Under One Person: The comprehension is beyond heaven, shocking everything

Chapter 384 Crisis of Trust: Wang Ye’s Warning, Ma Xianhong’s Silence

The workshop fell silent.

The flame of the oil lamp was so dim that it flickered and made people dizzy.

Zhuge Qing's breathing was still heavy, and the pain in his chest was coming back and forth. But his eyes were brighter.

Ma Xianhong stood there with his back to him, his shoulders seemed to be shaking a little, as if he was holding something back.

"Old horse?"

Zhuge Qing spoke first, and he even hated his hoarse voice.

Ma Xianhong didn't move, but shook his head slowly.

"I know, the stove... still doesn't work."

The voice is muffled and discouraging to listen to.

Zhuge Qing looked at his back and felt uncomfortable.

I want to say something, but I’m at a loss for words.

If the stove explodes, not only will Lao Ma's plan fail, but the two of them... will probably be in even more trouble.

"Indeed..."

Ma Xianhong suddenly turned around and forced a smile on his face, which was really ugly.

"I, Ma Xianhong, can I not keep my word?"

He stared at Zhuge Qing with a serious look in his eyes.

"I said, I'll give it to you after I give you the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements."

Zhuge Qing was stunned. He didn't expect this.

The stove is in such a bad state, and he is still thinking about this? This guy...

“Old Ma, you…” Zhuge Qing was a little confused, looking at Ma Xianhong with a face full of question marks.

"Don't be afraid of me... I have learned the magic machine..."

He was embarrassed to say the latter words. Was he afraid that he would use them against you after learning them?

I guess Lao Ma also understands it and doesn't care at all.

Ma Xianhong laughed, this time more openly, with a hint of self-deprecation.

"Afraid? What should I be afraid of?" He asked back, his tone quite aggressive.

"Who am I, Ma Xianhong, afraid of?"

"Besides," he looked at Zhuge Qing with a little...trust in his eyes?

"I trust you. I won't use this thing recklessly."

Zhuge Qing felt warm in his heart.

Lao Ma trusted him so much? This trust made him feel a little suffocated.

"Thanks, Lao Ma," he said sincerely, with gratitude in his tone.

"But, I..."

He wanted to say, I can’t take this magical machine, and I can’t get involved in your business.

But he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. With Lao Ma's temper, who could persuade him to change his mind once he had made up his mind?

Ma Xianhong seemed to see through his thoughts, smiled, and took out a book from his arms.

An old book with a yellowed cover and four words on it - Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

"Here." Ma Xianhong handed over the book in a flat voice.

"All the magic machines left by my great grandfather are here."

"Use it well, don't waste it."

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and also a little bit of... reluctance.

Zhuge Qing looked at the book and felt confused.

The divine machine is refined, who wouldn’t want it?

But regarding Lao Ma’s matter… he was afraid that he would get sucked into it, and go astray like Lao Ma.

I touched the cover of the book with my fingers. It felt cold, and seemed to carry a force that made me excited and scared.

He hesitated. Should he accept the book? If he accepted it, would he be able to control himself?

"Old Ma, I..." Zhuge Qing spoke again, his voice trembling a little.

"I can't promise..." Promise what? Promise not to follow your old path?

The words were still left unsaid. What Lao Ma wanted was probably not a guarantee, but... trust.

Ma Xianhong looked at him with encouragement in his eyes.

"Zhuge Qing, I believe you." He said it again, his tone firm.

"I believe you can walk your own path."

"The Divine Machine is just a thing, it depends on the person who uses it."

Zhuge Qing took a breath and said, "Okay, let's give it a try." He reached out and took the book.

"Okay, Lao Ma, I'll take it." The voice was not loud, but it was very real.

"Study hard, but I won't get involved in your affairs."

He looked at Ma Xianhong and his eyes became serious.

"I will protect this world with my own methods."

Ma Xianhong smiled, and this time he looked very relieved.

"I trust you." Another sentence, still with that trust.

"I believe in you, it can be done."

Zhuge Qing nodded and put the book away.

When I opened the book, a faint aura floated out. It was really powerful, and dangerous...it also seemed true.

You have to be careful with this thing and don't get yourself involved.

You have to find your own way, don’t be like Lao Ma…

He closed the book and started thinking.

"What secrets are hidden in the Divine Machine?" I don't know, but I can figure it out through careful study.

He raised his head and looked towards the door of the workshop.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside.

An acquaintance was standing at the door.

"Wang Ye?"

Zhuge Qing was a little surprised. Why was Wang Ye here?

Wang also stood there, looking at the two people in the room with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Oh, you two are here." Wang Ye said lazily.

Zhuge Qing and Ma Xianhong looked at each other and saw the...wariness in each other's eyes.

What is Wang Ye doing here? Is he a friend or an enemy?

The atmosphere became tense again.

That guy Wang Ye came in staggeringly.

He was still the same, with his hands in his pockets, walking slowly, his shadow stretched long by the light, swaying on the floor.

"Tsk, this smell is pungent."

Wang Ye twitched his nose as if he was smelling something strange. His eyes scanned the workshop and finally stopped on the book in Zhuge Qing's hand.

"The Divine Machine".

These four words are so old-fashioned, but they just feel... a little weird, as if they were alive.

Wang Ye frowned.

This guy knows his business.

"Old Qing," he spoke, his voice not loud but his tone heavy, "playing with fire?"

There was a hint of worry in his eyes, real worry.

After all, they are friends. Who would want their friends to jump into a pit?

Zhuge Qing said nothing, stroking the book cover with his fingers, feeling confused.

Zhuge Qing understood the look in Wang Ye's eyes and the meaning of his words.

But what can we do in this situation?

The temptation of the Divine Machine is too great.

That feeling of being able to create anything at will, that kind of power...who wouldn't want to try it?

But what Wang Ye said was right, this thing was dangerous.

"Old Wang," Zhuge Qing looked up at him, his voice a little hoarse.

"You do not understand."

"I'm not a child,"

Zhuge Qing smiled and tried to make his tone more relaxed: "You know what you are doing."

"Don't worry, be measured."

Wang Ye sighed and shook his head.

He knew Zhuge Qing. Although he seemed easy to talk to, he was actually very stubborn. Once he made up his mind, no one could change it even with eight horses.

What's more...he glanced at "The Divine Machine" again.

He knew how magical this book was.

“Old Qing, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements,” Wang Ye spoke again, this time with a stronger tone, “is not a joke.”

"It's very weird."

"Look at Old Ma, a living example." He pointed to Ma Xianhong next to him.

Old Ma stood there, his face gloomy as if it was about to drip water, and he didn't say a word.

He looked at Wang Ye, then at Zhuge Qing, with a strange look in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

This guy Wang Ye showed up... Lao Ma doesn’t seem surprised either?

"Lao Ma..." I shouted and looked at him.

Zhuge Qing knew that Wang Ye was telling the truth.

Old Ma is almost going crazy because of this magical machine.

but…

"Old Wang, you choose your own path."

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath and said in a calm tone, "I won't follow Lao Ma's path."

"But my path is none of your business."

Zhuge Qing looked at Wang Ye with a serious look.

"I want to try the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements."

Wang Ye was silent and just looked at Zhuge Qing with a complicated look in his eyes.

He knew that he could no longer persuade her.

"Lao Qing, have you really thought it through?" Wang Ye asked finally.

"Once you get this stuff on you, it's hard to get rid of it."

"You'll regret it."