Light the light?

What to light the light?

Qin Fangzhou was very sensitive to capture Liu Xiaolong's expression changes.

There was a faint ominous premonition that rose to my heart.

Liu Xiaolong glanced at Qin Fangzhou deeply, then turned his head and walked towards the wall.

On the wall, there was originally a black torn canvas hanging, which was carefully pulled away by Liu Xiaolong.

What comes into view...

It turned out to be a very strange-looking incense stove.

There is no offering to God, no incense, or even no incense burner, but why does it feel like an incense burner?

Because the moment he saw this table, Qin Fangzhou immediately thought of the zombie Taoist priest in the old port film.

The table is made of sandalwood, with a total of seven oil lamps on it, but they were not lit.

"Master, who?"

Liu Xiaolong asked.

The old man dry tobacco stared at Qin Fangzhou with his eyes. Since the beginning, his vision has never left.

“It’s all ignited.”

All ignite??

Liu Xiaolong's expression became even more serious. He hesitated for a moment and finally plucked up the courage: "Master... Xiao Zhouzhou is my loyal friend. No matter what the final result is, I hope you can be proud of your skills. Even if there is any problem with him, I want it to be his master behind him..."

Ziz—

Before he could finish his words, a trace of sparks appeared on the old man's dry tobacco.

He did not turn his head to look at Liu Xiaolong, but his obviously very serious and cold aura made people very nervous and depressed.

Qin Fangzhou also felt this atmosphere.

The aura of this old man who has experienced many battles at one moment was very similar to a chicken coop!

Hu, Hu, Hu...

All seven oil lamps are lit.

The fire is a faint light blue, just like this flame, extinguishing the outer flame, but only the inner flame!

Then, Liu Xiaolong took out a silver needle, and there was still some blood stain on it. Qin Fangzhou recognized that this silver needle was the one he had just stabbed him, and the blood on it was collected by himself.

What is this doing?

Qin Fangzhou was still a little nervous inside.

But he did write down what he would leave safely tonight, so...

He can only wait and see.

And then again, even if he wants to resist, there is no way.

One, two, three...

The bloody silver needle stayed on every oil lamp with a faint blue candlelight for a moment.

When the blue inner flame appeared outside, a yellow outer flame appeared, Liu Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief and covered the oil lamp that successfully burned the yellow flame with a ceramic bowl.

Then, he picked up the blood-covered silver needle, went to the next one, and continued to repeat the action.

Every time a yellow outer flame burns, every time a yellow outer flame burns, Liu Xiaolong will breathe a sigh of relief and cover it with a ceramic bowl.

Qin Fangzhou looked at this scene silently and guessed that this so-called lighting of the lamp should also be a blood test.

However, this kind of blood test may be more stringent, and it must be fundamentally different from the previous methods of using my own blood test.

Each of these seven lamps may correspond to a possibility.

The reason why this old man suddenly became so strict was that Qin Fangzhou drew the strange blood-colored pattern in the information involving the truth about Li Wanru's disappearance.

Judging from this situation, the pattern is absolutely extraordinary!

Finally, the last one came.

At this time, the extremely serious expression on the old man's face had obviously relieved a lot.

Liu Xiaolong was not nervous at all. It can be seen that although there was still a lamp that had not been tested, the master and apprentice seemed to have put aside their guard against Qin Fangzhou. Perhaps in their opinion, there would be absolutely no problem with the lamp in the end.

really.

The moment Liu Xiaolong put down the silver needle, a yellow outer flame burned out of the blue inner flame of the oil lamp.

"call……"

Liu Xiaolong wiped the sweat from his forehead, then quickly picked up a ceramic bowl and covered the oil lamp.

From beginning to end, Qin Fangzhou stared at the changes of each lamp.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to find...

Finally, the yellow outer flame of the oil lamp suddenly flashed and turned faintly black!

Yes.

Black flame!

Qin Fangzhou swore that this was the first time he had seen such a black flame in his life.

Fortunately, this situation was vaguely seen from the gap when Qin Fangzhou sat cross-legged on the ground at the moment he was covered with a ceramic bowl!

Click.

The moment the ceramic bowl was completely buckled, a crisp sound was made. Liu Xiaolong smiled and said, "Master, I'll just say it, how could there be a problem?"

The old man nodded and slapped the dry tobacco: "I'm too worried. Little baby, where did your master steal the information?"

Qin Fangzhou looked cute and confused on the surface, but in fact he was very nervous!

The black outer flame that flashed by just now really scared him!

It seems...

There is really something wrong with my own blood!

Although he was not sure what the black outer flame on the last light was referring to, there was no doubt that if Liu Xiaolong had covered it for even half a second, something might have happened to him today!

"I don't know, and I don't dare to ask."

Qin Fangzhou came to his senses and answered.

Actually, he was still a little puzzled.

This old man was so serious just now, obviously there was an amazing secret behind this pattern, and the blood problems of the people related to this secret. But even if his blood is fine, he cannot guarantee that the "master" he mentioned is fine.

Why did you suddenly change your mouth after just measuring your blood, and you directly confirm that this information was stolen by your "master"?

Logically speaking, shouldn’t you ask, what is your master’s origin?

As if I saw Qin Fangzhou's doubts, the old man vomited a mouthful of choking smoke: "You are fine, your master is fine. As for why I judged this way, there is naturally my reason. You don't have to be nervous now. Although the intelligence thief is an unknown identity, I am so old that I have been accustomed to you. I will not do anything to you."

Qin Fangzhou nodded and cleaned up his panic just now.

"I don't know where it came from. However, my master himself should not be an intelligence thief. This guide card seems to have been asked by a person."

"Ask for it?"

The old man suddenly smiled, his face full of pleats, but at this moment he no longer had the horror aura he had before, and replaced it with a kind of sweetness: "Then your master must be a ruthless person, and he is not an ordinary ruthless person."

Um……

Qin Fangzhou deeply agreed with it.

Although my description has many lies, this "ruthless man" still has a good evaluation.

"Senior. So the guide card brought me as you came here. Is it because you really have something to do with this pattern?"

The old man narrowed his old eyes and took a deep breath of dry tobacco: "In some ways, it's a bit related. However, this is the past. Since you and Liu Xiaolong are good friends, and you are a beginner's apprentice, I just told you this. If it were someone else, I would have blown him out."

"Then...what does this pattern mean?"

"Meaning Quark coins."

“??”

Qin Fangzhou was stunned: "Quark coins? What does it mean?"

"It means I can tell you."

The old man smiled slightly, his expression became more kind. He spread his hands to Qin Fangzhou very friendly: "However, there are one million quark coins, no bargaining."
Chapter completed!