"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count. Yan Saburo's face was flat, "We wanted to follow him to his residence, but it turned out that there were no idlers there, and there were some strange things......"

When he said this, he stopped and stared at Zhuang Nanjia: "I won't say more, you know it very well if you think about it." ”

Chitose walked up to him and interjected, "Where have you been these two days?"

"Just walk around. Zhuang Nanjia smiled, "The medicine primer has been bought, and there is nothing important to do, so it is better to look at the scenery and relax." ”

Chitose also shouted at him twice: "Toast and don't eat and drink!" Then he smiled, his hands reached out, and he pressed on his temples like lightning!

She shot like the wind, even Yan Saburo couldn't dodge, not to mention that Zhuang Nanjia was just an ordinary old man with no cultivation?

Chitose didn't allow him to break free? With a little force in his hand, he couldn't move, and he screamed in pain.

Chitose's fingertips glowed with a faint red light: "If you don't want to be knocked out, just close your eyes obediently." ”

Yan Saburo knew that she was going to perform her soul magic. This supernatural power can make people confide the truth when they are unconscious, but only if they are "unconscious".

Asura doesn't care about respecting the old and loving the young, if Zhuang Nanjia resists stubbornly, she can knock him out with a finger.

Now that she is forcibly casting a spell, Zhuang Nanjia is afraid that she will be dizzy, swollen and tight.

This old man fooled them into going to the forbidden land of the Tibetan country, full of uneasiness and kindness, Chitose never suffered from boredom, at least to teach him a lesson.

Zhuang Nanjia was indeed frowning and pouting, very sad, his face suddenly turned red, swollen for no reason, and even the green tendons in his head jumped suddenly, as if he was about to burst open in the next second.

Yan Saburo's heart jumped when he saw it: In the past, Chitose used to use the heart technique, but he had never encountered such a situation.

Is Zhuang Nanjia constitution intolerant?

Chitose's fingers suddenly moved down, choking Zhuang Nanjia's neck, and there was a piercing coldness in his voice: "Say, what are you!"

This is usually scolding, but Yan Saburo looked at her face not like angry, but like a great enemy.

Strangely enough, she has always looked down on anyone.

Zhuang Nanjia was choked by her, her face was swollen even redder, and ten fingers came to break her hand, but where could she move?

Yan Saburo still put his hand in his sleeve, and only said: "It's useless to pinch it to death." ”

As soon as Chitose let go of his hand, Zhuang Nanjia inhaled violently, coughing half to death at once.

The boy then asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's something strange about his soul. Chitose stared at Zhuang Nanjia for a moment, as if flowers could bloom on that face, "It's different from all of you." ”

She didn't wait for Yan Saburo to ask questions, and then continued: "People have three souls and seven spirits. But he—" she pointed to Zhuang Nanjia, "this thing isn't." And his soul power is even stronger than yours. ”

Zhuang Nanjia breathed a few sighs of relief and raised his eyes to look at Chitose: "You are not a human being! No wonder you never appeared on the ship." ”

There was a light in his eyes: "Actually, you've been following us, right?"

At this time, Zhuang Nanjia's eyes were dewed, where was the old eyes faint before?

Chitose raised his chin and said coldly: "Can't you figure out who is judging who now? Although your soul power is strong and your physique is too poor, I can pinch you to death as soon as I raise my hand." With that, a little red lotus karmic fire ignited on his fingertips.

This thing is dedicated to burning the soul, and I don't know if Zhuang Nanjia understands its supernatural powers, anyway, there is a look of vigilance in his eyes, look at her, and then look at Yan Sanlang, after a long while, he let out a long breath, and the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

He shrunk his neck again, and he was old and faint again.

"That's it, you can ask whatever you want, don't use your hands and feet. ”

Chitose put away the red lotus karmic fire: "Let's talk about it first, what kind of ghost are you?" This thing is different from the living souls and dead ghosts in the human world.

Zhuang Nanjia coughed lightly: "I am a Tibetan person." ”

This answer was really unexpected by the two of them. Chitose frowned: "What do you mean? You are a native of the small world?"

"Exactly. Zhuang Nanjia took a look in the mirror, and there was a red fingerprint around his neck, "Born and raised, but not the Tibetan people you have seen on various islands." They are all from the earth. ”

Yan Saburo's eyes condensed slightly: "You mean, they are from our world?"

"Their ancestors came from the human world and thrived in the Hidden Nation. Zhuang Nanjia shrugged, "So, they are your kind." He looked at Yan Saburo and corrected, "Yours." "Chitose is not human, and he is not of the same kind as this kid.

Yan Saburo was stunned.

When he first heard about the Hidden Kingdom a few years ago, he was a little curious, wanting to see what people in the outer world looked like. As a result, whether it was the classics he had read, or whether he had come here to read them in person, he found that the Tibetan people were no different from them, with two eyes and a nose, a head and limbs, and five fingers on their hands, and at best their skin was a little darker and rougher, which was also blown by the sea breeze.

Now there is finally an answer, these so-called Tibetan natives originally came from the human world.

It's all the same species, and how can it change again?"

"Not much. Zhuang Nanjia slowly paced back into the house and came out with an urn of good wine, "Even the descendants of the human world and the current commoners also think that they are really Tibetans." We don't go out of our way to correct this kind of thing. ”

Outsiders don't know the details here. For them, the Hidden Country is just a treasure hunting mecca that has only been open for 15 days in 60 years.

"There are tens of thousands of civilians in the Hidden Country?"

"The last time I left, I remember it was 42,700. I don't know if there has been an increase or decrease in the past few years. Zhuang Nanjia pulled the wine cork and took a deep breath of wine.

Yan Saburo looked at him with a different gaze: "How many people are in your race?"

"There are more than a thousand. He took out the celadon cup and filled it for the two of them, "There is no decrease or no increase." ”

Chitose picked up the wine glass casually and took a sip: "A few against a many...... Well, in this way, the oracles and the faithfuls are also hidden natives?"

"Yes. ”

Chitose asked again, "Are they from your people?"

"Yes. ”

She smiled knowingly: "The so-called 'enter the Tibetan country to buy medicine primers', this is a lie, right?" Jing Qing's inference is correct, this old boy's trip to the Tibetan country is in and out. Originally, he was also a Tibetan man, and he returned to his hometown through the fog wall.

“...... Be. Zhuang Nanjia coughed uncomfortably, "I'm coming back this time, and I shouldn't be leaving again in a short time." ”

Yan Saburo leaned back on the backrest: "Why did you leave the Hidden Country back then?"

"Go out and find something. Zhuang Nanjia squinted, "It's a mission sent by the clan." ”

Chitose squinted at him, judging that there was some truth in his words: "Did you find it?"