“…… Well. ”

Behemoth fell silent after greeting, and the two men looked at each other.

Yan Wan couldn't detect the emotions on his body, and he probably practiced spiritual techniques or wore props with this protection.

As it was now, she only felt that the person opposite was silent as a bat in the night, with a dormant eye in the gloom.

"Maybe I can sit down?" Yan Wan looked sideways at the dining table, and the white tablecloth was brand-new utensils, but only two servings were prepared.

Behemoth and Yan Wan's.

"You may be seated." He replied succinctly.

The food prepared did not take care of Yan Wan's appetite, and the dining environment of the two of them also made her uncomfortable, and the clanging of cups and saucers was like a drum.

Behemoth had no intention of opening, and Yan Wan didn't want to be too eager.

It all ended in a dull state.

The demon who looked like a servant put away the remains of the meal, and Behemoth put down his folded sleeves and said reservedly, "You will now go with me to my father."

"Mr. Baffont has recovered and can accept my treatment?"

Yan Wan's gaze touched Behemoth's sleeve-trimming hand, his bony hand could see the cyan veins, and his little finger was gracefully cocked.

It was not against the harmony, but Yan Wan still subconsciously paid a little more attention to it.

"My father hasn't been able to receive treatment yet, so he just takes you to look at it from afar and asks you to sort out the treatment plan first."

Behemoth seemed to notice Yan Wan's gaze, and his raised little finger retracted silently, clenched into a fist, and held it tightly together.

"Okay."

Let's go and see if the situation has a bottom.

Yan Wan obediently agreed, Behemoth bowed his head with satisfaction, and stood up: "Come with me."

From behind, he is even thinner, with wing-like shoulder blades like butterflies about to fly, and a tightened vest that shows off the curves of his waist.

The long legs are straight, and the stride is fast and big.

Looking at his waist, Yan Lian's hand was a little itchy, so she silently pinched her own waist.

"Here we are."

Stopping in front of the door on the top floor, it looks like the dark green gate made of bronze has a rusty rust and is covered with dust.

The two tabs on the door have turned black.

Yan Bang felt that this door looked very much like an old thing left over from a long time ago.

Behemoth's white palm touched the old door, and pushed it open with a slight force, but the door did not make any sound.

The style inside the door is very different from that of this castle, and the old and old objects have a strong oriental style.

Yan Wan's pupils shrank, and his relaxed hand was closed, pinching it tightly in the palm of his hand, so that the pain could bring back his senses.

There was no bed in the room, but instead a high platform, like a round platform for sacrifice.

Around the platform, dragons are painted flying and circling, and they have been blurred, and the vague figures are kneeling, and the flood of the sky is coming, surrounding the dragon and the figures.

And on stage.

Ba Fengte, who is the head of the dragon and the human body, sits cross-legged as if he is meditating.

The head is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like a cow, and the two slender whiskers of the snout hang down.

This is the most authentic dragon, the totem of China since ancient times, representing the longevity of the auspicious lark.

"......" Yan Wan opened his lips slightly, feeling that tears had soaked his eyes.

Seeing the symbol of the spirit of her homeland in a foreign land, even if there was a faint speculation, this only further verified her idea, but she was still very excited.

I regret it even more.

Because even though the aura emanating from his body was still calm and full of oppressive momentum, behind the false vitality and the camouflage technique that resonated with her, Yan Wan knew the truth.

It was nothing more than a dead corpse, only disguised as still alive.

"...... you?"

Behemoth, looking back, saw the girl's twinkling eyes, his red eyes were full of confusion, and he hesitated not to know what to say.

Even forgot what he had just wanted to say.

"Ahh Yan Wan turned his head to look at Behemoth, who didn't know why, exaggeratedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and explained: "I have always been so soft-hearted, and I feel the sadness when I see the pain of others."

"That's why I became a spiritual soothingist, just to help these people who are suffering."

The girl cried like pear blossoms with rain, the reddish corners of her eyes were as pink as peach petals, and there was starlight in her slightly narrowed eyes.

“…… Oh. Behemoth's face was still gloomy, and his lips were tight, but his eyes were visibly softer.

At this time, he felt that the person in front of him was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

Yan Wanqiang smiled and nodded in response, the smile didn't seem to have a real feeling, but Behemoth didn't care, and spit out the words he had just swallowed back in his throat.

"Then you should already know a little bit about your father's state."

Isn't it, do you really believe it? Also asked questions on the spot? The exam also has to give some time to answer the questions, how can she answer it quickly on the spot.

Yan Wan's smile stiffened, she knew that it was the norm for a spiritual calmer to formulate an advance treatment plan through the patient's breath.

Because the spirit of the devil clan in the boiling period is usually very tight, and rash contact will stimulate him.

But she only learned these theoretical knowledge for a short time, and because of her own special ability, she is naturally suitable for this profession, and she is not very serious about learning theory.

"Mr. Bafont's situation is a little more complicated, and his repeated attempts to appease him have left him in a state of stress, and I need to go back and think carefully about a more cautious plan before I can reply to you."

The girl's answer was cautious and serious, and she looked very professional, but Bafant's soft eyes quickly cooled down.

He said coldly, "That's good, the visit is over, you can go back."

“…… Good. ”

Yan Wan silently glanced at the cold Behemoth, and she noticed this slightly subtle emotional change before and after.

But it makes it even more confusing.

So far, she didn't know much information, and she suppressed the speculation in her heart and showed ignorance.

Because according to Behemoth's performance, he probably didn't know about Bafant's special appearance, and he may not even be aware of the camouflage technique that shrouded Bafant's body.

Only then would she be a spiritual pacifier who had not even officially joined the Rare Beasts Society, and an outsider rashly met Ba Fengte.

Showing something special will make him sense that something is wrong.

Yan Wan needed time to find out the information, and she needed a little further observation to know what the special resonance that allowed her to peek into the truth under the camouflage technique was.

Descending to the second floor, at the top of the staircase, Behemoth looked back and said coldly, "I live in the room at the end, and you can come to me for something."