sjar Chapter 94 Holy Water
Chapter 94 Holy Water
Martha looked at her with pity: "Child, you don't know."
"The gods of the old era have abandoned us."
"The holy afterglow will one day fade away."
Ji Xingyi looked at the old man in silence. He could have easily regarded the old man in front of him as a fake medium, but he felt inexplicably irritated.
Superstitious and mysterious things are too deceptive; we can't let her lead us by the nose! Ji Xingyi pondered for a moment, then changed her approach and asked, "If you want me to believe you, you need at least some evidence."
"In what form do demons exist? How can you prove their existence?"
Martha turned and took out a brown glass bottle about two fingers wide from her expensive black handbag: "This contains holy water. If you drink it, you will see through the true nature of the devil."
Ji Xingyi opened her eyes slightly and looked down at the brown glass bottle at the old man's fingertips, where she could vaguely see the liquid swaying inside.
Holy water is a well-known exorcism tool in Western religious culture. It is water that has been blessed by Catholic priests and is commonly used in baptism ceremonies.
Ji Xingyi still remembers that this is a terrifying dungeon with a psychic setting. Although he believes that Martha is fake, it does not mean that holy water does not exist in this world.
To drink or not to drink?
Ji Xing hesitated. The medium was fake, but the holy water might actually be real.
If it's true, it could very well affect the outcome of the third round of "The Battle of Spirits".
If the holy water was fake, then Martha wouldn't have tricked him into drinking a bottle of pure water, because there would be no point. The glass bottle most likely contained toxic substances.
To gamble or not to gamble?
He could choose to leave now, but if the holy water is real, leaving now would mean losing a crucial clue.
Ji Xingyi stared for a long time with his dark eyes, and finally drank the holy water under Martha's gratified gaze.
In the Death Dungeon, obtaining even one more clue will slightly increase your survival rate.
He had to take a chance for Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin, who was waiting for Ji Xingyi in his room, received a system notification at that moment and was teleported to the room of the Chinese Taoist Liu Zhen.
Upon entering, one finds a tea room in a modern Chinese style. After scanning the room, Jiang Lin can basically confirm that the NPC's room reflects the NPC's character.
Liu Zhen was sitting in a chair, with an unfinished chess game on the table in front of him. The young Taoist priest gestured for Jiang Lin to sit opposite him.
Jiang Lin glanced at the black chess pieces left for him on the table and smiled, "I don't know how to play chess. I heard you are good at divination. Could you tell my fortune for me?"
"Are you sure?" Liu Zhen looked up. Jiang Lin wasn't the first observer to want to consult him for divination, but the previous observers all hesitated at the last moment.
They were afraid of anticipating a bad outcome, afraid that it would become their inner demon and affect their performance in subsequent matches.
From this perspective alone, those people were all very wise.
After Jiang Lin sat down, he calmly looked directly at Liu Zhen and said, "I'm sure."
Liu Zhen: "What would you like to know?"
Jiang Lin: "Then... let's be healthy."
Liu Zhen looked surprised.
Jiang Lin: "Is that not allowed?"
“No. They used to calculate good and bad fortune, I thought you could do that too.” Liu Zhen took out three ancient coins from her sleeve and scattered them in front of Jiang Lin.
The brass-colored coin stood out conspicuously among the black and white chess pieces.
Liu Zhen raised her eyes and asked again, "Continue?"
Jiang Lin: "Of course."
Liu Zhen picked up three ancient coins and threw them down again. This time, he used a simpler hexagram, which required six throws.
After everything was finished, Jiang Lin smiled and asked, "How was it?"
Liu Zhen noticed that the young man opposite her showed no sign of tension from beginning to end, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "You don't seem to care about this result."
Jiang Lin: "How could that be? If I didn't care, why would I ask you to divine my future?"
Liu Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly as she carefully observed Jiang Lin's face.
Judging from his appearance, the young man has clear eyebrows and bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, good fortune, no worries about food and clothing, good health and intelligence, and should be a person with stable emotions.
This type of face is not considered extremely auspicious, but for most people, a smooth and successful life is already a rare privilege.
But for some reason, the young man in front of her always gave Liu Zhen a strange feeling.
Jiang Lin wasn't exactly repulsive; he had been very gentle and polite since he entered, and hadn't done anything that would make Liu Zhen dislike him.
There was a strange feeling of unease, stemming from Liu Zhen's instincts.
Jiang Lin chuckled: "I pay close attention to my physical and mental health."
Liu Zhen sighed and briefly explained the divination result: "You will experience some physical damage in the short term, but it will not be life-threatening. You can rest assured."
Jiang Lin nodded and stood up to leave. Liu Zhen, seeing this, exclaimed in surprise, "You're just leaving like that?"
Jiang Lin: "Wasn't it all calculated?"
“But only 5 minutes have passed,” Liu Zhen said, having never encountered such an observer before, and tried to persuade him to stay, “Aren’t you going to ask anything else? You still have 10 minutes.”
Jiang Lin smiled at the young Taoist priest and said, "Too much is as bad as too little. I am very satisfied with this result."
After the young man left, Liu Zhen fell into deep thought. Just as he was about to call on the next observer to choose him, his gaze swept across the chessboard and he suddenly noticed an extra black piece on it.
The black stone is placed at the star point in the very center of the board – the tengen point.
The black pieces' initial downward trend was instantly reversed, transforming into a hidden dragon emerging from the sea.
Liu Zhen looked stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly.
When Jiang Lin returned to the room, Ji Xingyi was sitting on the edge of the bed, bending over.
The man rested his elbows on his knees, pressed his palms against his forehead, and ran his fingertips through his hair.
Jiang Lin immediately went over: "What's wrong?"
Ji Xingyi waved his hand slightly, without saying a word, looking distressed.
Jiang Lin's expression darkened slightly. He touched the man's face, finding it burning hot to the touch, and frowned, asking, "What happened?"
Ji Xingyi grabbed Jiang Lin's hand, wrapped her arms around the young man's waist, and pressed her face against his body: "Masha gave me holy water to drink, and I feel a little uncomfortable. Let me hold you for a while, and I'll feel better soon."
Holy water? Jiang Lin forcefully turned Ji Xingyi's face up, only to find that the man's face was extremely ugly, with an unusual blush, not like the flush of drunkenness, but more like the afterglow of a candle flame about to burn out.
Jiang Lin, rarely speaking to anyone, suddenly erupted in a tirade: "Ji Xingyi, how old are you! You'll drink anything given to you!"
"It's alright." Ji Xingyi forced himself to stand up. As long as it wasn't a deadly poison, it meant he had made the right gamble!
But he still didn't understand what the holy water's purpose was.
Ji Xingyi felt dizzy, as if his head had been filled with cement. But the moment he saw Jiang Lin's angry face, he felt like his eyes were seeing things too.
"Xingyi?" Jiang Lin saw the man swaying and staring at her, so she immediately grabbed Ji Xingyi's shoulder to prevent him from falling.
"Linlin?" Ji Xingyi tilted his head slightly and couldn't help but touch Jiang Lin's face.
Ji Xingyi had seen this face since childhood, and she knew exactly how its features had developed. But why did it look different now?
It looks even better now, it seems to be glowing?
And those eyes.
Ji Xingyi couldn't help but wrap her arms around Jiang Lin's body and press her down on the bed, stroking the corner of Jiang Lin's eye with her fingertips.
"Linlin...am I seeing things?"
Why are your eyes purple?
Crystal clear...pale purple?