Evan's Journey Through the Unknown Chapter 7

Life in danger?

If I heard correctly, Leo Vaughn said "I almost made it yesterday"? I only slept for one day, why do I feel like I can't keep up with the pace when I wake up?

The clarity of the boy's body outline was similar to Leo Vaughn's, but his facial features were not as clear as those of Auntie Pang and the others. They looked hazy, but his big eyes were very clear. When he looked at Evan Drake, his eyes widened even more, and he looked so innocent that he was about to cry.

He didn't see Evan Drake's appearance clearly when he was in the alley. Only now did he see Evan Drake's facial features without any obstruction, including his closed eyes and the scary birthmark around his eyes.

... So the boy swallowed the last word before he could finish it, and then blinked his eyes twice, and then widened even more. That expression was like a chicken that was grabbed by someone and only the head was exposed, and it was stunned.

Evan Drake was amused by his obvious reaction and thought: Fortunately I have my eyes closed. If I had opened my eyes and stood in front of him, I would have fainted in the middle of my speech.

"What happened?" Evan Drake felt that he would not get any answers from his father who was blinking like a quail at him. Moreover, if the chicken was really in danger, it was impossible for Leo Vaughn, who was weak and powerless, to do it. So he turned to look at the man in black standing beside him, but he was stunned after just one look and did not even finish his words.

From the time his eyes changed until now, in about six years, Evan Drake has seen countless people of all kinds. Including the two last night and Aunt Fat and the others, the number of living people whose facial features he could clearly see can be counted on ten fingers.

But the person in front of him was clearer than any other person he had ever seen, so clear that even Evan Drake was a little surprised.

Not only his facial features, but also his hair from head to toe were clearly visible, almost the same as what he saw last night, the only difference was probably the lack of color. But this difference seemed to be non-existent to Evan Drake, because as soon as he saw this person, his mind subconsciously thought of what he looked like last night - black clothes and black hair, skin not as pale as his own, eyebrows always seemed to be slightly wrinkled, dark eyes looked deep and faintly fierce, and his cheeks were narrow and thin.

At that time, I felt that he was very tall and gave people an invisible sense of oppression, but now, Evan Drake stood close to him and looked at him sideways, and felt that he looked even taller than yesterday.

It was fortunate that this person insisted on kneeling down to talk yesterday. If he had really stood there in a stalemate, Evan Drake felt that his neck would definitely be sore.

He rarely needs to look up at someone like this, and he is not used to it, so he was stunned for a moment, then retracted his gaze and turned his head, looking at the chicken on the sofa and said: "Why is he here, and why is he tied up like this?"

"He came here on his own. Don't blame us." Before the man in black could speak, Leo Vaughn, the quail on the sofa, waved his hand: "Early this morning, Daoist Huo saw him wandering downstairs and brought him up."

"Fellow Daoist Huo?" Evan Drake glanced at the man in black.

He looked into Evan Drake's eyes and spoke word by word: "My name is Junxiao, Huo Junxiao." It was as if he hoped Evan Drake would remember him because of this name.

Evan Drake nodded and wanted to continue asking about the chicken, but perhaps because of his eyes or some other reason, he paused and repeated, "Huo Junxiao."

"Yeah." The man in black seemed to be very happy to hear his name called out by Evan Drake, and his expression softened a lot. He said, "You can just call me Jun Xiao."

Although Evan Drake had never called a stranger in such an intimate way, he could not resist Jun Xiao's gaze and nodded randomly, as a sign of agreement.

"He---" In order to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, Evan Drake pointed at the chicken on the sofa to remind Jun Xiao who had been unconsciously going off topic.

Jun Xiaowu glanced at the chicken with his heavy eyes and said, "I saw him sneaking around downstairs, looking suspicious, and his aura was different from that of an ordinary person, so I called him up to ask a few questions."

The chicken twisted his body twice and stammered in a low voice: "Is that a trick? You were clearly standing upstairs and pulling me up from the bottom of the building."

Jun Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at him. He made another "嘤" sound and immediately lay motionless, pretending to be dead.

Evan Drake: ...

"I was planning to let him go after asking a few questions, but I found this on him." Jun Xiao sneered and weighed the thing in his hand, as if the existence of that thing confirmed that the chicken had bad intentions and suspicious motives.

Evan Drake looked at the thing in his hand with some confusion, and when he saw it clearly, he was a little speechless. He pointed at the thing in Jun Xiao's hand without any expression and said, "This is a mobile phone."

"Cell phone?" Jun Xiao looked at him in confusion.

Evan Drake: ... Where did this antique psychopath come from?

"Well... this is a very common communication tool nowadays." Evan Drake silently complained, just as if this person really crawled out of some deep mountain forest or fell from the sky, and roughly explained, "Many people have one in their hands, which is convenient for communication."

"A communication tool?" Jun Xiao held the object between three fingers. "Something like a whistle?"

"Not quite the same. A whistle arrow can only transmit a simple signal. This can be used for direct communication."

"Anyone else?"

"Yes." Evan Drake nodded, feeling that this conversation was extremely weird.

"Yes, right? I've already said that this is no problem, can you give it back to me, brave man..." The chicken on the sofa looked at Jun Xiao pitifully and snorted.

"Oh?" Jun Xiao shook the "cell phone" between his fingers, glanced at the chicken, then looked at Evan Drake and asked, "Does anyone else have a spell engraved in this thing?"

"Talisman?" Evan Drake felt a little dizzy. How could the mobile phone be related to such mysterious things?

Jun Xiao looked at the chicken and said coldly: "Well, some tricks that are not presentable."

The chicken remained silent, looking at his nose and mouth, trying to shrink himself into a speck of dust.

"What trick?"

"It can measure the birth date and eight characters of the people around it, and record their aura for tracking later." Jun Xiao flipped through the thing in his hand, and a golden light flashed between the three fingertips. Then he threw the thing back on the sofa, and it happened to fall next to Ji Zai.

Evan Drake followed the arc of the "cell phone" and looked at Ji Zai again, frowning: "Birth date, tracking breath? What are you doing with this thing?"

He couldn't help but think of the two people and three beasts who inexplicably appeared at his door yesterday...

Could it be related to this chicken?

--- small theater

On the top of the highest peak of Yushengmen is the Yunfu Palace where the sect leader lives, surrounded by many restrictions.

The little boy from Yunfu Palace raised his hand, holding a skinny little boy who looked like a monkey in the air, and stood at the door of the inner hall of Yunfu Palace.

Bai Lingchen, who was leaning against the window holding a scripture, did not even raise his head: "What's wrong?"

The little boy shook his hands in annoyance and said, "This R@sc@l has come up the mountain again. It's not even halfway through the month yet, and he's been caught five times."

Bai Lingchen glanced at Huo Junxiao who was suspended in the air: "Oh?"

This stick was brought before the headmaster, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, his dark eyes turned around as if he wanted to see the entire Yunfu Palace at once.

The boy continued to complain: "In the previous few times, we sent him out of the forbidden circle, but this R@sc@l obviously won't turn back until he hits the wall, so we had to bring him here."

Bai Lingchen was not surprised. He looked at the stick and asked, "Who did you bet with again?"

Bangchui was not shy and confessed without hesitation: "Master Salted Fish!"

Bai Lingchen: ... Hundreds of years later, I still never get tired of playing.

Little boy: ... It's so unfair that Immortal Yu Xian got such a nickname.

Bai Lingchen: "Have you finished reading it?"

The stickman who was being carried nodded: "After reading it, I will go back to ask Master for the Black Iron Sword!"

"Yes." Bai Lingchen nodded, his eyes fell back on the scriptures in his hand, and he waved to the boy: "Pick a day that's about the same."

Little boy: "Ah?"

Bai Lingchen: "Put the mallet in the pot and steam it. Divide it among you."

Bangchui: ...Master, help me!