Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1030 Departure (57)

   Trembling cold fingers lightly touched the book.

  On the cover of the book, it is impressively written - "Quick Introduction to Tui Na Massage"

  A book without temperature, because the time is too long, the pages of the paper have already turned yellow.

  Opening the book slowly, the aroma of the book disperses with the paper, and the printed characters are full, all of which are the key points drawn by herself.

  Including when to massage, when to help people in rehabilitation to perform foot massage, and various massage techniques for promoting blood circulation.

  She read it carefully herself, and then folded some important pages.

   That was the last book she read before she left, and she was still thinking about how to make him more comfortable.

  The man lowered his head, looking unclear.

   Only his shoulders trembled slightly, and he seemed to be choking.

  The severe pain from the heart, as if an invisible hand was grabbing him tightly, the pain made his chest scream wildly.

  The pain and sourness he had been suppressing all this time made him feel as if a mouthful of sweet blood surged up and permeated the tip of his tongue, the bitterness reached the extreme.

  He began to cough violently, one after another, as if he couldn't stop coughing.

  A mouthful of warm and bright red blood spilled directly from his lips, and he fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

  Coughing, coughing non-stop, he was holding the book tightly, his eyes were red, his mouth was full of fishy-sweet cough, and his fingers were trembling to the extreme.

   Pain. Pain all over the body

  He fell to the ground like a dying fish, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot with terror.

  Holding the book tightly with both arms, he cried and laughed, coughing and laughing for a while, and crying with a hideous face for a while.

  Muttering something in his mouth, he seemed to be crazy, holding the book, and hissed.

   Carefully glanced at the empty bed, his mouth was full of blood, with tears in his eyes, he laughed.

  He said: "Si Si is sleeping, so don't make noises about Si Si"

  He was lying on the ground, tears streaming down his face drop by drop.

  His eyes were dull and stupid, staring straight ahead at the sky ahead, coughing up blood and laughing.

  With his messy collar and twitching limbs, he smiled lowly, and with a flick of his wrist, he hit the corner of the table directly.

  The place where the cuffs are exposed, you can vaguely see the traces of self-mutilation with a knife.

  There are one after another, all of which are knife marks, new wounds with old scars, overlapping layers, shocking.

   bumped against the corner of the table, he was still laughing as if he didn't feel any pain.

  Laughing like a crazy mental patient, he took out a portable knife from his pocket.

  The blade is sharp, and it looks like it has been polished to the point of cutting iron like mud.

  He raised the knife, letting the silvery knife shine in the light.

   Hissed softly, and looked at the book in his arms.

  He said: "Si Si is angry and Si Si is angry with me."

   "It doesn't matter, punishment. Just focus on the punishment."

   "Si Si, don't be angry, I will cut off my own flesh and give it to you, okay?"

   "Or or, Si Si wants to cut my mouth, slap me, Si Si can do whatever she wants, Si Si don't get angry, okay?"

  He smiled, but choked up.

  Blood was coughing up continuously. He grabbed the knife and stabbed it fiercely into his left arm, blood spurting out.

  He smiled softly, with a dazed look on his face.

   As the blood flowed drop by drop, his laughter grew louder, with heart-piercing madness.

  (end of this chapter)