A force was trying to make her fatter, while another force wanted her to beco thinner.
Gu Pinting couldn’t control herself and rolled around in the cramped apartnt.
Her unhealed wounds seeped blood, leaving one bloody mark after another on the floor.
When she was utterly exhausted and could no longer roll, she vaguely heard a sharp and thin voice: "What the hell, having you as a master is like eight lifetis of bad luck, the blood is sour and stinks, I’m about to starve to skin and bones..."
Who?
Who was talking to her?
Gu Pinting’s eyes were dazed, she vaguely saw that her hand was empty, and a green light was rolling towards the door.
It’s her bracelet!
Ah, where is her bracelet going?!
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Gu Shiyin, filled with questions, returned to the Gu Family.
The inexplicably disappearing images in the photos were unthinkable, sending chills down one’s spine.
She thought about checking the live broadcast replay, but this ti Xi Rubao was too cunning and set it to not be replayed, deleting it imdiately after broadcasting.
She also attempted to guise herself with a small account in the comnt section to probe the fans whether they really saw the Phoenix, and asked if anyone had taken pictures to share with her.
As a result, she was nearly drowned by the fans’ remarks—
"Are you a fake fan? Teacher Cao Yu said no photos, and you’re still asking?"
"There’s a price to pay for taking photos. Are you brave enough to photograph a Phoenix? Do you want to face repercussions?"
"Talking to soone who doesn’t understand the word spirit is like talking to a fool. Go study Teacher Cao’s lessons well before speaking here!"
"Gosh, it’s an account registered today. Fake fans, get out of our comnt section!"
The more Gu Shiyin read, the more alard she beca.
After much deliberation, she couldn’t help but call the old professor at Imperial University: "Mr. Zhao, sorry to disturb you late at night. I just want to ask you a question, is the mythical Phoenix real?"
Zhao Guiyi is the dean of the History College at Imperial University and also a seasoned historian.
He said in a deep voice: "Shiyin, you woke in the middle of the night, I’m not angry, but asking such a childish question does make mad. You’re studying dicine and should uphold science. You yourself said the Phoenix exists in mythology, how could it be real!"
"But Mr. Zhao, soone live-broadcasted the real Phoenix online, I saw it with my own eyes..."
"Ha ha, things on the internet can be believed? Tell what it looked like."
"It was huge and long, its tail coiled around a room several tis..."
"Ha ha, in mythology, the Phoenix’s tail isn’t long, only the Flying Snake’s is long."
"Its head was very large with a giant crown..."
"Phoenixes are male, where would it have a giant crown? It’s fake!"
"Right, all of its feathers were golden and shimred with indescribable other colors..."
"What color was it exactly?"
"Rainbow?"
"Ha ha, that’s even more fake. A proper mythical Phoenix should be all red-feathered. This faker doesn’t even pass history, truly laughable!"
Receiving Zhao Guiyi’s assessnt, Gu Shiyin felt a bit reassured: "Well, thank you, Professor, maybe it really was computer effects. Sorry to disturb you, goodnight!"
But the fog of doubt in her heart still wouldn’t lift completely.
If it was rely computer effects, why was Xi Rubao so adamant about forbidding photography? Also, saying there would be a price to pay for taking photos? The key is, why couldn’t any photos be taken at all?
Without these questions answered, the doubts couldn’t be erased entirely; Xi Rubao, along with the mysterious Xi Zuzi, had secrets she couldn’t fathom.
Gu Shiyin hung up the phone and went to the study to look through materials and find images of the Phoenix.
As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly realized that sothing was amiss...
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