After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

There was a rush of heat, and Chang Xiaoqing trembled unconsciously, recovering from the momentary trance.

The fantasy of the boy wearing the scarlet silk robe gradually receded, and Lin Mao's thin figure reappeared.

Chang Xiaoqing's throat rolled, strong self-loathing intertwined with some uncontrollable desire, burning his sanity.

I don't know when it started, sometimes some beautiful pictures will appear in Chang Xiaoqing's mind.

Some of the scenes in those pictures are like the most secret longing in Chang Xiaoqing's heart, while others are like a dream in spring.

But if those pictures are just Chang Xiaoqing's dreams, those details are so vivid, as if Chang Xiaoqing had really experienced those bliss with her master sometime in the past.

Chang Xiaoqing knew that she shouldn't be deceived by those illusory pictures, but as time went by, those pictures became more colorful and more specific year after year, no matter how Chang Xiaoqing resisted, she would eventually sink into it.

Probably from the time when he was trapped in Tianxian Pavilion, Chang Xiaoqing found that sometimes he would overlap with "him" in his dream.And from the day when Xing Xinglin woke him up with golden needles, the sense of overlap became more and more obvious, so that Chang Xiaoqing couldn't control his words and deeds. It was his temperament that had changed drastically during this time.

This made Chang Xiaoqing panicked, but on the other hand she was extremely satisfied.

It seems that once he completely overlaps with the person in the dream, those illusory dreams, those body entanglements that he once enjoyed, and the intimate love will really become his past and memory.

But behind that poppy-like longing and satisfaction, there was still a voice in Chang Xiaoqing's heart that kept sending out warnings.

It's just that Chang Xiaoqing didn't know what he was vigilant about, and what was the cause of that tiny despair and sadness...

Swallowing a gasp, Chang Xiaoqing put his arms around Lin Mao intentionally or unintentionally.

"Master."

The scorching heat coming from behind made Lin Mao feel a little awkward.

Probably because of what Jia Ruo said before...

Lin Mao thought.

He was about to break free from Chang Xiaoqing's embrace without making a sound, but the little apprentice's slightly hoarse voice came from his ear.

"Master, I'm hurt..."

Chang Xiaoqing handed her arm to Lin Mao's eyes.

There was a bloodstain on his arm that could not be avoided by Jia Ruo, which looked quite scary.

In fact, the really serious injury was covered up by Chang Xiaoqing long ago, and the bloodstain on the arm was nothing more than a flesh wound.

"Is it serious? Wait, I remember Xing Xinglin has medicine in his medicine chest—his medicine chest should still be here!"

In fact, Lin Mao was not unaware of Chang Xiaoqing's tricks.

But for so many years, the young man who grew up with him day and night has always swallowed all the scars and pain by himself, and never showed half of it in front of Lin Mao.

Now that Lin Mao suddenly saw Chang Xiaoqing's coquettish and weak appearance, his heart was almost broken, and he didn't care whether Chang Xiaoqing's embrace was too intimate.

Lin Mao hurriedly ran to the ruins where the carriage was before, and sure enough he found Xing Xinglin's old medicine box from a pile of messy pieces of wood.

He opened it and took a look, he was immediately relieved: No matter what the origin of Xing Xinglin is, after all, he has done a full set of acting, all kinds of medicine powder and medicine bottles in this old medicine box are complete, and the red seals are neatly written , indicating the function and usage, filled the upper and lower drawers, and there is even a set of delicate knives, needles and guts beside it, which are used for serious trauma.

At this time, Chang Xiaoqing was not afraid of being exposed by Lin Mao for his pitiful tricks. He raised an arm up and down, helping to turn over the wooden plank to lift things, and finally Lin Mao slapped him gently on the forehead.

"Sit down! What are you still doing here, let me see your wounds."

Lin Maohu said to him with a stern face.

Chang Xiaoqing followed the good advice, and immediately found a slightly cleaner stone and sat down with her knees hugged.

Lin Mao first helped him wrap the flesh wounds on his arms and limbs, but he did not forget the real injuries that Chang Xiaoqing covered up——

Jia Ruo's vines are extremely strong, if they are just rubbed on, even if they are bloody, it's nothing, but once they are firmly slapped on the body, the terrifying power can penetrate deep into the internal organs, causing blood stasis, which is the most important thing. The most hurtful.

Lin Mao didn't forget the moment when Chang Xiaoqing was forcibly thrown out by Jia Ruo in order to protect him.

"Take off your shirt."

Lin Mao said.

Chang Xiaoqing's face changed slightly, and then he was relieved, knowing that since Lin Mao had seen Jia Ruo's actions, it would be difficult to hide it.

So he not only took off his shirt quickly, but also raised his face, smiled at Lin Mao and said, "Master, please don't hurt me."

"..."

When Lin Mao heard these somewhat frivolous and ambiguous words, he couldn't help but pause.

"Bullshit!"

Lin Mao glanced at Chang Xiaoqing expressionlessly, his face turned completely cold.

But only he himself knows that at this moment, his heart is actually in a mess.

so similar……

No matter how unwilling to admit it, Lin Mao was still very horrified to find that Chang Xiaoqing, whose temperament changed drastically after being woken up by Xing Xinglin, became more and more like the person who had died many years ago.

【"If the cat wants my life one day, just strike at it... But at that time, you have to be gentle and don't hurt me. Brother, I am very afraid of pain."】

He was also grabbed by that skinless person in the Spring Festival Tent and made fun of him like this.

However, the person who can talk to Lin Mao like this should be a senior...and only a senior.

Instead of his apprentice Chang Xiaoqing who was single-handedly raised.

Lin Mao's expression became serious, and he didn't look at Chang Xiaoqing anymore, his actions were far less considerate and gentle than before. He quickly treated the wound on Chang Xiaoqing's body, and then stood up, carrying the medicine box to Jia Ruo's side. go.

On the one hand, it was to heal Jia Ruo's injuries, and on the other hand, it was naturally to stay away from Chang Xiaoqing at this time.

When Xing Xinglin was by his side now, he didn't think that, but now that the man had really escaped, Lin Maocai later realized that something was wrong.

Chang Xiaoqing's current state is too weird, without Xing Xinglin's help to control him, with Lin Mao's strength alone, he feels overwhelmed.

While thinking about countermeasures, Lin Mao also helped Jia Ruo treat the wound on his body.

The most serious wound on Jia Ruo's body was not left by Chang Xiaoqing, but the vines that grew out of his body.At first, Lin Mao was worried that the vines would attack him reflexively, but after touching the smooth and cold plants, the vines trembled slightly for a moment, and then fell off Jia Ruo's body just like before.

Lin Mao knew that Jia Ruo was an empty flower, not actually a human being, and he didn't know whether Xing Xinglin's medicinal materials were suitable for the disease, but he still felt a little trembling when he saw the bloody holes, so he had to pick up some medicinal powders to stop bleeding and promote muscle growth Pour it in, and wrap the wound again with a cloth strip.

Nagaruo was still muttering to himself, but it was strange to say that after Lin Mao approached him, his expression gradually relaxed, and he stopped muttering those fragmented words. After being bandaged, he looked like an ordinary handsome monk who had passed out due to serious injuries.

It looks more pleasing to the eye than Chang Xiaoqing at this time...

Lin Mao glanced at Jia Ruo, thinking to himself.

If it was the taciturn Chang Xiaoqing in the past, Lin Mao would naturally look like a millionaire, and even 1 Jiaruo couldn't compare to his own disciple.

But now that Chang Xiaoqing, who behaves strangely and is becoming more and more frightening, Lin Mao's thoughts on him are extremely complicated, so complicated that even he himself doesn't want to and dare not to distinguish those thoughts in detail.

"Master, are you going to take this poor monk with you?"

Probably also realized that Lin Mao's frivolity at the beginning made Lin Mao shy away. When Chang Xiaoqing leaned over again wearing a bandage, his attitude was much more upright and solemn than before.

Lin Mao glanced at him, paused, and said sullenly: "That's natural."

Chang Xiaoqing glanced at Jia Ruo with incomparable disgust.

"Master, have you thought about where we should go next?"

The group of them initially planned to go to Jiancheng to find Ji Wuming, and then track down the whereabouts of the unknown old man.

But Xing Xinglin, who gave the clues, seemed to be a strange person with unpredictable background and no purpose, and the fact that Jia Ruo suddenly went crazy was also very strange. Whether to go or not to build the city can only be carefully considered.

But what Chang Xiaoqing didn't expect was that after he asked the question, Lin Mao replied without thinking, "Go build the city."

"Then I will listen to Master."

Chang Xiaoqing was only taken aback for a moment, but immediately showed a cute look and said seriously.

But he didn't know that the reason why Lin Mao continued this journey so resolutely was actually very absurd.

imprint.

Lin Mao looked down at the unconscious Jia Ruo, and what came to mind was the small mark he had touched behind the puppet's ear before.

Theoretically speaking, after Senior Brother Chang's death...that imprint should no longer appear on the rivers and lakes.

There are many puppet makers in the world, but only one is the most unique.

Because the human skin puppets made by his family are not made of pigs and sheep, but made of real human skin.

This family not only uses human skin to make human puppets, but also uses human skin to make various Jianghu utensils. The most famous one is his family's human skin masks.

And his family's human skin mask is most praised for its lifelikeness. After wearing it, as long as the words and deeds don't show any signs, even the closest people can't tell the difference just by looking at the appearance.

People in Jianghu called this family "Painted Skin Zhang" because of this.

And this generation's "Painted Pi Zhang" is in charge of the family, unfortunately, he is the most capable subordinate and close friend of Chang Qing, the demon leader of Wangyou Valley.

Since Chang Qing's death, Hua Pi Zhang hated others for watching him coldly and did not help him when he was dying, so he cut off his right thumb in public and vowed not to make any works from then on, and then disappeared without a trace. There has been no news for decades. Come.

The "painted skin sheet" of a generation of ghost craftsmen has been lost so far.

But just now, the bump mark that Lin Mao accidentally touched on the puppet was clearly the exclusive mark left by the "painted skin sheet"!

Craftsmen make utensils, even if they are unknown little craftsmen, they will eventually put a stamp on their works.

No matter how well the human skin of "Huapi Zhang" is made, it cannot be avoided.However, the objects he made are different from ordinary utensils, so the imprint is quite secretive, and it is a secret of the "Huapi Zhang" family, which is rarely known by people.

It was also when Lin Mao was very close to Chang Qing that he learned this little secret from the latter.

But why, the puppets made by "Huapi Zhang" are now reappearing? !

Lin Mao's mind was in turmoil and his thoughts were full of thoughts, but the eyes that Xing Xinglin looked at him before he fled away unconsciously lingered in his mind.

What is the relationship between that old man and "Painted Skin Zhang"?To be able to get a puppet from the person who has vowed to retire from the world...

Or, Xing Xinglin and Chang Qing...

Lin Mao stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on his chest, as if this could calm the increasingly out-of-control heartbeat.