What happened to the black control group on the entire network who knows XNUMX million skill points?

After hearing Qin Mo's words, Yan Xin's hand movements stopped.

She has very complicated feelings about spiritual practice.

For her in her previous life, practice was everything to her.

But after she was just one step away from ascending, she was a little confused.

What is the meaning of spiritual practice? What is the meaning of success in ascension? What if the ascension is successful?
It seems like there will never be an answer to this.

Seeing Yan Xin like this, Qin Mo chuckled.

"You don't recognize yourself."

Yan Xin looked at her doubtfully.

Qin Mo smiled and continued.

"Maybe you're just missing a goal."

With Yan Xin's talent and ability, many things are too easy for her, and she has long been numb to the meaning of them.

Yan Xin completed the last step of the Soul Summoning Formation, yawned, and then lit a stick of incense.

"You drop your essence and blood in the center of the formation, and then activate the formation. Then you will enter an illusion, and then you will know what to do. If the incense burns out, you have not When I come out of the illusion of the Soul Summoning Formation, I will cut off the formation."

"Cut off the formation?"

"Well, come again next time on a full moon night. Don't go too deep, otherwise you may never wake up again."

Qin Mo nodded and then did as Yan Xin said.

Suddenly, the small courtyard was enveloped by a white mist, but the small pavilion where Yan Xin was sitting was not affected at all.

The talisman papers in Yan Xin's hand flew towards the outside of the mist one by one, quickly forming a protective circle.

"Tongzi, how much merit do you think I can get this time?"

Feeling bored, Yan Xin chatted with the system.

[Qin Mo is a good person. You said it yourself. He is the kind of person who has made great achievements and has a high moral value. 】

"I feel so too."

[Can your merit value be the same as your bank card balance? 】

"How much do I have now?"

[A little over three thousand. 】

[But I think after you enter the special department, you should gain merit points faster than now. 】

"Why do you think so?"

[Because special departments have great merit. 】

The system's words caused Yan Xin to fall into silence for a moment.

[You don’t feel like you’re losing money, right? 】

"No."

The stick of incense burned out quickly, but Qin Mo didn't seem to have any intention of coming out.

Yan Xin raised her hand and pinched it, frowning slightly.

"Qin Mo is really desperate for his life."

Damn it, this situation is beyond her control.

The white mist in the yard became thicker and thicker, and even spread to the pavilion where Yan Xin was.

Apparently, the fantasy world was out of control.

What on earth did Qin Mo do!
Yan Xin's expression was not good.

[Is something really going to happen to him? 】

There was still a quarter of an hour before the incense burned out, so Yan Xin made another pot of tea for herself.

[Are you so calm? What if he really played himself to death? 】

"Just play to death, everyone has their own destiny." There was no trace of worry on Yan Xin's face.

The illusion in the soul summoning array will generally not get out of control unless the user commits suicide.

Just when the incense was about to burn out, Qin Mo walked out of the white mist. His white hair turned back to black hair, but his face looked much worse than before, and the dark blue under his eyes was particularly clear.

Yan Xin looked up at him lightly.

Qin Mo approached Yan Xin.

"I want water."

Yan Xin didn't say anything and poured him a pot of tea.

"how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Qin Mo had a faint smile on his face.

Yan Xin didn't mention anything about what happened in the illusion, and Yan Xin didn't ask any more questions.

[Merit value +500]

five hundred? Yan Xin was a little surprised. Qin Mo is so valuable.

"Your tea is a bit bitter, but it tastes pretty good. Give me some."

"Row."

The white mist in the courtyard disappeared in an instant, and the formation originally painted with cinnabar seemed to be swept away by the strong wind and became chaotic.

Yan Xin lit a piece of talisman paper.

The talisman immediately burned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

"never mind."

As Yan Xin spoke, he lit three more sticks of incense on the incense burner.

"You stay here tonight."

As Yan Xin spoke, he picked up a broom and cleaned up the cinnabar scattered in the yard.

"Let me do it."

Seeing this, Qin Mo hurriedly drank a cup of tea and stepped forward.

"You can't sweep. Go and rest. I'll let Bai Hu take you back to your room."

"it is good."

After hearing this, Qin Mo stopped doing anything and just sat on the pavilion and watched Yan Xin clean.

"Why did you tell me not to go back? I don't think I'm that fragile."

"Then try stepping out of the courtyard."

"Have you heard about the Night Parade of Hundreds of Ghosts?" Yan Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.

Qin Mo nodded, raised his eyes, and saw the transparent person smiling at him.

"hello."

"Hello." This kind of situation is already common for Qin Mo.

Therefore, he did not feel terrible.

"Hey, he can see us."

Only then did Qin Mo realize that there seemed to be no one in Yan Xin's courtyard, but in fact there were...

Not a lot!
"A blessing in disguise, you have opened your eyes." Yan Xin said lightly.

"But, I don't think I really want to."

"Ouch!"

The white tiger walked over slowly, wagging its big tail, and rubbed Yan Xin's feet.

"Be good, Mimi, take this brother to the empty guest room." Yan Xin rubbed its head.

"Ouch!" Bai Hu howled twice, raised his huge head and approached Qin Mo, narrowed his eyes slightly, shook his head, looked at him dangerously, and motioned for him to follow.

Qin Mo looked at Yan Xin for help.

"Don't worry, no one will touch you here." Yan Xin said calmly, not worried about Qin Mo's safety at all.

"Okay." Qin Mo hesitated for a moment and followed Bai Hu.

Yan Xin finished cleaning up the scattered cinnabar and just put the broom away when a voice came from behind.

"You were kind enough to take him in."

Lu Mian and Xiao Ming stood in the pavilion, watching Yan Xin's actions.

"Come so soon?" Yan Xin raised his eyebrows.

"Ah."

"Come with me." Yan Xin washed her hands, led the two of them to the laboratory on the second floor, and took out a reagent from the disinfection cabinet.

"This one is more pure than the previous one, but one medicine costs more. If you want to mass-produce it, you'd better wait until I find a substitute medicine."

This laboratory has the most advanced equipment.

Naturally, Yan Xin would not spend any effort to mess with these equipments. The equipments were all arranged by Yingyue, and of course Lu Mian's intention was involved.

"I'll let someone find it." Lu Mian didn't look at the test tube.

"Yes." Yan Xin did not object.

"You'd better ask someone to take over. I may not have time for filming later, so you'd better not let anyone come over."

"Okay, I'm sensible."

"Many people are interested in you now. Jiang Huiqi also said that he wants to poach you. What do you think?" Lu Mian looked at her and said with a smile.

Yan Xin frowned slightly.

"I don't want any trouble."

"Then I'll have someone deal with it."

"Ah."