Death Spell

Chapter 67

In the forest, Le Wenyao's rapid breathing and footsteps ran all the way with Tang Song in his arms, followed by Wang Tu with Anya on his back.

Le Wenyao saw the figure in the distance, took a few steps quickly, and panted, "Ah Yun, is the helicopter here?"

"It's in the open space over there, not far away."

Hearing that it was not far away, Le Wenyao took a deep breath, and trotted towards the direction Fang Yun pointed with Tang Song in his arms.

The sound of the helicopter was getting closer and closer. Le Wenyao was slightly relieved when he walked around a few trees and walked on the muddy road.

"Sister forensic doctor, just hold on, it's almost... almost here." Le Wenyao looked down at Tang Song's face.A bit of messy hair wet with cold sweat wrapped around the woman's cheeks, and the split wound on the shoulder dyed the freshly wrapped bandage red again.

Recalling the scene when she met the two of them just now, Le Wenyao was really dumbfounded.

He wanted to hug them and leave as soon as possible, but found that Anya was held tightly in Tang Song's arms, and he was so strong that he and Wang Tu were both struggling.

If he hadn't told her in his ear that the helicopter was coming and he was going to the hospital, Tang Song would not have let go.

Tang Song didn't expect to let go, his eyelashes trembled, and he grabbed Le Wenyao's hand again, his pale lips fluttered slightly due to excessive blood loss.

I don't know what is muttering in my mouth.

Seeing this, Le Wenyao thought that Tang Song was going to explain something, so she quickly lowered her head and tried her best to listen to what Tang Song was saying.

But Tang Song said in a very soft voice, "I must, I must save... Anya!"

Le Wenyao sighed, and coaxed her: "I see, you and the witch will be fine, leave it to me."

"Well, leave it to you." Tang Song finally closed his eyes completely, and a faint smile appeared on his lips, as if telling Le Wenyao again, she believed it!

But Tang Song was really tired, and his skin even became pale and transparent due to excessive blood loss.The smile gradually faded, and she really fell asleep, or completely unconscious, to be exact.

Le Wenyao has no friends since she was a child, so she rarely feels sorry for anyone, and she doesn't know what the so-called feeling of trust is.For Tang Song's smile just now, Le Wenyao found an indescribable beauty.She liked Tang Song's character from the bottom of her heart, and loved her even more. She hugged her in her arms, turned to Wang Tu and said, "Will the witch be all right?"

I saw that Wang Tu did not pick up Anya, but used a red talisman with a drop of blood on it, and stuck it on Anya's head. The talisman disappeared instantly, and after a while, Anya spit out a mouthful of black filth .

"She..." Le Wenyao was a little worried.

Wang Tu used three cards in a row, and a layer of sweat oozes from his forehead before he replied, "There is no danger to life for the time being."

Le Wenyao paused. She didn't expect so many things to happen when she came out this time. She pursed her lips and said, "Go to the hospital as soon as possible, and I will arrange the rest."

Wang Tu carried Anya on his back and nodded in response.

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Against the wind, he walked towards the helicopter. After all, it was a private helicopter with limited space, so only the wounded were transferred to the cabin. Fang Yun and the other two brothers who were safe and sound planned to go around the mountain to get the car.Su Mingyuan and Wang Tu originally wanted to climb the mountain with them, but because he was still a child, Anya might not be able to do without Wang Tu, so Le Wenyao asked the co-pilot to climb with them, and she would be the co-pilot.

When the driver heard this, he immediately became nervous. Who didn't know that Le Wenyao had three kinds of driver's licenses when he was an adult, car license, yacht license, and pilot license.

"Miss... Miss, why don't you let me be your second-in-command." The pilot said.

"I'm not very comfortable. You are familiar with the way here. Let's go to the hospital quickly." Le Wenyao put on her headphones and sunglasses, full of heroism.

"Okay." The pilot didn't dare to neglect.

On the way back, everyone was tired, so there was nothing to say throughout the journey.

Two hours later, the group returned to the city's central hospital.

Tang and Song lost too much blood due to being shot in the right arm. As long as the blood transfusion and wound cleaning were done, there was no danger to life, and the treatment was not complicated. Compared with Tang and Song, Le Wenyao’s was more serious. Minor damage, minor internal bleeding, if not checked sooner, the consequences would be hard to imagine.

But Le Wenyao seemed indifferent, what she was thinking about was not beheading the female corpse, now that the Dragon Breaking Stone fell, there was no chance of beheading.

Just thinking of this, Le Wenyao snorted angrily.

It startled the nurse who was drawing blood for her...

Because of Anya's special status, Wang Tu didn't ask Le Wenyao to arrange a doctor, but only asked Le Wenyao to arrange a clean room.

With seven red talisman papers in a row, the dirt in Anya's body seemed to be unable to be cleaned no matter what.

Wang Tu was already a little weak, and was supporting his body. Just when he was about to take out the eighth card, he heard a very soft sentence: "Do you want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?"

As soon as he heard Anya speak, Wang Tu immediately had tears in his eyes, and said excitedly, "Old Ancestor, you finally woke up, I thought... I thought... you..."

"What about them?" Anya slowly opened her eyes, coughed a few times, and asked.

"Sister Tang is fine, and Miss Le is fine. Sister Tang is still sleeping because of excessive blood loss." Wang Tu responded.

"Excessive blood loss?" Anya frowned, and worried: "It's all right, how could there be excessive blood loss?"

Wang Tu told Anya what he saw one by one. Thinking about Anya's physical condition, he said, "My ancestor, your physical condition is very strange this time. What's going on? Do you know it yourself?"

Anya paused for a while before saying: "I don't know, I really thought I was going to die at the time. That tomb...has caused great harm to my body, not only obsidian exists, there must be something else. But as long as I'm still alive, nothing will happen..."

Wang Tu trusted Anya, nodded and said, "In that case, ancestor, please rest well."

Anya said lightly: "Yes. You should go to rest too."

In the evening, Le Wenyao finished all the examinations and was pushed into a special care ward on the highest floor, which was opposite to An Ya and An Ya.It can be seen that Le Wenyao's mental state is still very good, and he asked the doctor about Tang Song's condition along the way.

Knowing that everything is fine, I planned to visit Anya, but ran into Wang Tu who had just walked out and needed to rest.

"How is the witch?" Le Wenyao asked worriedly.

After all, everyone has seen a doctor, except the sorceress.

Wang Tu shook his head: "It's fine, I just woke up, and now I'm resting again."

Knowing that Anya was fine, Le Wenyao was finally completely relieved.It could be seen that Wang Tu was also a little tired, so he was immediately arranged to go to Su Mingyuan's room to rest.

"Get a good night's sleep first. I'll have someone outside invite a master to cook a delicious meal and deliver it to your room." Le Wenyao pursed her lips slightly, happy that everyone was safe this trip.

Wang Tu, who had always liked beautiful women, immediately tidied up his clothes after Le Wenyao cared about him a little bit: "I...I'm fine, I'm in good health."

Le Wenyao didn't understand this. Why are there always people who like to hold on, the sorceress, the forensic sister, and she said helplessly, "When you're tired, you get tired. Why do you do that? I really don't understand you...who are you going to hold on to?" As soon as the voice fell, he signaled the medical staff to take her back to the ward.

Wang Tu only felt a desolate wind blowing through the corridor, and he realized that he really didn't understand women at all.

The evening breeze passed through the quiet corridor, gentle and slow, bringing a touch of coolness.

The crisp footsteps echoed in the corridor, approaching a ward step by step.A figure stood at the door, stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, turned it slightly, the door opened a crack, and looked inside, the black hair of the woman on the hospital bed.

Then the corner of the man's mouth curled slightly, he opened the door completely, and closed the door gently after entering.

Came to the bedside, looked at the woman's sleeping face carefully, took out a syringe filled with red liquid from her body, raised the woman's arm, aimed at the vein, and inserted it.

The unconscious woman seemed to be in pain, her brows were slightly frowned, and the red tube was injected into the woman's blood bit by bit.

Anya suddenly opened her eyes, straightened up and left the ward, only moved a little, she was a little out of breath, she raised her hand to support the wall, and approached Tang Song's room step by step.

Pushing open the door, there was only Tang and Song in the room. It turned out that the window was opened, the curtains were blown by the wind, and the sound of slapping the wall.

Anya stared at the window, walked over to close the window, and the ward became silent again.

In fact, every ward on this floor is quiet, so the slightest noise will make the patients restless.

But the silence at this moment is just right.

The sun was setting and there was only a little bit of afterglow left. The curtains in the ward were half-opened by Anya, causing her eyes to narrow slightly. The gentle light of the setting sun fell on Anya's face, smearing a faint rosy color on her bloodless face.

Turning around, she looked at the woman on the bed, her eyes were closed, her long black hair was spread out on the white pillow like seaweed, and the back of her hand rested casually on the sheet, making her look more delicate and white, with thin blue blood vessels faintly visible on it. The needle was inserted, white tape was wrapped, and a drip was hanging beside it.

Anya listened attentively to Tang Song's every breath, it was very smooth without any impurities, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up in peace of mind.

He took a chair casually and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

Anya just sat like this, looking at her quietly, seeing her again was enough for Anya.

Thinking of what Wang Tu said, she smiled slightly: "What a silly girl." Leaning forward slightly, she reached out and stroked the woman's long black hair, wrapping it gently.These soft strands of hair are like uncontrollable thoughts in my heart, the more they twist around, the more unruly they become.

"I wanted to stay away from you and quietly guard your life..." Anya frowned slightly, and sighed softly: "Sure enough...it's not easy to do."

Anya looked at the woman who was still sleeping in front of her, and recalled the tens of hours from before entering the tomb to leaving the tomb, the nostalgia and love for her made Anya realize what it means to be unable to extricate herself. When Tang Song was injured... The kind of pain that melted into the flesh and blood almost made her lose her mind and cut off the three-body fish. Now that she thinks about it, Anya feels a little scared.

Is it true that you can't control your "heart"?

Recalling Sang Xie's experience, he sighed helplessly.

Anya took Tang Song's hand, pressed it to her lips, cared gently, and said lightly: "You have always had more ideas than me, you can tell me, what should I do...how should I face you? Hmm ?”

The woman was still lying quietly on the bed without responding.

Anya lowered her eyebrows and chuckled.

"Thinking about it... facing me like this, it's a blessing not to scare you. Where did the idea come from? I'm really stupid!" After finishing speaking, Anya leaned over, leaned over, and caressed the woman's cheek with her soft lips. Forehead, then the tip of the nose, whispering softly, "As long as I protect you from getting hurt, you will be fine..."

Anya's lips finally moved down an inch, pressed against hers, and kissed her.

This was a kiss that lasted a second longer than a superficial kiss, but to Anya, it was extremely satisfying.The corners of Anya's mouth curled up slightly, and she was about to back away, when she suddenly held Tang Song's wrist, and was caught backwards.

Anya: "???"

Tang Song took Anya's hand and lifted it up, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he opened a corner of his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, I got caught..."