Become a god in the world of Cthulhu

Chapter 109 Strange Yang Qingning...

"special?"

Ye Feng was a little depressed. No one should know how special the ceremony was.

The bedroom is slightly different from the last time I came here. The room was very tidy before, and everything was placed very neatly.

But Ye Feng noticed that not only the bed was messy, but also a lot of sundries were piled up in the corner of the table. Only one bagpipe was placed in the center of the table alone, with a thick cushion under it.

It can be seen that the owner cares about it very much.

"Um... how do you say it?"

Yang Qingning's cherry lips parted slightly, her face showing a look of entanglement and pain, and her eyes seemed to be magically attractive.

"Qing Ning, don't say it if you don't want to, anyway, it's normal for you to have your own thoughts..."

"It's not... Ye Feng... I'm just a little confused..."

"Okay." Ye Feng reached out and pressed her lips, stopping the next words.

Under Yang Qingning's surprised eyes, he got up and walked to the desk, pointed to the special bagpipe on the table and said, "Qingning, what is this?"

"Oh... this is my mother's relic." After finishing speaking, Yang Qingning hurried over, carefully put away the bagpipes and said

"Don't move around, this is an essential item for resurrection."

After Yang Qingning finished explaining,

Then he quickly took the bagpipes and walked towards the inlaid safe.

After squatting there for a tedious operation, she opened the box and put the bagpipes in, as if she was afraid of any accidents.

"Is it necessary to be so cautious?"

Ye Feng thought that he was very cautious in doing things on weekdays, but seeing Yang Qingning's attitude towards the relics today, he knew what it meant to be cautious!

She even guarded herself.

"Although you are the pope, you don't know much about this. Some items cannot be replaced. If you don't have them, you can't perform the ceremony..."

"So, be careful."

Yang Qingning tidied up the safe, took out a towel and wiped the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and then slowly spoke.

But Ye Feng didn't pay much attention to this, what he wanted to know was another question.

"By the way... today I heard from my uncle that Zhizhu..."

"I see he's sad. What does that mean?"

Curiosity is his only weakness, as long as he knows something, he must want to know it clearly.

"Oh."

Yang Qingning bit her lips lightly, her expression was very complicated, she bent down to clean up the debris on the bed.

"Zhizhu...was my grandfather's job before. After my father learned his skills, he always dreamed of being the best sculptor of Zhizhu."

After tidying up, she stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "Since that incident, it seems that it has been a long time since I saw my father portraying Zhizhu again..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly became agitated: "He doesn't care about his mother at all. They are the people who love each other the most, but they are unwilling to do anything!"

Ye Feng was silent when he heard the words.

He knew what Yang Qingning was talking about, most likely it was her mother's death.

It seems that this incident had a great impact on their father and daughter.

After venting her emotions, Yang Qingning lay on the bed and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sleepy..."

Ye Feng nodded knowingly, closed the door and walked out of Yang Qingning's room.

Standing on the second floor, looking at Yang Qingning's room, and at Yang Yong lying on the sofa, there was only a sigh.

Ye Feng walked downstairs slowly, wondering if he could help them.

After all, one is his master, and the other is his girlfriend. No matter whether they are affected by abnormal power or not, anyway, the status of the two of them is like this now, so they have the obligation to do something.

"what?"

Seeing that Yang Yong was the only one left on the sofa in front of him, Ye Feng couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Zhang San obviously drank too much before!
Was he pretending to be drunk on purpose?
For Zhang San, his mood is still complicated.

Overall speaking, there is nothing wrong with this person, and he gets along well with the security team, even he is very polite to Yang Qingning, the only shortcoming is that he is a little timid.

As for being afraid of death.

Ye Feng himself doesn't think that fear of death is a shortcoming, but Zhang San always makes him feel weird, there is a feeling of fear of death but not so afraid of death, it is difficult to describe this state.

Zhang San's room is downstairs, and Ye Feng is considered a neighbor.

"Dong dong dong."

"Boom boom boom!"

Ye Feng slapped the door for a while, but Zhang San's bedroom didn't respond at all.

Where did this go?

Is there really any secret?
Ye Feng was full of ups and downs, and walked outside with the flickering light, which was a distance of more than ten meters, and he reached the gate of the villa yard in two steps.

In the yard, Zhang San, who was sitting elegantly cross-legged on the ground, was doing exercises.

That's right, it's just practicing.

This is not the way believers should use it, the traditional way of praising the gods.Generally do not choose to do it in the yard!

"Is this practicing a secret technique?"

Zhang San in the yard stood there motionless with his palms facing the sky, his feet in a semi-squat.

Ye Feng sorted out his thoughts, and remembered that Zhang San is now a follower of the Balance Sect, and the Balance Sect is very unusual, it is an elite school, and there are very few low-level believers.

The Lord of Order, like the previous White Daughter, has no interest in developing believers at all, and obviously cares more about the more perfect rules he has established.

As if sensing Ye Feng's arrival, Zhang San slowly ended his strange posture, and even his mysterious aura disappeared.

What does this practice have to do with balance?
Having said that, Ye Feng actually doesn't know the specific characteristics of the Lord of Order.

Broadly speaking.

The task of the Lord of Balance is to maintain a certain order, but he did not see who introduced order, who maintained order, and who was bound by order...

I am afraid that only the Lord of Balance knows all of this.

Seeing that Zhang San seemed to have the idea of ​​coming over, Ye Feng waved his hand to reject his enthusiastic attitude.

It's not because of anything else, but mainly because he glanced at the time. It's time to go to bed. He never goes to bed late unless there is something extremely important!

(End of this chapter)