Chapter 250: Back from the dead?

Qilin was shaken a few times, seeming to regain a bit of consciousness; he rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling dazed.

Mu Yuanzhi helped him sit down, and Gu Rongjin poured a cup of water over for him to drink.

Qilin took the water, but only after Mu Yuanzhi urged him did he bring it to his lips and take a sip.

"Qilin, what on earth happened? Don't scare me!" Mu Yuanzhi asked anxiously.

Gu Rongjin clicked his tongue: "I'll go find Master Yuan Yan."

Mu Yuanzhi nodded without looking back: "Mm, hurry up."

Qilin shook his head, his expression still utterly confused, not speaking, as if he were organizing his thoughts—or perhaps just blanking out.

"Qilin!" Mu Yuanzhi grabbed his hand to take his pulse, murmuring: "It seems he's somewhat lost his soul..."

"Senior sister..." Qilin bit his lower lip: "I..."

What was he trying to say?

Qilin again struggled to shake his head.

His mind was in a mess; he didn't know what he wanted to do or what he wanted to say.

Mu Yuanzhi patted him, then turned to get the silver needles.

Not sure if it's ordinary soul-loss; let's give it a try!

While waiting for Mu Yuanzhi to bring the silver needles, Qilin sat there dazed, allowing her to apply the needles.

At that moment, Gu Rongjin returned, bringing a monk with him.

Gu Rongjin: "This brat doesn't know if he got something dirty from a grave; he came back like this. Master, please take a look quickly."

Although he doesn't believe in such things, maybe this kid's courage was frightened by something.

The monk approached and said to Mu Yuanzhi, who had just finished applying the needles: "Miss Mu, aren't you treating him? Let's wait and see."

"It doesn't seem to be improving; probably not ordinary soul-loss?" Mu Yuanzhi wasn't sure either.

The monk leaned in, used two fingers to prop open Qilin's eyes and examined closely: "Looks like he was hypnotized."

"He was hypnotized yet still knew to come back?" Gu Rongjin found it strange.

The monk pulled a bronze bell from his robe, waved it in front of Qilin's eyes, then snapped his fingers at a certain point!

As the snap sounded, Qilin toppled headfirst into the monk's arms.

Mu Yuanzhi hurried to straighten Qilin out, her gaze asking the monk if he could revive him; the monk nodded.

"Qilin! Qilin!"

"……" Qilin suddenly opened his eyes, sprang up to sit, and stared wide-eyed at Mu Yuanzhi before him: "Senior sister?!"

"Great, you finally woke up!" Mu Yuanzhi exhaled in relief.

"What happened to me?" Qilin didn't understand, "Why do you all look so tense?"

The monk had already put away the bronze bell, smiling: "You were just hypnotized; luckily you met this poor monk, otherwise you might spend the rest of your life in a fog."

Gu Rongjin: "That serious?"

"I gave him a kick." The monk whispered.

"I heard that!" Qilin had no time to quibble, asking Mu Yuanzhi: "I was hypnotized? When did that happen?!"

Mu Yuanzhi: "You've been like this since you came back, Qilin. Think carefully—what happened after you went out? Can you recall anything?"

"I..." Qilin struggled to remember: "I went to supervise those people digging pits, digging and digging... then I... I just don't remember..."

Just thinking about it gives him a headache!

He clutched his head.

Mu Yuanzhi went to look at Gu Rongjin; Gu Rongjin said: "Maybe that was when he was hypnotized?"

He thought a moment, then asked: "Where are the buried people? And those who were with you?"

Qilin shook his head: "I don't know... I don't even know how I got back."

Gu Rongjin immediately turned and ran out: "I'll go check!"

Mu Yuanzhi looked at Qilin with heartache: "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Qilin checked himself: "Probably not; I don't feel any pain."

The monk gave a mysterious smile: "It's a haunting."

"Where in this world are there ghosts?" Qilin didn't believe it.

Mu Yuanzhi also didn't believe; although she was reborn, at least in her two lifetimes she'd never seen a ghost, and if ghosts really existed, wicked people would have ghosts to grind them—where would all these grievances come from?

"Resurrection, the living dead, ghosts—pretty much the same." The monk sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

Mu Yuanzhi: "Does Master Yuan Yan mean that A Zi isn't dead?"

Although she also doubted it.

After all, where would such a coincidence come from?!

The monk raised an eyebrow: "That's hard to say, after all, this poor monk hasn't seen it with his own eyes."

Qilin pounded his thigh: "If I'd known, I'd have called you to look at that hateful woman!"

Why can't they remember?

"No, we should just dissect that hateful woman!" Whether fake death or real death, she must die!

Indeed, when dealing with such people, one shouldn't retain excess kindness!

Mu Yuanzhi: "It's still too early to draw a conclusion..."

Even though she felt in her heart that it was about eighty or ninety percent certain.

But if that's really the case, this A Zi is too terrifying—how did she manage, while in prison, to poison Pei Shangling, give Pei Yunxi an epidemic, and also help herself fake her death?

The jailers had inspected them, found nothing, and also searched A Zi's person—how did those things end up in her hands...

No!

Mu Yuanzhi suddenly remembered a problem she had always overlooked!

"Her things could all be hidden inside her own body!" A Zi's throat doesn't hide things, does it?!

"? Senior sister, what are you saying?" Qilin didn't understand this nonsensical sentence.

Mu Yuanzhi asked the monk: "Master Yuan Yan, have you heard of this method? Hiding things inside the body?"

The monk nodded, "The Hidden Moon Sect's lost secret art indeed has such a method, which can hide things inside one's body for emergencies."

Qilin: "That's too scary!"

"Of course, such an inhuman act must endure inhuman torment to be mastered." The monk said.

Mu Yuanzhi nodded: "This explains why A Zi is so powerful; this woman makes enemies feel creepy just thinking about her."

She now feels A Zi is a damp snake, ready to bite at any moment!

"Exactly! She can even hypnotize me!" Qilin said, looking at the monk: "Hypnosis technique is superior to yours!"

The monk snorted, "This only shows that patron Qilin has regressed and can no longer resist hypnosis."

Qilin sneered: "Is it hard to admit that one mountain is higher than another, Master?"

The monk rose, flicked his sleeves, and left.

"Why are you still angry?" Qilin covered his mouth and snickered.

"You think I'm as childish as you?" The monk turned and smiled at Qilin: "I'm going to lend a hand to the patron."

"You do care, don't you?" Qilin grinned mischievously: "No shame, just that my skill is inferior."

He turned back, hoping to find agreement from Mu Yuanzhi, but saw his senior sister searching for something: "Senior sister, what are you looking for?"