Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 153 Researching the Immortal Traces
Sure enough, it was the words from Xiao Ri that worked, and Taber stopped talking at that time.

At the same time, the door in front reopened.

Henry stood behind, looked at He Songling scrutinizingly and asked, "What you said is true, right?"

"Of course, of course." He Songling nodded in agreement: "I can swear to God."

"Come on, I know you Orientals, you don't believe in God at all."

"Then I swear to Flying Spaghetti."

"???" Henry was confused. What on earth was that? After a long while, he calmed down and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense! I want to see your sincerity."

"Sincerity, sincerity means, Brother Taber, please." He Songling guided Taber's hand and pointed his finger at the door of Henry's room.

"Oh, all right." Taber sighed and called out, "Fremont, come out and I'll take you in as my student."

"No!" The kid said stubbornly, "You are not a potion master. I want to worship Slughorn!"

"OK, fine." Taber took a deep breath. He had never been looked down upon like this since he started school. Not to mention that he was now the best in the European wizarding world because he had defeated and captured the Dark Lord. He did not expect that he would be rejected by a child when he took the initiative to accept someone as his disciple.

"He is my good friend. I will guide you and make him agree to let you become his disciple - but your talent for potions must be enough to impress him."

"No problem, I'm confident." Flemont was full of confidence. He turned and looked at He Songling again: "So, sir from the East, your magic potion skills..."

"Pfft!"

He Songling said nothing and released Tang Jian's Qing Baiying. Countless green pythons emerged from behind him, circling ferociously and shockingly.

Qi poison is not simply refining Qi. His poison has not yet been refined to the level of Tang Jian. Relying on the innate spirit alone is not enough to achieve the level of Tang Jian Qing Baiying. But it doesn't matter. Fortunately, Fremont is a naughty child and Henry is a European magician. They don't understand the methods of oriental aliens.

He Songling dyed his Qi with some color and disguised himself.

"This, is this a magic potion?" Sure enough, the little boy was stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the giant python behind He Songling.

"Yes, poison." He Songling pointed with his hand, and the rare real bamboo leaf green poisonous python swam over with its head and body. "The rice bowl is flying." He Songling waved his magic wand and showed the results of his study in the Flamel Academy Library.

Soon a bowl flew out of Henry's house and fell into He Songling's hands. He directed the green snake to swim into the bowl and turned into a bowl of liquid.

"Oh, my God, my Virgin Mary, it's so beautiful, it, oh..." Fremont held the bowl and looked at the Qi poison from the East with fascination.

Seeing the child’s condition, the four adults knew they were safe.

He Songling and the other two knew that Wenwen could control Henry, while Henry knew that his family heirloom Wenwen was about to fly away.

"Alas, there is nothing I can do. I only have this one son. His mother died early and I spoiled him too much."

Henry sighed, walked into the house, and came out holding a box. "It's in there, you can take it. But I require you to make an unbreakable vow. First, you can't use it for evil; second, it's loaned to you, and when I die, you have to return it to my son."

"Oh, that's so generous." He Songling spoke to Zhang Zhiwei in Chinese without changing his expression: "I originally only planned to borrow it for three to five months. Wait, he can't have some terminal illness and live beyond next week, right?"

"If you let people understand, I'll beat you to death." Zhang Zhiwei didn't have to keep a straight face. His villain face didn't show any good expression. "No, I have to ask." He Songling was still a little worried: "Henry, let me ask, you don't have any terminal illness, right?"

"Put your head here, and I'll teach you how to pronounce our European death curse." Henry held the wand tightly, sparks bursting from it, and it looked like he was going to give He Songling a ruthless blow.

In the end, Henry did not attack He Songling. The spark on his wand turned into a tinderbox, entwining the two people's clenched hands, fulfilling his promise.

"Okay, then thank you very much. Your son is studying in the academy, he can find Taber at any time and ask Taber to contact us later." He Songling was also excited that he found the carrier of the fairy trail so easily.

You have to know how difficult it is to find this thing in China. After the thirty-six thieves became sworn brothers, no one except them could see the complete content of the Twenty-Four Valleys. The Heavenly Master's degree is passed down from generation to generation at the cost of the death of the previous generation of Heavenly Masters.

"Find a place to retreat."

After He Songling left Henry's house, he did not stay for a moment and went straight to a secret place to meditate.

Zhang Zhiwei was not very interested in this kind of thing. He had the secret book of immortality from his ancestor Zhang Daoling, so he studied it step by step. If he failed, it was because he had not worked hard enough.

"Your master will definitely beat you if he hears what you said, do you know that?" He Songling curled his lips. Longhu Mountain has been passed down for so many generations, but has anyone reached the level of Zhang Daoling?

But it was okay for Zhang Zhiwei not to look at it. It wasn't that He Songling was stingy, but if he didn't look at it, it would help protect himself. With Zhang Zhiwei outside, he didn't even need to deliberately choose a location. No matter where he was, the safety level was the highest.

This is the sense of security that comes from Brother Bao Ying.

Time just passed.

"Is Mr. He not out yet?" Boss Zhao asked at the entrance of Dabieye where Ismay was sending him.

"No." Zhang Zhiwei shook his head.

More than half a year has passed since He Songling went into seclusion, and the two of them spent the New Year in the UK.

During this period, Boss Zhao would come over once a month and ask him to make decisions on many business matters. But He Songling had never met him. Occasionally, when he was in seclusion and could reply to Zhang Zhiwei, he would just let Boss Zhao make the final decision.

Ever since he realized at Henry's house that he seemed too materialistic, He Songling consciously made a break with these business empires.

During this period, not only Boss Zhao, but also Ismay, John and his mentor, and Fleming, came to visit many times. The main purpose of these latter scientists wanting to meet He Songling was to add a new person to the penicillin research group.

Howard Florey, professor of pathology at the University of Sheffield, heard about this study, studied Fleming's paper, was very interested in it, put forward many constructive suggestions, and wanted to join in.

Since their visit to He Songling proved fruitless, Fleming and the others had to make their own decision and directly let Flory join the team.

With the participation of this person who actually isolated penicillin and applied it in clinical practice, and who won the Nobel Prize together with Fleming, the development of penicillin progressed faster.

But none of this had anything to do with He Songling. He seemed isolated from the world in that Western-style house.

Until this day, the door of the villa burst open.

(End of this chapter)