[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

In Bailejing, he must be the only one who dares to treat Fei Kun's father, Lu's bride, like this in Fei Kun Temple.

Nan Xing wanted to see Fei Kun's father clearly, but he happened to be in the backlight right now, and the faint skylight outside the window could only show his outline.

He turned a deaf ear to what Nan Xing said, still pressed her wrist on the ground with his left hand, and stretched his right hand towards the back of her neck, Nan Xing thought he was going to pinch his vagus nerve.

In order to quickly solve troubles, she used the same method on others before, she was sensitive to this action like a conditioned reflex, she struggled subconsciously, "I didn't lie to you, don't pinch me first... Huh? "

Before she finished speaking, she found that the other party just pressed her fingers on the back of her head, all the way down the spine.

The force he used was subtle, painless, and even a bit enjoyable.

Maybe Fei Kun's father Lu took blind massage in his spare time.

This is not surprising, in this war-torn era, it is always good to have more skills.

This feeling of enjoyment lasted for less than two seconds before disappearing. Immediately afterwards, another strange feeling slowly climbed up his back, as if he had lost all cover in front of him, and there was a kind of secret. The shame, shame, and sense of being exposed.

When his finger slid down to his waist, Nan Xing finally couldn't take it anymore, "Just click here, and I'll give you a five-star rating. You don't need to click any more, and I won't charge you any more."

Fei Kun's father stopped moving, but he did not look like he had listened to Nan Xing's words, more like...he had finished what he wanted to do, or got the answer he wanted.

He withdrew his hand, and at the same time, let go of Nan Xing, stood up, walked into the temple, and whispered, "Sorry."

His voice was deep and cold, like the faint moonlight silently shining outside the window.

Nan Xing always felt that the voice was very familiar, but it was subtly different from the feeling in her memory. She was not sure about her inner guess, but still held a glimmer of hope and tentatively called out to the man's back: "Brother? "

Under normal circumstances, anyone who hears such a call, even if they don't understand it, will react.But this Fei Kun's father Lu didn't play cards according to common sense at all.He seemed to automatically block what Nan Xing said, without giving any feedback, and went straight to the dining table over there and sat down.

Immediately afterwards, he lit the candle on the table, and the candlelight illuminated the space in the temple, and at the same time, illuminated his face.

Nan Xing's breathing stagnates.

This is indeed the face that is deeply imprinted in her mind, but, compared with the memory, the outline is deeper, as if the creator has bestowed all aesthetic concepts on a marble statue.

The candlelight shone on him, slightly blurring the dusty indifference and covering him with a layer of warm soft light, like a young archangel resting in the world with his wings folded.

In the ten years she hadn't participated in, he had grown into her favorite Luoxue Matsuma.

Looking at him, Nan Xing realized in his heart that the current him had obviously forgotten her, and likewise, he would never remember the title "little brother" again.

"...Patriarch," she thought for a while, then changed to an official name and explained to him, "I am Zhang Nanxing from the Medog Archives, and I am here..."

When Zhang Qiling heard the name "Zhang Nanxing", the movements of his hands suddenly stopped, he raised his eyes to look at Nanxing, and asked her before she finished speaking, "What's your name?"

"Zhang Nanxing." Nan Xing's voice trembled slightly because of the joy rising in her heart. She knew what the question Zhang Qiling asked represented—he cared about the name, the first thing he saw in his palm after becoming Zhang Qiling see the name.

Zhang Qiling stared at Nan Xing for a moment, stood up and took out a brush from the cabinet behind him, found ink, dipped it in, walked to Nan Xing, handed the brush to her, and then stretched out his hand to her.His open palm has slender knuckles, and the index and middle fingers are longer than ten years ago.

He looked at Nan Xing and said, "Write it again."

This is for her to write her name again.

"Okay." Nan Xing took the brush, lightly grasped his fingertips with his left hand, and wrote the word "Nan Xing" on the same position in his palm with his right hand.

After writing, he retracted his hand without a trace.

Zhang Qiling looked at the name with wet ink on his palm, and a light flashed in his calm eyes, "It's you."

Nan Xing was a little surprised by his determined tone, "It's been ten years, do you still remember my handwriting?"

Zhang Qilingyun gave an "um" lightly, as if this was just a matter of course.

Nan Xing was moved, she burst into tears, and was speechless for a while.

Zhang Qiling didn't pay attention to her rich inner drama at all, and returned to the dining table, where there was water, he quickly washed off the ink stains on his hands.

At this time, Nan Xing noticed that the space behind the dining table had been arranged by Bai Lejing people into an open simple kitchen, with small pots, small stoves and other kitchen utensils readily available.

The offerings in the temple were not placed on the altar, but neatly stacked in the kitchen.

Zhang Qiling put the small iron pot filled with water on the newly lit stove, then went back to the dining table and sat down.

He probably came back for dinner, and happened to run into Nan Xing who had been sent in by Baile Jing people.

Nan Xing suddenly recalled the series of operations he had just done, and asked him: "Patriarch, you just now..." She gestured on her spine as she spoke.

Zhang Qiling squinted his eyes in the steam that evaporated after the water boiled, "I'm checking whether you are Heifeizi."

"Black fly?" What's that?

"In the Ghost Water Cave, snakes appear that can control the human body and consciousness. The control method is to attach to the spine of the human body and share life with the human body." Zhang Qiling replied succinctly.

Nan Xing was taken aback, and suddenly thought of something, so he asked him, "A few years ago, the Medog Archives recorded that a woman in Bailejing killed her husband after drinking the spring water from Guishuidong, and then disappeared. Isn't it also related to this kind of snake?"

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes to look at her, "That was just the first one. The townspeople who disappeared one after another were all attached to their spines by snakes."

"You brought them all back later, that is to say, can the snake still be taken out?" Nan Xing asked.

"Not necessarily," Zhang Qiling shook his head, "If the snake has been possessed for too long, the person will die if the snake is taken out. Moreover, the time required for a person and the snake to completely form a symbiosis is getting shorter and shorter, and the missing people behind , the time has been shortened to five days."

"It can still evolve?" Nan Xing thought for a while, "I feel that something is not right. Snakes are prehistoric creatures. They have evolved for tens of millions of years and have not yet evolved such advanced functions. How can they break through in just one or two years? Species boundary? This symbiosis doesn't seem like spontaneous snakes, it's more like a human intervention."

"That's why I'm here."

"Patriarch, I can help you," Nan Xing said after a pause, then looked at himself, "But, do you have any extra clothes? I'm wearing your bride's wedding dress to catch snakes, I'm afraid I'll be caught by Bai Lejing If the townspeople find out, they will say that I have blasphemed you."

This is the third time she has called him patriarch today.

Zhang Qiling didn't care about addressing her, but every word she called "patriarch" made him vaguely feel that it shouldn't be like this.

After being silent for a while, he finally asked her, "What did you call me just now?"

"... Patriarch?" Nan Xing stared at him blankly, because he was not sure of his purpose for asking this question, the ending sounded suspicious.

"Not this sentence."

Nan Xing's heart skipped a beat, she opened her mouth, and called out the phrase "brother" that she had kept in her heart all along.

"Ah."

The water boiled, and the water vapor made a thumping sound on the lid of the pot.

"Let me do it." Nan Xing stood up first, went to the cupboard to find a can of tea and two cups, put the tea away, brought it back to the table, and poured the water from the pot into the cups.

The aroma of tea leaves permeated the air, adding a touch of fireworks to this lonely and deserted Feikun Temple.

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Finally, little Xingxing is going to fight with brother! !My favorite quest is finally about to start!