On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Even though Tang Yibai had killed countless people and was accustomed to seeing life and death on the battlefield, he was still shocked when he heard Mr. Mo say that the incense burner next to him was made of human skull.

Tang Yibai subconsciously took another look at the incense burner, and then he didn't want to look at it a second time.

Mr. Mo asked, "Why are you visiting me on a snowy night?"

Tang Yibai collected his thoughts and said, "I want to tell you, sir, that the military affairs have been arranged, and the caravan has arrived, so we can set off."

Mr. Mo poured two cups of tea: "Please."

Tang Yibai didn't want to drink it. He felt that everything here, including the person in front of him, was evil. Who knew if there was anything strange added to this tea.

But he couldn't refuse, so he took the tea and put it next to him.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? If there is anything you need to bring, I can ask two of my trusted friends to come and help you tomorrow morning."

Mr. Mo took a sip of tea, then slowly said, "Don't bother. I have a child here. Apart from some personal belongings, all I need to take with me is one person."

Tang Yibai's heart moved slightly, and doubts gradually arose. He remembered that when he entered the house before, he saw the blurry figure in the direction of the pavilion.

Is that really a person?

"I will leave the city on time tomorrow morning and meet up with the caravan. Please take care of me on the way."

Mr. Mo raised his glass and motioned for him to drink as well.

Tang Yibai smiled lightly and picked up the teacup. A scent of tea wafted from his nose. It was indeed good tea. Even the tea soup was a beautiful light green color.

But he still didn't want to drink.

He covered it with his sleeve, raised his head, and pretended to drink it, but in fact he spilled the tea into his collar.

Putting down the teacup, he also stood up: "Then I won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

Mr. Mo did not force him to stay: "Go slowly, I'll see you off."

The little boy from before came over with a lantern in his hand, waited for Tang Yibai at the door, and sent him out the gate.

When he walked to the corridor, Tang Yibai looked towards the pavilion and found that the shadow was still there.

Is it a person? What are you doing sitting there in such a cold weather?

Everything here was strange and made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't think any more about it and walked out the door.

After closing the gate, the little boy walked back with the lantern and walked towards the pavilion on the snow.

There was indeed a person sitting in the pavilion, wearing thin clothes. He sat there, motionless, as if he didn't feel the cold at all.

The child walked up to him and touched his arm, then withdrew his hand, looked at him and saw that he was still motionless, raised his eyebrows slightly, and left with the lantern.

Back in the outer room, the boy said through the curtain, "Sir, the man in the pavilion still hasn't moved. I just touched him and his skin is already very cold."

Mr. Mo finished the tea in his cup and said calmly, "Then take him back to his room, clean him up, change his clothes tomorrow morning, and take him out of the city."

"Yes."

The little boy left, and Mr. Mo put down the teacup. He glanced at the cup used by Tang Yibai opposite him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile.

……

Yan Ruyu didn't sleep well that night. She felt like she was dreaming, but also like she was awake.

The air around her seemed a little sticky, as if it had color, like spread oil paint, wrapping her up in it.

She wanted to wake up, to remind herself that this was a dream and not to dwell on it, but she felt unable to open her eyes.

Even as the power of thought became stronger, the surrounding air began to fluctuate, and the colors of the oil paints began to ripple as they flowed.

Yan Ruyu's heart moved slightly, as if she could interact with these oil paints. She calmed her mind and no longer wanted to wake up. The ripples gradually disappeared and calmed down.

At the same time, her mind was calm, and her surroundings were even quieter. Yan Ruyu's five senses and body perception were also strengthened.

She heard the sound of snow falling outside, the sound of a pheasant's wings fluttering under the porch, and the sound of a Tibetan fox unconsciously waving its tail beside the charcoal basin.

The world is wonderful, as if it is all within her senses.

……

The abbot was also sleeping soundly.

While sleeping, I felt an itch on my wrist and scratched it subconsciously.

At this time, he was already one-third awake.

He opened his eyes dazedly and then closed them again. The quilt on his body was kicked away a lot. He closed his eyes and grabbed the quilt, trying to pull it up.

I touched it a few times but didn't find it.

Something vaguely feels wrong.

Open your eyes and find yourself in space.

Being in space is not a rare thing. This happens to him all the time these days. He is in bed before going to bed and in space when he wakes up.

He and Yan Ruyu also talked about this. The result of their discussion was that it might be because the environment and air quality of the space were good, so the consciousness would choose to enter the space on its own after he fell asleep.

The abbot didn't take it seriously. It didn't matter where they went since they were just sleeping.

But today is different.

He dared not move, and glanced at the grass from the corner of his eye - he was floating in the air! About half a meter above the ground!

Although a half-meter fall wouldn't kill someone, but...what does this mean by being so frivolous? ?

Never happened before!

How does he get down?

"Oh God, someone come, help me!" the abbot cried in his heart.

I dared not move any part of my body except my eyeballs.

He looked around and saw no other changes in the space.

Wait a moment.

Why does it look like oil paint is splashed and he seems to be floating on the paint?

The abbot suppressed the urge to call Yan Ruyu and forced himself to close his eyes.

Hallucination, this is an illusion, it must be.

It’s a dream, it must be a dream.

Forcing myself to hypnotize myself was effective, and my pounding heart gradually calmed down.

He lay quietly, his body relaxed - it was quite comfortable.

Feel it carefully, it's like being in the clouds.

As he thought about it, he felt a little more relieved. He wouldn't die from the fall anyway, so it didn't matter if he fell. Why not try to move?

He moved his hands slightly and it was fine.

I bent my legs again, and it was okay.

I turned over quietly and everything was fine.

The abbot was relieved now. Feeling sleepy, he fell asleep again.

After falling asleep, a faint light flashed at the place where my wrist had been itchy, and then disappeared.

The oil paint on the body seems to be thicker.

……

After a night, dawn broke.

Yan Ruyu opened her eyes and found herself in space. Thinking back to what happened last night, she felt that it was not a dream.

Don't rush out, quickly observe the space and find that there are no other changes.

So what happened last night?

When I walked under the tree, I suddenly found a crystal stone under the tree.

She was very familiar with this tree, and she even remembered every detail of the environment here, including the individual blades of grass.

This crystal stone definitely did not exist before.

What is it for?

Yan Ruyu observed it for a while. It turned out to be a purple crystal stone, the size of a fist, crystal clear and bright, and quite beautiful.

There was no need to worry about the things in the space being poisonous or anything like that, so she wanted to pick it up and take a look, but when she tried to hold it, she found that she couldn't lift it.

The crystals seemed to be embedded in the ground.

Yan Ruyu couldn't lift it, so she naturally wanted to press it.

When I pressed it, the crystal sank slightly like a button.

Is it some kind of mechanism?

Before I could figure out what was going on, I heard someone talking.