Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus Chapter 246

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After hearing what Hei Xia Zi said, Wu Xie felt cold in his heart, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, draining all his strength. He had originally held on to a glimmer of hope, expecting Aunt Wen Jin to come back to find them, but now it seemed that this wish had been shattered.

Seeing Wu Xie so depressed, the fat man patted him on the shoulder and tried to comfort him: "Wu Xie, your Third Aunt may have run into something. Besides, didn't she also say that someone of 'it' followed her along the way? Your Third Aunt may be afraid that it will threaten your safety, so she left first. Who knows."

After listening to the fat man's words, Pan Zi felt that it made sense and agreed, "Yes! Third Master, don't be too sad. Maybe Master's wife was afraid that she would hurt you, so she left first."

Wu Xie listened to the two people's comfort, although he was still a little disappointed and worried, but he gradually calmed down. He knew that he couldn't be depressed like this anymore, he had to cheer up and continue to look for the whereabouts of his uncle. So he took a deep breath and nodded to show that he understood.

Afterwards, Wu Xie followed the fat man back to the tent, lay down in his sleeping bag, closed his eyes, and let his tired body rest for a moment. Although he was still full of anxiety and worry, he had no other choice at this moment, but to wait for tomorrow to come and continue moving forward.

Late at night, everything was silent except for the moonlight shining on the earth, making it appear silvery white. Hei Xiazi and Pan Zi were camping in the woods, one leaning against a tree trunk with his arms folded, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep; the other was sitting by the campfire, stirring the weak flames, his eyes occasionally glancing around.

Suddenly, a "swish, swish, swish" sound rang out in the silent night, as if something was approaching.

Hei Xiazi's ears moved slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He just quietly placed his hand on the weapon beside him, ready to deal with danger at any time.

When Pan Zi heard the sound, he immediately became alert, quickly picked up a burning stick, and watched the movements around him nervously.

"Panzi... Panzi... Panzi..."

Low and familiar shouts came from all directions, echoing in the air.

Pan Zi's heart was startled, and he listened carefully to the source of the voice, with a look of surprise on his face. He thought it was Wu Sansheng, so he couldn't wait to shout: "Master San! Where are you? Come out!" However, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a dead silence around him, and no one responded.

Pan Zi's face became solemn, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He frowned and shouted again, "Who are you? What have you done to Third Master?" His voice was filled with anger and worry, echoing throughout the forest.

At this moment, the mysterious voice suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by another person's name - Wu Xie.

Pan Zi's expression froze instantly, his eyes widened, and he looked around in disbelief. He didn't know why this mysterious man called his and Wu Xie's names, and he didn't know if they were in danger. He held the stick tightly in his hand, his body tense, ready to deal with any possible crisis.

"Oh no! Young Master San!" Pan Zi suddenly thought of something and turned around and ran towards the tent behind him.

Wu Xie and Fatty had already woken up when they heard Pan Zi yelling outside. But they both thought they had encountered something dirty, so they curled up in their quilts, shivering and not daring to speak or get out of bed.

When Wu Xie heard Pan Zi's voice, he subconsciously wanted to reply, but when he thought of the familiar shouts just now, he suppressed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Little Third Master! Little Third Master! Little Third Master!"

Wu Xie listened to Pan Zi's increasingly anxious voice, and felt a little reluctant, but he gritted his teeth and decided to continue curling up in the quilt. He wanted to see what this Pan Zi was made of, and if it was really something dirty, he would definitely find a way to get rid of it.

Pan Zi waited outside for a while, and when he saw that Wu Xie still didn't respond, he became more and more anxious. He didn't know why Wu Xie ignored him. Could something have happened? He hesitated for a moment and decided to go in and take a look.

Pan Zi gently lifted the tent curtain and walked into the tent. He saw Wu Xie lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, motionless. He walked to the bedside and asked softly, "Little Third Master, are you okay?"

After hearing Pan Zi's voice, Wu Xie originally wanted to come out, but then he thought that some powerful dirty things could become exactly the same as the real thing.

Seeing that Wu Xie didn't respond, Pan Zi started to call out again: "Little Third Master, what's wrong with you? It's strange, why is Little Third Master sleeping so soundly? Fatty? Fatty, are you asleep?"

Seeing that Wu Xie didn't reply, Pan Zi called out the fat man's name again.

The fat man was suddenly called out, and he was so frightened that his body trembled. His body, curled up in the quilt, became even more like a ball, and he was still muttering words like "Buddha bless you, the Three Pure Ones bless you, and the Virgin Mary bless you."

Seeing that Wu Xie did not respond, Pan Zi reached out to pull his quilt. Wu Xie held the quilt tightly, not letting Pan Zi pull it away. Pan Zi pulled hard, and a corner of the quilt was torn open. Wu Xie showed a horrified face.

Pan Zi was startled and asked quickly, "Little Third Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Xie looked at Pan Zi, his eyes full of fear. He stammered, "Pan... Pan Zi, you... you are not Pan Zi... you are... you are..."

Pan Zi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and explained, "I am Pan Zi, Master San, are you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Wu Xie shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Pan Zi can't be that scary... You must be fake... You are a dirty thing..."

Pan Zi smiled helplessly and said, "Master San, don't be afraid. I really am Pan Zi. If you don't believe me, touch my hand and feel the temperature."

Pan Zi stretched out his hand to Wu Xie, who touched it carefully and felt that it was indeed warm. He was still a little skeptical and said, "But...but why is your voice so strange?"

Pan Zi said, "Young Master San, what's so strange about that? I just came over and called your name. I don't know what was calling you before. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I came in to check."

Wu Xie nodded doubtfully and said, "Okay, maybe I'm overthinking...but why did you call me Wu Xie just now?"

Pan Zi said, "My Third Master! How dare I call you by your name! I am not calling you Third Master."

Wu Xie finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right! You see, I'm almost confused. By the way, what on earth was Pan Zi just now? Why does it sound so similar to Third Uncle and your voice?"

Pan Zi looked at Wu Xie with a serious expression, "Young Master San, this place is really too strange, anything can happen. We still have to be careful."

As they were talking, something suddenly swam outside the tent above the three of them. The sound was very small, but it was particularly clear in the silent night.

"Ah!!!" A scream broke the silence. A spherical object suddenly jumped up from the bed behind Wu Xie. Pan Zi and Wu Xie turned their heads hurriedly and saw a red and black snake with a tumor on its head similar to a cockscomb on the fat man's bed. It seemed to be disturbed by the fat man's movement.

The fat man was terrified and jumped onto Wu Xie's bed. His fat body made the bed creak. Wu Xie and Pan Zi looked at each other, both filled with doubt and fear.

The three of them stared at the snake on Fatty's bed nervously. Wu Xie and Fatty had never seen such a strange snake. Only Pan Zi looked at the snake with horror. His eyes revealed an unspeakable fear.

The comb on the snake's head was shaking constantly, as if sending some kind of signal. And in their ears, they heard the familiar voice again, "Young Master San! Panzi! Young Master San! Panzi! Young Master San! Panzi!" This voice made their hair stand on end, and a chill went up their spine.

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