Undying Curse Part 2

Following the white snow that fell from City S, City Z soon followed suit.

Su Yang, who was sitting by the fireplace, was not in the mood to read at all. She was not only digesting what happened in City Z recently, but also adapting to her new self.

"Sister Su, it's late, aren't you tired?" Bai Jing, who came down from the upstairs, had just finished taking a shower, with long black hair loose, went to the bar first to pour a drink, came to her, and looked at her. The content of the book held by Su Yang, "Are you tired and stupid, or tired? You haven't had a good rest since you came back from there. This book was on this page before I went to take a shower."

Su Yang glanced at the book with lowered eyebrows, closed it, and sighed softly, "I'm worried about them, so I'm not sleepy."

Bai Jing took the book in Su Yang's hand, glanced at the title, skipped Su Yang's topic, and continued: "Have you been having nightmares lately?"

Su Yang nodded without denying it, and immediately shook her head, "It's not exactly a nightmare." She also couldn't explain this feeling clearly, as soon as she closed her eyes or settled down, she could perceive different sounds around her. , the most exaggerated, is that she can perceive what the people around her are thinking.

From when Bai Jing was looking for a house to opening this studio, Su Yang could perceive all the people he met and their thoughts.

It was a horrible feeling.

The scariest thing is...

"Sister Su?" Bai Jing leaned over to occupy Su Yang's sight, "What are you thinking about so preoccupied?"

Su Yang looked directly into Bai Jing's gaze, and said in a stiff tone, "It may be true as you said, I'm a little tired."

"I knew you were sleepy." Bai Jing took Su Yang's hand, "I'll accompany you back to the room, I'm also a little tired, so I'll go to sleep first."

"Don't you wait for them?" Su Yang followed Bai Jing's footsteps, "Xiaoyan and the others...don't they come back today?"

"The big things are not as important as you taking a good rest, not to mention they have other arrangements, we will go out to find them tomorrow morning." Bai Jing showed a trademark smile, "Now I can rest assured that I can sleep in peace. You are staying up late now I'm so good, how can my body handle it?"

Su Yang was forced by Bai Jing to walk upstairs, staring at Bai Jing's back, Su Yang pursed her lips.

The most frightening thing is that after seeing through so many people, he can't understand Bai Jing.

what is this?

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Late at night, according to the address provided by Brunei, they came to a beautiful courtyard outside Z City.As soon as he reached the door, the door was opened by Anya.

Before they could speak, Anya said first: "I'll talk about the extra words later, send Xuan Luo to the room first, Tang and Song are already making preparations."

"My lord..." Xuan Luo's body was almost too weak, but she still wanted to talk about the Dao Gu in advance.

"Sang Xie has already called me. I probably know a thing or two about the black market. In this case, your physical condition is the most important thing at the moment. We will discuss other matters later." Although Anya's words were short, they had a magical power , no matter how serious it is, there is a way to solve it.

Qianyan helped Xuanluo to the room Anya mentioned, stared at the wooden barrel inside, and softly called, "Sister Tang..."

Tang Song knew that Qianyan trusted him, but out of concern for Xuanluo, he couldn't help but worry, and comforted him: "It's been a hard journey, Xuanluo will leave it to me, I won't let her have trouble, you Go rest first."

"I can……"

"No." Tang Song replied directly, "The process of practicing medicine cannot be disturbed by others."

"I see, thank you." Qian Yan handed Xuan Luo, who had no strength at all, to Tang Song, then turned and left.

Looking at the closed door, Qianyan has not left for a long time, no matter how cold the night wind is or whether there are sporadic snowflakes floating in the sky, she does not want to leave, she wants to use her own way, even if she will be blamed by Xuanluo, she also wants to accompany looking at her.

Because Qianyan knew in her heart that if she was inside, Xuanluo would do the same.

"Little master." Dukui looked at the straight figure in the courtyard, and as expected, she took a thick coat and walked over, "It's cold at night, even if you wait, you have to take care of yourself."

Although I'm not used to being taken care of like this, Qianyan didn't care about that at the moment, worried that their conversation would disturb the inside, so she took a few steps back and said softly: "I feel that I am useless, facing what is happening now I can't do anything about everything, I can only watch her weaken..."

"little Master."

Hearing these three words, Qianyan looked back at Dukui, "Isn't the me at that time better than I am now?"

Dukui didn't understand at first and said "Huh?", realized the problem, shook her head and said, "No."

"no?"

"In Dukui's eyes, the little master hasn't changed at all." Dukui decided to tell her what she knew, "I remember one year, Princess Wuyang played with the little master, but both of them were caught in heavy rain. The little master fell ill that night, and it was very serious. Because of self-blame, the little master stood alone in the courtyard wearing wet clothes and punished himself. He didn't go back to the room to rest until the servants heard that Princess Wuyang's fever had subsided. .”

Qian Yan stared at Du Kui with a dazed gaze.

"Later...the princess recovered from her illness, but the little master fell ill." Dukui sighed helplessly, "The princess was very angry when she learned that the little master was deliberately sick, but Dukui accidentally saw that when the princess left The joy on the face."

"……joy?"

"At that time, I didn't understand what Her Royal Highness's smile meant, until the princess found me and told me to take good care of that straightforward fool in the room."

In a nutshell: "..."

"I believe that Her Royal Highness knows the sincerity of the young master, and the young master is the young master." Dukui knew that the shallow words needed time to digest, and left behind quietly.

"Thank you." Qianyan turned around and said.

Dukui turned around and smiled slightly, "I believe that Her Royal Highness, the princess, will be safe and well."

"Yeah." Qian Yan looked at the closed doors and windows, "It must be all right."

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Tang and Song Dynasties soaked Xuanluo in a wooden barrel full of herbs, pierced 49 acupoints with golden needles, and began to bleed.

Looking at the black blood, Tang Song frowned.

"Tang Song..."

"I know it's hard, just wait until the blood is released." Tang Song said softly: "Qianyan is silently guarding you in the courtyard, you must hold on."

Xuan Luo raised his heavy eyelids, "This fool."

"I think it's cute." Tang Song said, repeating acupuncture and bloodletting, "After the acupuncture points are opened, I will use my exercises to force out all the dirty blood for you. I will check again in three days and everything is normal. You can drink blood to restore your strength."

"Well... I'm sorry." Xuan Luo let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and endured the piercing pain.

Scattered snowflakes fell from the night sky, falling coldly on Qian Yan's face, she raised her eyebrows and looked at the closed window, she believed in Tang Song, but couldn't help but worry.

Time passed slowly, white snow slowly covered the ground, Qianyan walked back and forth in the courtyard, Dukui standing in the corridor, looked at the orderly footprints, shook his head helplessly, and poured the ginger tea in his hand hand it over.

"Little master, drive away the cold." Dukui said, looking at the room, "Any news?"

Qian Yan took a sip of ginger tea, a warm current passed by, and his body instantly warmed up a lot, "Not yet."

"It's almost dawn, I think it may not be so fast, why don't you go back to your room to rest first, and Dukui will watch for you?" Dukui really couldn't bear the little master like this.

"I'm fine." Said Qianyan, drank the ginger tea and handed it to Dukui, "I can do too little for her, I want to be with her, not far away, with her. "

Wuzhe Dukui took the teacup and left again.

As soon as the sky dawned, the door of the room was opened by Tang Song from the inside. Looking at the figure in the courtyard, he called out, "Qianyan, come in."

Hearing Tang Song's call, Qian Yan trotted over. Unexpectedly, these two legs were as stiff as if they were not his own. Tang Song stepped forward to support him when he almost fell, "Be careful."

"Sister Tang, she..." Although the surface of Qian Yan's body was cold, his heart was hot, and his eyes were rosy, "Is she all right?"

"I'm resting. On the table is the cold-dispelling tea I just made. Let's drink it first."

When Qian Yan heard that Xuan Luo was fine, she immediately raised the corners of her lips, "I know, I know."

Tang Song looked at the door closed by Qianyan, and left with a smile on his lips.

After drinking the hot tea obediently and obediently, he walked around the screen and saw a figure lying on his side on the limp bed, with long black hair scattered randomly on the white cotton pajamas.

There was no light in the room, only an oil lamp was lit, and there was a faint light from the window, Xuan Luo at this moment was like a sleeping beauty.

Qian Yan walked over slowly, leaned over to look at Xuan Luo who was breathing evenly, and finally felt a little more at ease in his suspended heart.

Thinking that Xuan Luo was resting, so Qian Yan's eyes didn't restrain in the slightest, until he found the woman in front of him opened her lips and uttered two words, "fool", and then said "huh?" in surprise.

Xuan Luo lazily raised his eyelids, and murmured: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Sleepy, but not sleepy." Qianyan told the truth, took the woman's cold hand and held it tightly, "I'm just worried about you, I'm afraid I won't see you again."

"Then can you rest assured now?"

"Are you telling the truth?" Qianyan pouted slightly, "I don't feel at ease at all. I even want to ask Sister Tang to be my teacher and let her teach me medical skills, so that maybe I can feel a little more at ease."

Xuan Luo who heard this said lightly smiled, "Fool, if you worship Tang Song as your teacher, then what about my relationship with her?"

"relation?"

Xuan Luo glanced lightly at Qian Yan, "I'm a little tired, go wash up, and sleep with me."

Qian Yan's expression is a little stiff, and he hasn't come out of the topic just now, but thinking about it, ancient people pay attention to seniority etiquette, and they are friends of the same generation, if they become apprentices of Tang and Song... He went around behind the screen and washed his face with clean water, then lay softly inside and covered the two of them with the quilt.

Xuan Luo felt Qian Yan's arms wrapping around her, smiled slightly, turned around and rested her head on Qian Yan's shoulder, "Now I can finally sleep with peace of mind."

Qian Yan smelled the faint scent of medicine on Xuan Luo's body, "Is your body really alright?"

Xuan Luo let out a lazy "hmm", "Tang Song said that I still need a little medicine to induce, and only with this medicine can I completely get better."

"Yaoyin?" Hearing this, Qianyan immediately stretched up half of his body and asked, "What medicine?"

Xuan Luo raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, turned over and hugged Qian Yan in her arms, "Don't talk, I'm very tired, go to sleep."

Qian Yan froze in Xuan Luo's arms, blinked her clear eyes a few times, and then smiled.She really convinced her, it turned out that the medicine that Xuan Luo was talking about was herself.

Accompanied by the faint fragrance from Xuan Luo's body, Qian Yan soon fell asleep.

……

Tang Song stepped on the snow all the way back to the room, but he was face to face with Anya who was carrying the tray.

"Calculating the time, you'll be back soon. I'll help you make breakfast, and you can rest after eating."

Tang Song felt warm in his heart, "Madam is so virtuous."

Anya didn't answer the question, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "How is the princess?"

"It's more serious than I thought, but it's fine. I'll check again in three days. It should be fine." As Tang Song said, he pushed open the door, turned sideways to let Anya go in, and then went in and closed the door, saying: "You You guessed right, the problem did come from Qianyan's blood, but not wolf blood."

Anya put down the dinner plate, and put the pastries and rice porridge in front of Tang Song, "Wolf blood only has a fatal effect on Sang Xie's body, but Qian Yan's blood...is like a slow poison for zombies, if you don't If it is removed in time, the consequences will be disastrous."

Tang Song took a sip of the porridge, analyzed it carefully, put down the white porcelain spoon, and said seriously: "The blood of the medicine such as chronic poison...it is very likely..."

Seeing Tang Song's hesitation to speak, Anya lowered her voice, "Yu Linglong?"

Tang Song, who heard this name, would inevitably feel a little sad. While stirring the porridge with a white porcelain spoon, he recalled: "Blood contains people's memories as well as people's emotions. The greater the pressure, the darker the blood color, the more If you don’t ask for anything, the color of the blood will be brighter red. Because Linglong has no heart, Wuxin has no source, and no source has no turbidity, so her blood is very precious, and zombies are made of her blood. The difference is that you Carefully..."

Anya seemed to have guessed what Tang Song said later.

Putting down the white porcelain spoon, Tang Song said with heavy eyes, "It is because of your heart that you will repel Linglong's blood, and the repulsion of blood is just a chronic poison."

"If it's her blood, why..."

"Why didn't you become a zombie?" Tang Song speculated, "Perhaps... this is the key to life revelation, a mystery that only Shang Ke himself can solve."

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The author has something to say: Today is the second anniversary of the establishment of the group, thank you for your long-term support.

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A new reader, seeing me chatting in the group, expressed surprise, and even caught a live one.

That's right, I'm the living author who keeps appearing [wry smile]

Because I prefer to discuss the plot with people, talk about my children...

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The plot is getting more and more involved, so try to type.

Recently, I customized and then typesetting. Thinking about holding the book I wrote for the first time, I think it should be good.

Happy!