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"Was it really the Blood Well?"
After confirming several times, Yuan Buyu's expression turned extremely complicated—surprise, joy, confusion, and fear all layered and shifted on his wrinkled face like dog's tail grass.
"What's wrong, Old Man Yuan?"
"Hiss~ Why do you have such a forewarning before you light incense?"
Yuan Buyu, still worried that his old eyes might be failing him, looked closely again. Then he sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed, like "The Thinker" statue, with his right hand resting on his cheek and his left hand hanging down on his knee.
Zhou Xuan felt it was awkward to rush him and sat closely beside him, eyes closed, continuing to rest his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, his ears acted up again.
Shh~shh~shh,
White noise came,
Starting yesterday, Zhou Xuan not only saw things he shouldn't have seen, but his ears started hearing words he shouldn't have heard.
