Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 877 Let me take a pulse

A pair of pitch-black eyes suddenly appeared in Yanyan's mind.

Those were a pair of simple, kind, calm, and particularly bright eyes. One look at the eyes showed that this was a very talented child.

What has happened to such a good child, that he has become what he is now and is still haunted by the devil?

Thinking of Chen Zhen's real appearance now, Yan Yan couldn't sit still, put away the pen and paper, got up and walked out.

With the door next door closed, Yan Yan could hear Bo Chengxian seriously teaching He Ji the basics of cultivation.

She walked past the door lightly, and when she was going down the wooden stairs, she met the innkeeper walking up slowly from behind.

Seeing Yanyan, the innkeeper immediately showed a particularly enthusiastic smile, and cupped his hands: "Miss, today's rent has not been settled yet, if it is convenient for you, it will be settled now."

Yanyan took out two low-grade spirit stones from her sleeve pocket, threw them up and down without giving them to the other party, and said to the innkeeper with a smile: "Let me take a pulse, and I will give you the spirit stones."

The innkeeper was taken aback for a moment, but soon showed the usual kind smile of a businessman.

He rolled up one of his sleeves and stretched it generously in front of Yan Yan, and said with a smile: "Hehehe, my little boss is really naughty. All right, let's call, as long as you are happy!"

Yan Yan was not polite either, and directly put her finger on the wrist of the innkeeper.

After counting breaths, Yan Yan smiled: "Okay, take this!"

While speaking, she flicked her fingers, and the two spirit stones had already flown in front of the innkeeper.

The shopkeeper took the spirit stones in his hand, and smiled and cupped his hands again: "Thank you, little boss." With a flip of his wrist, the two spirit stones slipped into his sleeve pockets.

Yanyan was about to go downstairs, but the shopkeeper turned around again, and asked with a smile: "Young master just asked for pulse, can you see any symptoms?"

Looking back, he blinked his eyes playfully, and smiled Yan Yan: "The shopkeeper's body is very good, and he will be safe for a hundred years!"

The shopkeeper laughed: "Hehehe, thank you, my little boss, for giving me a good word!"

Yan Yan also smiled, turned around and continued to walk downstairs.

Just the moment he turned around, his face quickly became gloomy.

Stepping down the stairs quickly, Yanyan didn't even get out of the yard. A silver light flickered under her feet, and Maha Luoga had turned into a silver sword, carrying her into the air.

But the innkeeper behind him went upstairs steadily step by step, as if he had never seen Yanyan at all.

Yanyan originally planned to rush to the tea shop, but after thinking about it, the Yujian under her feet turned and went to Tan Xiangzi's thatched hut.

When she landed in the courtyard of the thatched cottage, Tan Xiangzi was sitting behind the desk in the private school in a daze.

In front of the old man was the jug of wine from yesterday, and the mud seal on the wine jar was still intact without any sign of opening.

When Yan Yan walked in, she saw that there was no student in the private school, and Tan Xiangzi was sitting alone.

Seeing her coming, the old man was not surprised at all, as if he was waiting for her to come.

Yan Yan glanced at several desks in the private school, and sat down behind a desk directly opposite Tan Xiangzi.

Tan Xiangzi gave Yanyan a weird look.

She was sitting in the seat where Chen Zhen usually attends class.

"Tell me, what are you doing here again?"

Tan Xiangzi spoke with obvious impatience, he pushed the flagon in front of him irritably to the side, and glared at Yanyan across the two tables.

Yan Yan was expressionless: "How did Chen Zhen die?"

Unexpectedly, she blurted out just these words, Tan Xiangzi's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he looked out almost subconsciously, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone.

Seeing that there was no one in the yard, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and stared at Yanyan with even more angry eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Yanyan ignored the old man's beard blowing and staring at all, and stared straight at Tan Xiangzi opposite with her big clear eyes, and asked again: "Is Chen Zhen's death related to other people in the town?"

This time the old man couldn't sit still at all, jumped up and ran out, and slammed the courtyard door of the thatched hut with a bang, and then re-bolted it, then ran back and closed the wooden door of the private school.

With his back leaning against the door, his eyes fixed on Yan Yan, he roared angrily under his voice: "What the hell are you trying to say!"

Yanyan's eyes remained calm all the time: "I know everything."

Tan Xiangzi stared into her eyes, and after a while, he suddenly yelled: "What do you know? What else do you know besides nonsense? Get out, get out, you are not welcome here, don't leave, Lao Tzu You have to chase people away with your own hands!"

Tan Xiangzi's mood suddenly became extremely agitated, his face flushed abnormally, and he rolled up his sleeves as if to fight Yanyan.

Yan Yan sat on Chen Zhen's seat without even moving her place, just quietly looking at the hysterical Tan Xiangzi across the way: "I see, Chen Zhen is actually dead, and so are the other people in this town. There are no living people in the whole town."

After hearing Yanyan's words, Tan Xiangzi's face suddenly turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably: "You, how did you know?"

After asking this sentence, Tan Xiangzi stared blankly at Yanyan with his mouth open as if his soul consciousness had been taken away suddenly.

He seemed to realize suddenly that he had slipped his tongue.

After a long while, the old man's old face finally showed despair and depression.

The shoulders slumped suddenly, and the entire tense body collapsed on the door panel in an instant.

Tan Xiangzi spoke weakly, but he still couldn't stop his curiosity: "How did you know this secret? In this town, it's impossible to tell..."

Looking at the appearance of the old man losing all his spirit in an instant, it seems that the wrinkles on his face have deepened a lot...

Yanyan suddenly felt sad.

An old man, in this town full of dead people, is guarding the soul of his students hard. He can neither see the future nor know when it will end. In fact, his mood is more miserable than anyone else.

Standing up, Yan Yan picked up the jug of wine on the table, patted open the mud seal, and handed the wine jar to Tan Xiangzi.

Tan Xiangzi looked up at the girl standing in front of him, and his gaze inadvertently fell into a pair of clear and sincere eyes.

The old man reached out to take the jug, took a sip, and finally some blood appeared on his pale face.

Yanyan explained: "You're right, others can't see the difference here, but I can."

"Because you have space power."

Tan Xiangzi calmed down now, and his reaction was extremely fast. As soon as Yanyan started talking, he already thought of the reason.

Yanyan nodded: "That's right, as you said, what other people experience in this town is actually an illusion, because this space has already been tampered with and controlled by people. As long as people who enter here, they can't control their cultivation. "

"However, I am not restricted by this place, because I am a space force myself. Therefore, I can automatically avoid the coercion of space forces existing in space."

But Tan Xiangzi immediately shook his head, interrupting Yanyan's words: "Impossible!"

(End of this chapter)