Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

"Oh, sir, you don't know something." The waiter filled the teacup and pushed it back towards Zhao Xuehan.He looked around a few times, and after confirming that no one was listening, he said in a low voice, "Our boss got the news, saying that the magic cultivator used this painting to harm people. Anyone whose eyes bleed to death has this painting at home." Kind of paintings. The boss found out, so he asked us to take down all the paintings of this person in the store.”

Zhao Xuehan frowned: "Who else knows about this?"

"Not many people know about it." Xiaoer replied cautiously, "The immortal told the boss to keep quiet to prevent the demon from slipping away. They said they would catch the demon in these two days and give justice to the people in the town."

Zhao Xuehan nodded, indicating that he understood.Gently waved his hand to let Xiao Er leave.He stared at the teacup, the tea in the cup reflected the light outside the window, and circles of ripples shone brightly.However, Zhao Xuehan felt that his thoughts were like tea leaves in the cup, slowly sinking to the bottom of the cup.

That does not work.Thinking about it, he stood up quickly, ignored the untouched tea and side dishes, went upstairs a few steps, and pushed open the door of his guest room.

Yan Ke is not there.There was only his sword on the table.Zhao Xuehan hesitated for a moment, picked up the sword and hung it on his waist, then left the inn directly, and ran towards the mute's house that he had visited in the morning.

When Zhao Xuehan arrived at the destination, it was already completely dark.He pushed the courtyard door of the mute's house, and the courtyard door was locked.Zhao Xuehan originally wanted to ask someone to open the door, but after thinking for a moment, he gave up and chose to enter the courtyard directly by climbing over the courtyard wall.

He originally thought that he would turn over clumsily for a while, but he didn't expect Zhao Xuehan's body to be very light and nimble. With his hands on the wall, he jumped over easily.

There was no one in the yard, except for the lights in the room.Zhao Xuehan walked to the door of the wing room that he entered during the daytime, knocked lightly on the door twice, and seeing no one answered, he quietly pushed the door open and walked straight in.

The mute painter was still sitting at the table, slowly drawing something.Zhao Xuehan pushed the door open, bringing in a gust of air-conditioning.Feeling the temperature change, the mute painter couldn't help raising his head, facing Zhao Xuehan's eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and made two gestures, but the little girl was not around during the day, and no one interpreted for him.

But Zhao Xuehan didn't need a translator, it was the first time he felt that his mind-reading skill was so practical.A line of words appeared in the air next to the dumb head: "What's the matter so late."

Zhao Xuehan stared at the dumb face for a while.He decided not to be polite, but to get straight to the point.

"Are you a magician?" he asked.

The dumb face quickly turned pale.He stared at Zhao Xuehan motionlessly, as if he wanted to refute.However, Zhao Xuehan directly stopped him.

"It's no use lying to me," he said. "You have tampered with this painting."

The mute slowly clenched his fist, and then gradually let go.He lowered his eyes, paled his face, and nodded slightly.A line of small characters in the air said: "I am Moxiu, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief.He thought before, what should he do if the mute refuses to admit it, but now it is much simpler.

"Let's go." Zhao Xuehan said.

The mute suddenly raised his head, and looked at Zhao Xuehan as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"You have been discovered, you must leave this village as soon as possible." Zhao Xuehan took two steps forward and said anxiously, "Otherwise you will have to die."

The mute's pupils suddenly opened for a moment, and a line of small characters quickly appeared in the air.Zhao Xuehan looked at the line and shook his head.

"I'm afraid it will be too late." He whispered, "If you leave first, there may be room for recovery."

The mute bit his lip, a pained expression appeared on his delicate face.Zhao Xuehan couldn't bear it, and comforted him softly: "It won't hurt you to run away. If nothing happens, it won't be too late to come back in a few days."

The mute lowered his head, and after a while, nodded slowly.Suddenly, he raised his head and grabbed Zhao Xuehan's hand abruptly, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Zhao Xuehan looked at the words in the air beside his eyes, and nodded.

"I promise you," he said, "go on without delay."

Zhao Xuehan watched the mute pack a package indiscriminately, and then left the yard in a hurry.After watching the mute figure disappear at the end of the street, he turned around slowly, locked the courtyard door, returned to the mute's room and sat down.

Now that I have made an agreement with the mute, I must spend the night here tonight.He opened the door, looked at the lights in the opposite wing, and thought silently.Just leave tomorrow before the carpenter and the girl get up.

But when he thought about wasting the past again today and not making any progress in learning the eye surgery, Zhao Xuehan began to feel nervous again.

The dumb chair was big enough for two people. He moved slightly on the chair, and the sword hanging on his waist rang softly, and he suddenly realized that he was still carrying Yan Ke's sword with him.

Zhao Xuehan took off the sword, put it on the table and looked at it for a while.For some reason, he just wanted to face the Demon Cultivator, and it would be good to take something that can defend himself, so he brought the sword with him by accident.

I don't know if Yan Ke will be anxious when he returns to the room and sees that the sword is gone.Will he come here to find himself.

Zhao Xuehan felt a little sorry for a while, and thought of going back to the inn to return the sword.However, he has an agreement with the mute at this time, so it is not easy to act casually.

It doesn't matter if Yan Ke doesn't have a sword, Zhao Xuehan comforted himself, anyway, he always waved his hands when he made moves, and he had never seen him use a sword, so he would be fine if he left me here for a night.

While thinking about it, Zhao Xuehan took out the rune again and spread it on the table.He doesn't want to sleep now, why not study the runes while no one is around.

The candle on the table had burned out, and the flame went out after a few jumps.Zhao Xuehan couldn't find a replacement candle anywhere in the house, so he sighed and took the sword out of its sheath.He knew that the sword emitted blue light, which could barely be used as a lighting object.

Although the sword has light, it is not bright.But it's a wonderful reflector.It completely reflects the moonlight from the window into a small square of light and casts it on the table.When Zhao Xuehan wanted to identify the runes, he could move that piece of light onto the runes to illuminate them.

Zhao Xuehan praised how easy this sword is, and laid out the runes one by one on the table.He knew that he threw an invisibility talisman at the zombie during the day, and vaguely remembered the style of the rune. He wanted to find the same one in this pile of papers, pick it out and put it in another place for his own use.

However, this pile of runes dazzled Zhao Xuehan.He took out a few and thought they were all very similar, but he couldn't be sure which one was the same as the one he used during the day.

"The invisibility talisman... Which one is it?" Zhao Xuehan muttered in a low voice.

The sword placed on the table trembled, and the light spots it reflected also jumped up on the table.

Zhao Xuehan noticed the movement of the light spot, and looked suspiciously at the sword.The sword didn't seem to sense Zhao Xuehan's suspicion, and he tilted the blade without authorization. The light spot reflected by the blade moved slowly on the table, drifted past several runes, and finally stopped on a piece of paper.

The light spot is like a white photo frame, framing the rune.

Zhao Xuehan stared at the light spot dumbfounded, her heart pounding.He knew he was scared.If it was in the world before his death, it was obviously a sign of being haunted.He would definitely jump up and scream to escape from this room at the second when the sword moved.

However, this is not the world I am familiar with.There are still zombies in this world, so haunting is nothing.And he is still a demon.If he ran out with such a yell, the Demon Lord would probably be mentally handicapped.

Zhao Xuehan collected himself and looked at the illuminated runes.The moonlight has a faint blue color, and a light film is coated on its surface, as if it is waiting for Zhao Xuehan's inspection.

Zhao Xuehan hesitated for a moment, picked up the rune, and threw it on the stool he was sitting on.The stool disappeared out of thin air.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.This is really an invisibility symbol.

After Zhao Xuehan sat on the invisible stool for a while, he groped for the stool and tore off the rune completely and put it away.He swallowed, staring closely at the light reflected by the sword, his heart pounding.

"I don't know which rune... can summon the wind..." He pretended to be talking to himself, and whispered hesitantly.

As expected, the sword moved again.Zhao Xuehan shivered violently, staring at the spot of light slowly moving to another rune.

He watched the light spot frame the rune, and after standing still, he jumped up and put the sword into the scabbard with a snap.

He should have been overjoyed to let the sword recognize the runes one by one for him.But the faint blue light of the sword always reminded Zhao Xuehan of Yan Ke's eyes.

It seems that Yan Ke is using this sword to secretly observe him from a distant place, watching him coldly laying out a table full of runes, trying to identify them with all his might.Zhao Xuehan could imagine Yan Ke's expressionless face, turning his fingers and moving the blade of his sword in a distant inn, mockingly helping him identify the function of one or two runes.

It's really scary.

He carefully placed the sword in the corner farthest from him in the room, then sat back on the stool, lifted his feet up, curled up in the chair with his knees in his arms, and stared blankly at the painting on the table.

It is an orchid, only a simple outline, no color has been applied yet,

Why am I so afraid of him?Zhao Xuehan thought.Even if my identity is exposed and Yan Ke wants me to die, I have already died once, so death should not be scary to me.

But he was just scared.Whenever he thinks of Yan Ke's eyes, Zhao Xuehan's heart beats twice as fast.

He didn't know when he fell asleep.Probably because he was far away from Yan Ke, although Zhao Xuehan didn't have a bed to lie on, he slept very soundly, without any dream disturbance.He didn't wake up until the light from the sky shone on his eyelids.

Zhao Xuehan closed his eyes and moved his head, vaguely feeling that he was leaning on a big rock.The stone was so hard that it hurt his cheek.

Strange, I slept in the mute's room, where did I get the stone.Zhao Xuehan was puzzled, and slowly opened his eyes.

He leaned half his body, resting his head on someone's shoulder.The man was dressed in black, motionless, like a statue.

Zhao Xuehan opened his eyes and looked up in a daze, but saw a pair of light blue eyes facing him.