of her hands, her nose tip was red, and she looked at Jixiang with tears in her eyes.

"Jixiang, we were really scared to death when the alarm sounded after you ran out alone!" Jiang Ke said excitedly.

"Jixiang, you don't know that when we heard that you were being chased by bugs, we really thought you were dead!" Zhuang Han shouted loudly while standing at the back, relying on his strong physique.

"Student Jixiang, thank you so much for deciding to go out and save people. Although I haven't heard that you saved anyone, you attracted the insects by your own strength in the end, and actually saved all of us!" Student Song Cai said incoherently.

"auspicious……"

Looking at Jixiang who looked painful in the encirclement, Old Man Ji smiled silently, walked out of the ward slowly and closed the door gently.

Just let these kids chat on their own. He is old, so it is better for him not to get involved.

When Old Man Ji came back, there was no one in the ward.

Only Jixiang was lying on the bed with an exhausted look on his face. It was really too difficult to deal with this group of people.

"Are they all gone?" Old Man Ji asked casually as he closed the door.

"Ah, let's go. If you don't leave now, I'll leave first..." Jixiang looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

Old man Ji shook his head and looked at Jixiang with disapproval, "It's good to make more friends."

"…They are just classmates." Jixiang thought seriously and said slowly. "By the way, when did the doctor say I can be discharged from the hospital?"

"Not at any time, but Major Zheng who is in charge of this mission has contacted me and will come over later to inquire about what happened."

"Is that so..." Jixiang sighed inwardly, hoping that she could calm herself down.

Old Man Ji didn't say much. What the outcome would be would depend on Jixiang's luck.