But he saw Nie Renyan twitched the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile. His lips maintained that arc and did not open or close, but the voice came down the palm of his hand again: "Don't worry, they can't hear."

Ye Zhao: "Why—" Before he could finish speaking, he saw Nie Renyan raised an index finger on his other hand, made a "shush" on his lips, and then nodded.

"..." Ye Zhao watched a series of his movements, and was silent for a while, then said in his mind, "What is it?"

Nie Renyan's voice sounded again: "Well, don't say it." His face has turned to the side, and he seems to be watching TV news with relish.

After making up his mind, Ye Zhao also turned his attention to the TV. While watching the reports inside, he communicated with Nie Renyan with all his heart: If you continue to talk nonsense this time, you can give it a try.

Nie Renyan: …………

Ye Zhao glanced at him: You haven't answered the previous question about the dagger.

Nie Renyan frowned slightly, then replied after a while: I thought about it, in fact, last night was the first time I encountered your dagger. I remember when I first got it in my hand, it was indeed very different. It felt as if there was fire burning down the place of contact until it reached the palm of the hand, but it was only for that moment, and after that, including the previous use of it to treat the wound, there was no special feeling.

Ye Zhao stretched out his hand to support his chin, thought for a while and asked: Then do you know what Taotie has to be afraid of? Could it be a connection between the dagger and that thing?

Nie Renyan: This is not very clear. My previous memory was very chaotic and fragmented. There is no difference between having a dream and not having it. Just from the few times I have played with it in the past two years, he is similar to me, and the wounds caused by ordinary things are average. It doesn't matter, it will be healed soon, but if we don't deal with each other's wounds properly, it will be a little troublesome. To put it bluntly, only things with spiritual power can cause substantial damage to it. However, there are many things with spirituality. Maybe your dagger is old, it has been used by some strange people, and a lot of spiritual power has been injected into it.

Ye Zhao: Well, maybe... By the way, when you said that none of the murderers had golden eyes, did you mean the three of them?

Nie Renyan turned his head and glanced at him strangely, and then turned his eyes back: Why are you asking so strangely? The four evildoers all have red eyes, it seems that the shades are a little different, tsk, don’t know if it’s because of more blood...

Ye Zhao frowned: How do you know that your own eyes are red?

Nie Renyan picked up the corners of his mouth, probably thought the question was a bit funny: I see, I was really frightened for the first time, and my consciousness was not very clear, but when I was able to gradually control some of my consciousness, I specially saw how old I was. How curious it must be... To be honest, although it is quite majestic, it looks really awkward, so I didn't watch it a second time.

Ye Zhao: Are you sure it's red? But

Just as he was talking, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Fang Siyuan came in in a hurry, with the wood behind him.

The appearance of the two of them interrupted Nie Renyan and Ye Zhao's spiritual flow. Luo Xiaochen, who was on the side, turned his face and silently rubbed the dog's eyes that had been poisoned for a long time: Showing affection and love is too goddamn hateful! Finally someone came to save him and Xia Zhiming, the giant breathing light bulbs.

Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at the two of them up and down, and found that they were still wearing the clothes they used to go out, and there were no wounds.

The rescue operation is over so soon?

no. Nie Renyan's voice came from the place where the back touched again: I have been paying attention to the movement downstairs, and they have not dispatched any help.

Sure enough, as soon as Nie Renyan finished speaking, he saw Fang Siyuan pulled up the chair and sat down, facing Xia Zhiming's shop, with both hands on the back of the chair and his chin on his hands, and he seemed to be indifferent and complained: "Head Son, this time it's just too weak, a bunch of people are ready to go, squatting there for a long time, my legs are numb, but a phone call came and said that the rescue operation was canceled! Damn!"

Xia Zhiming lifted his eyelids: "Rescue operation? Didn't you have diarrhea?"

Fang Siyuan: "…………" He scratched the back of his head and said hesitantly: "Well, what, you can't guess what I'm going to do, hehehehe."

"What do you mean by canceling all of them?" Xia Zhiming stopped running on him and asked, raising his chin.

"It's literally." Fang Siyuan's chin fell back on the backs of his hands with a thud. He tilted his head and said, "I didn't say why, and then everyone went to their own places to leave."

"The fog is too thick." Nie Renyan said as he walked to the window.

Before Luo Xiaochen finished teasing the little nurse, he didn't really try to open the curtains. Nie Renyan pushed aside the light blue curtains a little, bent over and looked at it for a while, then stood up straight, with one hand in his trousers pocket, with the other hand, he bent his index finger and tapped the thick layer twice: "Just got up. When it is foggy, it is estimated that everyone who can be saved will be saved, and after that, there will be no need to save, so let’s take a look at the outermost layer of glass.”