"Is that so?"
After listening to Pang Long's story, Zhou Yini also showed a look of emotion.
If it wasn't for her sudden appearance, wouldn't that mean that Lu Jianian would be plagued by this matter for a long time?
Even it might be troubled for a lifetime, perhaps even more!
"Since that's the case, I'll not disturb you now and let you continue your conversation at your own pace."
Seeing Lu Jianian's pitiful expression, yearning to get close to his sister, Zhou Qi simply turned around and left, and on her way out, she also grabbed the impish spirit.
She didn't want this guy to ruin such a warm scene!
"Magic Authority! I want magic authority!"
The little imp, held in Zhou Qi's hand like a chick, struggled fiercely with his body while he loudly shouted in discontent.
Unfortunately, no one seems to care about this matter until Zhou Qi grabbed the little imp and left the 410 ward, and no one wanted to speak up about it until then.
Magic Authority doesn't even exist!
"No, what are you trying to do? I can't be too far away! I have to be within a three-meter radius of Nianwei!"
The little imp, standing outside the door of Ward 410, opened his mouth with a face of despair.
"Yeah, I've discovered it."
Zhou Qi replied indifferently.
She didn't expect him to actually not lie.
Every time Zhou Qi wanted to return to the duty room or the Room 401, she could feel a strong pull suddenly coming from her hand.
The force appeared abruptly, and its target was directly towards the little imp in Zhou Qi's hand, as if it was trying to pull the imp back into Room 410.
Therefore, Zhou Qi eventually found the optimal distance she could adapt to through constant attempts.
That is the doorway of Room 410.
Here, although there is still a pull on her hand, she can barely withstand it.
It's a bit like playing a grip strength meter.
But Zhou Qi was having fun.
However, the little imp was having a terrible time.
This pull is not arbitrary, but comes from the limitations of the species to the species of magic.
The demon seeds only wanted to pull the little demon back to its side, but unfortunately, it encountered Zhou Qi.
So, the little imp became the point of resistance for the force of the demon seed.
The little demon only felt like his demon body was being forcefully torn apart.
On one side, the demon seeds wanted her to go back.
On the other side, there was Zhou Qi, who wanted to take her away.
Unfortunately, both of these are powers that the little demon cannot resist.
She could only let them pull on her like tug of war.
The pain was excruciating, tearing at her soul!
"Zhou Yini, Zhou Sister, Zhou Grandma! Please let go, let me go back! I promise I will never bully Lu Nianwei again, please! Can I use the oath of heaven and earth?"
The little demon cried out in pain, and his porcelain-like face turned bright red as he suffocated.
To prevent the little demon's wailing from disturbing other patients, or simply because the wailing was too embarrassing to bear.
Zhou Qi estimated the time and returned to Room 410.
Pushing open the door of Room 410, there was still mist all around.
This time, in the center of the ward, on the hospital bed, Lu Jianian and Pang Long were on either side, each holding Lu Nianwei tightly in their arms.
Moreover, Lu Jianian's mouth was constantly muttering something like "Brother, I'm wrong" or "Brother, I'm sorry to you."
"Are you going to suffocate her to death? Let go of her!"
Seeing the rough actions of the two men and Lu Nianwei, who was being squeezed in the middle almost deformed, Zhou Qi spoke up for her decisively.
As soon as Zhou Qi spoke, Lu Nianwei immediately looked at him with gratitude in her eyes.
The existence of the little demon was only to disrupt Lu Nianwei's spirit.
But Lu Jianian and Pang Long, these two guys, were clearly trying to destroy Lu Nianwei's body. That's life-threatening!
"Uh... cough cough, Old Lu, enough already!"
Pang Long was the first to let go, smirking and standing up.
Seeing that Lu Jianian still wouldn't let go, Pang Long had to step forward to persuade him.
"I'm sorry!"
Under Pang Long's continuous persuasion, after retrieving his treasure, Lu Jianian now realized how bizarre his behavior was at this moment. He quickly let go while lowering his voice to apologize to Lu Nianwei.
"No harm done, Brother."
Lu Nianwei didn't hold any grudges against them at all.
Don't look at Lu Nianwei's young age. But Lu Nianwei is well aware of the situation.
During the eight years when she was controlled by the imp of will, it wasn't just Lu Nianwei who suffered.
For the two closest people to her, those eight years were also not easy.
"Once again, thank you, Zhou Qi!"
With red eyes, Lu Jianian came to Zhou Qi's front again and bowed to him in a standard 90-degree bow.
"Isn't it enough already!"
Zhou Qi couldn't help but roll her eyes in exasperation.
"By the way, Zhou Qi, remember we were talking about finding a military instructor for you to deal with zombies? The instructor will be here in two days. You might want to see what you need to prepare, just in case it's rushed."
Pang Long once again transformed into the "Charming Prince of Handling Conflicts" and successfully diverted Zhou Qi's attention.
Without waiting for Zhou Qi to ask directly, Pang Long spewed out all the information about the instructor in one go.
"That's a Taoist master we personally invited, a master of the Taoist school who specializes in dealing with zombies and ghosts. We paid a fortune to get him to come out of retirement!"
What Pang Long meant wasn't about how much they had paid for the instructor, but rather to let Zhou Qi take this instructor seriously.
"A Taoist master?"
Zhou Qi showed a look of surprise.
Zhou Qi was surprised. "The instructor is actually a Taoist master? Could it be Uncle England?"
"After all, he is an official certified high person by our Special Affairs Bureau, and ordinary outside staff do not have the qualification to meet him. You understand, right?"
Pang Long went on to embellish the description of the upcoming instructor, portraying him as someone unparalleled in history, almost as if he was praising him to the heavens!
"Don't listen to this idiot's nonsensical rambling. The instructor is the instructor, and as a student, you don't need to worry about their other identities. Just concentrate on listening attentively."
Lu Jianian forcefully interrupted Pang Long's exaggeration and seriously told Zhou Qi about the coach's information.
The instructor is indeed a Taoist master, and the name doesn't matter. His surname is Qing Lei Zhenren, and he is estimated to be an eight-level master of the higher grade. He is higher than the previous Black Cloak Dragon by a few levels.
"In addition, there are many taboos in Taoism, and although as an instructor he will choose to ignore some, there are still some principles that need to be noted."
Lu Jianian now looks like a search engine, ready to answer any question Zhou Qi might have, sharing everything he knows without holding back.
Listening to Lu Jianian's description, Zhou Qi tilted her head and thought for a moment. She had no understanding at all about the taboos of Taoism, as if she had never heard of them before.
So, what should we pay attention to?
