C18 (2/2)

The night was as tranquil as water. After Lin Zhaojun finished his dinner, he returned to his room to rest.

Thinking back to what had happened last night, Lin Zhaojun felt an indescribable sense of strangeness from the palace at night.

He opened his eyes wide, completely devoid of sleep. After thinking for a while, he called for Zi Yan to sleep with him.

I hope it will be calmer tonight, Lin Zhaojun thought to himself.

In a certain room in the manor, a figure was drawing many strange symbols on a piece of bright yellow silk with a brush. At first glance, it seemed to be some sort of incantation.

If one looked carefully, it was not difficult to notice that this figure was the Blue Fanged Fist that had appeared in the Prince's Mansion during the day.

When the ink dried on the silk, he wrapped it with the silk.

On the floor of the room, he arranged a strange formation of willow branches.

The fire piston in his hand ignited, and he placed it in the center of the formation.

While watching the silk burn, he closed his eyes and concentrated. His lips that were originally tightly closed suddenly moved, but he couldn't hear a single sound.

When the silk completely burnt out, a trace of impatience flashed on Qing Jue's face before it disappeared completely.

That person was no longer the original person. Qing Jue once again did psychological work for him, so there was no need to be soft-hearted.

In Lin Zhaojun's room, the candle on the table had already been burnt out and the flame extinguished.

He heard the sound of regular breathing of purple smoke.

Lin Zhaojun was still not sleepy even though he kept tossing and turning. He also didn't have the heart to wake up the people around him to chat with him, so what else could he say?

Once again, Lin Zhaojun felt a sense of loneliness and loneliness pouncing towards him.

Suddenly, Lin Zhaojun smelled a faintly discernible rotten smell mixed with the smell of earth.

His heart couldn't help but tighten as something approached him.

Lin Zhaojun was trying to recall the layout of the room. He was thinking about where he could get a convenient object to use as a weapon, and what would be more advantageous in attacking from a distance.

Not knowing what it was, Lin Zhaoge did not dare to act rashly. He held his breath, waiting for the object to approach him.

It was unknown if that thing sensed that the person in the room was not asleep, or if it was something like that, but it stopped two zhang away from Lin Zhijun.

Lin Zhaojun held to the principle of ”if the enemy does not move, I do not move”, and the unknown object did not move on to the next step.

”Kacha kacha …”

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Zhaojun knew that he wasn't dreaming last night, and all the hair on his body was standing on end.

Was it a human or a ghost?

Lin Zhijun was puzzled.

All of a sudden, Purple Smoke turned over and unconsciously let out a few incoherent words.

The unknown object seemed to be alarmed.

Whoosh …

F * ck, what the hell was that thing moving so fast?

Fortunately, they didn't meet force with force, or else they would have suffered greatly. I just don't know if it'll come back.

It seemed that tonight was destined to be an sleepless night.

Lin Zhaojun reached out to grasp Zi Yan's hand. The temperature of the purple smoke gave Lin Zhaojun a sense of reality; this was not a dream.

It seemed like he shouldn't stay here any longer!

He had to think of a way to leave this place. This was a difficult matter.