So what! Are you going to kill me?

The items in the third-level shop are very much in line with Jin Cancan's intentions. Not only are there many refining materials that are not available in the world of cultivation, there are also the inner elixirs, spirit cores, leathers, bones and blood of high-level monsters, as well as various books on formations, refining, alchemy, and talismans that far exceed the current level of the world of cultivation.

Various unimaginable top-level elixirs, high-level skills secrets, complete artifacts...

It's hard not to be moved.

Jin Cancan stared for a long time before looking away.

System: [How are these books? They are all good, right? Books are your favorite.]

Jin Cancan said perfunctorily: "Very good."

She felt a little uneasy, a strong sixth sense she had been born with since she was a child.

She can always sense danger and trouble before they come.

What could it be?

The confinement cell was too quiet, so quiet that it made people drowsy.

As night fell, Jin Cancan fell into a coma.

Countless flexible lines meandered from the crack of the confinement room's door towards the golden direction, and transparent silk threads emitting a faint blue light wrapped around her.

Jin Cancan was tightly wrapped from head to toe, like a glowing silkworm cocoon in the dark, but she was unaware of it.

Outside the confinement room, eighteen huge bronze mirrors engraved with ancient runes reflected strange and bizarre rays of light under the cold moonlight. These rays of light refracted and intertwined with each other, forming an invisible yet oppressive net that just covered the entire confinement room.

Investigator Xueying was concentrating on manipulating the silk thread. Strangely shaped smoke emanated from the bronze mirror, like a bunch of horrifying faces that were twisted and deformed and struggling in pain.

Many forces were pleading for Jin Cancan openly and secretly, but he wanted to see what the trick was.

No matter how deep a person's mind is, he cannot escape the secret method of the hidden sect. No matter how deeply hidden the filth is, he will know it clearly.

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A thunderstorm was approaching, with only a small patch of blue sky in the distance not being swallowed by the dense dark clouds. The light from the dome shone through the gap in the clouds that luckily remained to the world. The golden beam of light was transparent and carried a holy meaning. Jin Du could not help but take a picture of this fateful scene with his mobile phone.

“So beautiful.” Jin Du exclaimed, and casually posted the photo on his Moments with the caption: This beam of light looks like the kind of spotlight that is used on stage for solo performers.

"Beautiful?" The two-year-old's golden face was pressed against the glass, her black eyes staring at the sky without blinking. Her childish voice made her serious tone sound a little funny: "There are many pairs of ugly eyes in the clouds."

Eye?

Jin Du was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked again: "Cancan, are you referring to the outline of the cloud? It really does look like an eye. You observe it very clearly."

They lived on a high floor, so they could clearly observe the shape and curvature of the clouds.

Jincancan stared at the hole in the cloud, which was filled with huge golden pupils full of malicious intent. They rolled around flexibly and stickily, as if searching for something.

She whispered, "Uncle, we can't observe anything from down there. Only from up there can we really see everything clearly, right?"

"Hmm?" Jin Du looked down at her with some confusion.

Little Jin Cancan has a pair of big, round, beautiful eyes. Her irises are stained with a layer of gentle light gold. The tiny glimmers of light gather into an undercurrent and reach the deep pupils. She tilted her head and said, "Looking from the bottom up is fake. Looking from the top down is real."

Jin Du held down Jin Cancan's furry head and said, "I've told you many times not to say nonsense! If you see something strange, forget it immediately."

The result of all the messing around was that Jin Du's hair, which he had spent an hour to tie up, was completely messy.

"Uncle, I have to go to school in fifteen minutes."

Jin Du stared at her awkwardly. Fortunately, he had been learning from the short videos of Wenyin for several days and had tried it many times with the mop at home, so he had some confidence in himself. He comforted her, "I promise I can do it in ten minutes."

He is a well-known scientist in China, possessing extremely high IQ and hands-on ability. Can't he easily make a hundred different styles of hair-tying for girls?

Ten minutes later, Jin Cancan's scalp was pulled by the rubber band because it was tied too tightly, and her cute round eyes were forcibly pulled into triangles.

Faced with her uncle's very satisfied eyes, she closed her lips and got on the school bus that came to pick her up like a hero ready to die.

The school bus is orange in color, with two round cat ears on the roof and patterns painted on the body. From a distance it looks like a square orange cat.

Two-year-old Jin Cancan sat in the last row of the school bus with her entire face pressed against the window. Her moist black pupils, without a trace of childishness, calmly observed the depths of the clouds.

The air was filled with the smell of thunder and rain mixed with earth, the crying of other children seemed distorted, and little Jin Cancan had a strong feeling that he was being spied on.

"What's wrong? Xiaocan." The woman squatted down in front of her gently, exuding the pleasant smell of lavender laundry detergent.

Jin Cancan clutched the strap of her schoolbag and stared at her without saying a word.

The woman was used to it. Cancan had always been very precocious, never crying or making a fuss, and had always been less of a worry than other children. She liked this doll-like little girl very much, so she was extra patient with her: "Are you upset because your brooch fell off? Can the teacher put it back on for you?"

Jin Cancan lowered her eyes to glance at the loose little bear pin, then gave the woman a sweet smile: "Okay."

The woman pinched her face gently, pressed the paper clip lightly, and carefully took it out.

Just as she was about to put it back on Jin Cancan, a cute little white, warm hand held her fingers.

The woman patiently stopped her movements and let the cute little girl take the bear from her hand. She said helplessly: "Okay, you can play with the bear, but you can't touch the pin. It's dangerous."

She blinked her thick, golden, curled eyelashes gently, opened the paper clip nimbly and quickly, and stabbed it into the woman's right eye without hesitation.

Blood splattered, and the whole world was instantly silent, leaving only an innocent and sweet child's voice: "Teacher, you are right, pins are really dangerous."

The silk threads completely shattered and turned into countless flying lights and shadows. Eighteen bronze mirrors exploded at the same time, and fragments flew in all directions like meteors.

A violent backlash force suddenly rushed into Xueying's mind and collided wildly in his body. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and the scenes before him seemed to be distorted into a series of absurd and bizarre pictures. Dizzy, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xueying sat down on the spot in a panic, with a storm of emotions surging in his heart. This was the first time he failed in his life!