Death Spell

Chapter 69

"It's not serious!" Tang Song pursed her lips and turned her head to the side. It was okay that the room was dark just now, but now it's so bright, she really didn't know how to face this thick-skinned woman.

Anya frowned slightly, leaned close to Tang Song's cheek, and said, "I can be more serious, are you afraid?"

Tang Song: "..."

The knock on the door interrupted everything. Anya straightened up immediately, and sat on the edge of the bed. The eyes of the two fell on the door tacitly.

It's the nurse, it's almost time for the IV drip, and she's here to pull out the needle.

Seeing the nurse coming, Anya stood up and moved out of the way. The nurse was removing the medical tape on Tang Song's hand and was about to pull out the needle. Anya asked, "When will the blood drawing report be out?"

"Huh?" The nurse looked up, pondered for a while, and responded, "I didn't arrange for Miss Tang to draw blood."

Now that they heard the nurse's affirmative answer, both of them fell silent, and the nurse said again: "Or are you asking about Miss Le's blood test report? Tomorrow will be the soonest."

"Understood, thank you." Anya's expression didn't fluctuate, and she said, "Where can I buy porridge?"

The nurse pulled out the needle, pressed the back of Tang Song's hand with a cotton swab to stop the bleeding, and then said: "The hospital provides porridge, but Miss Le just explained that I invited the master to cook dinner, and I can get the food in a while."

Tang Song also straightened up when he heard this, brushed his long hair back with his left hand, took the cotton swab and said, "I'll do it myself, thank you."

The nurse shook her head to indicate that it was all right, packed up her things, opened the door and left.

I saw Anya sitting on the edge of the bed, covering Tang Song with a thin quilt, and said with a smile, "You take a rest first, I'll go and see Wen Yao, and then I'll get you dinner. If you're fine, you can go back to City S tomorrow." .”

Tang Song pressed the cotton swab, turned his face sideways, frowned and said, "Aren't you coming with me?"

Anya lowered her eyebrows, nodded and said, "I want to go back to the tomb again..."

Tang Song's voice was slightly puzzled: "Go back? Why?"

"I want to bring back a person." Anya lowered her eyes: "... To be precise, it's not a person."

Tang Song was silent, her first reaction was the zombie, and she knew that Anya hadn't finished speaking.

"I can't explain this matter clearly now. After everything is arranged, I will go to you and explain to you one by one." The smile on Anya's lips was ethereal, a little elusive: "I'm afraid you will hear will be afraid."

Tang Song looked at Anya quietly, and smiled, "Should I believe you?"

Anya gave a puzzled "Huh?"

Tang Song said calmly: "You always want me to believe you, but you always hide so many secrets and have such a thick skin. I really don't know whether to believe you or not."

Hearing this, Anya smiled, and said helplessly, "Sometimes, it's okay if you don't believe me."

Tang Song was stunned. Compared with these, she preferred Anya to ask her to believe her. It seemed that only in this way would Anya come back safely.As if I never said, I believe you.

Never! ?

Tang Song didn't understand why he had this idea.

I don't know when the "letter" started, and it seems to have become a relationship with each other.

A relationship that is more precious than any language.

Just thinking about Tang Song's expression suddenly softened, sighed, and said: "I'd better not believe you, one day you really want to tell me something, I will listen to it... Believe it or not, it's up to you Nothing to do."

When Anya heard Tang Song's words, she was stunned for a moment. The elegant and exquisite woman was close at hand, and Anya leaned forward slightly...

Feeling the woman's breath, as soft as a flower petal, she murmured: "Then, don't believe it..."

Every time I get close to her, I feel like I am possessed by a demon.Now there is still the taste she left behind on her lips, as long as you experience this taste once, you want the second time, the third time...

countless times.

Anya felt that she was going crazy, and even had the urge to smash the woman in front of her.

Just when the tip of the nose touched the tip of the nose, and they were just a step away from kissing, Tang Song's two fingers stuck to Anya's thin lips, separated each other, and said with a smile: "Anya...you come here, what are you going to do?"

Anya frowned, looked at Tang Song in front of her, moved her hand away from the middle, her lips slid across her lips, pecked Tang Song's cheek lightly, and whispered: "I'll give it to you." You take the porridge and wait for me." After speaking, Anya stood up, opened the door and walked out.

Tang Song watched her leave from the hospital bed, frowned slightly, and sighed wistfully. At that moment, she saw a touch of dark blue in Anya's eyes.

Anya, who was standing at the door, leaned on her chest, panting heavily, with a layer of sweat dripping from her forehead, she returned to her ward immediately, took out the necklace she hadn't worn since entering the tomb from her backpack, and stared at it. Looking at the red color in the crystal bottle, Anya opened her mouth, then clenched her teeth, held the crystal bottle tightly in her hand, threw it back into the backpack, and pulled the backpack tightly.

The whole person took a few steps back in a panic, and didn't stop until he hit the bed behind him.

She can't do this, can't...

Tang Song's blood is like a drug to her, a momentary slack will make her completely lose her mind...

But Anya deeply felt the changes in her body, the tip of her tongue lightly added, the gradually elongated fangs, and her eyes swept around, Anya could feel every flesh and blood person in this building...

The doctors and nurses talking and laughing downstairs, the blood in the operating room, the people in the elevator who were about to be admitted to the hospital, the wounds cleaned in the emergency room, and...the heartbeat of each of them was an invisible torture to Anya.

Anya covered her ears with her hands, closed her eyes tightly, huddled her body in a corner, pursed her lips and tried her best to endure this suffering.

Anya thought in her heart, just make it through.

I have survived so many years, survived...

But this time the desire was stronger than before, Anya could feel her reason being swallowed up little by little.

Opening his eyes, those dark blue eyes looked at the gray sky outside the window, and Anya's figure disappeared into the ward.

……

The waiting time was always long. Tang and Song were in good condition without the infusion, but I didn't expect Anya to take so long.

Could it be in Le Wenyao's room?

Just thinking about it, Tang Song casually put on a piece of clothing and left.

After inquiring, I found out that Le Wenyao's room was on the opposite side. After knocking three times, I opened the door and found that the room was twice as big as hers. It was decorated like a five-star hotel, with all the facilities inside. The TV was on, and various magazines and tablet computers were randomly placed on the bed, but Le Wenyao was nowhere to be seen.

Did you go to dinner with Anya?

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the sound of water flushing in the bathroom. Tang Song turned around and looked at the person who opened the door.

"Huh? Sister forensic doctor, are you awake?" Le Wenyao let go of her white hair, wiped her hands with a tissue, and asked concerned.

"Well, how are you? I heard that you are seriously injured." Tang Song stood still and asked.

"It's just a little internal bleeding. It's nothing serious. I don't know how good my health is..." Le Wenyao helped Tang Song move a chair, motioned Tang Song to sit down, and asked, "Where is the witch?"

Tang Song was about to ask, but after hearing what Le Wenyao said, he immediately asked, "Didn't she come to see you?"

Le Wenyao blinked and shook her head: "No, I'm almost bored to death. I thought you were all resting, so I didn't bother you, and the sorceress woke up too? I feel that among the three of us, the sorceress is in the worst health. Don't you see me?" Her usual strong appearance is deceiving."

Tang Song looked at Le Wenyao puzzled.

Le Wenyao told Tang Song all about the scene she saw, and sighed: "I was terrified at the time, how can someone spit out black blood? I just asked the doctor, and the doctor's answer was either it was Chinese or not." Poisoned, or there is a problem with the hematopoietic function."

"Spit... black blood?" Tang Song couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, I wanted to find a doctor to give the witch a good examination, but Wang Tu said no, saying that the witch has a special constitution, and seeing a doctor will not get better, but you said that the witch woke up, maybe she really has a special constitution... Le Wenyao sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up an apple, and said, "Sister forensic doctor, do you want an apple? I'll help you peel one."

How could Tang and Song have the heart to eat apples now, she was a little worried about Anya, thinking about what Anya said, and sighed helplessly: "By the way, Anya wants us to go back to City S tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Then I'll arrange it strictly." After peeling the apple, Le Wenyao remembered something again: "By the way, sister of the forensic doctor, I just looked at the memory card in the camera, and the one that was given to me by that annoying man. In the recorded video, I can be sure that the road they walked is the same road, and there are photos of several people in the photo, including your fiancé."

Tang Song was stunned, she almost forgot the purpose of coming here.

Le Wenyao acted as if she understood. After all, she was her fiancé, and she must have a good relationship, otherwise she wouldn't have risked her life to come here to find his body. Seeing him again after many years would definitely make her feel uncomfortable.

Le Wenyao first handed the apple to Tang Song, took out a tablet computer and showed her the photos and video comparison charts, and said: "I was really bored just now, so I did a basic picture analysis, from the pictures and texts on the back wall , it can be seen that they are walking through a tomb passage."

Tang Song looked at it seriously, looking at the scene on the computer, as if he had returned to that tomb again.

"I have written down the model of that camera. It is indeed a new model released two years ago, and the archaeological camera is different from others, so... it will be clear after a search. In addition, there is one point that I am a little puzzled about."

Tang Song was fascinated, and when he heard Le Wenyao's words, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh?"

Seeing that Tang Song didn't intend to eat the apple, Le Wenyao took the computer and the apple in Tang Song's hand, put the apple in his mouth and took a crisp bite, pressing his slender fingers flexibly on the tablet, saying: " Listen here...their conversation." While speaking, he pressed the play button.

"...Second brother, is that kid's words trustworthy?" The voice sounded like a tube.

"He is the heir of one of the three major families, and he can afford the money, so it is naturally credible. What's more, he said that he only needs the gold box, and the rest is not. The price he paid this trip is so high, how many lives will be lost? What's the problem..." As soon as the second brother finished speaking, Le Wenyao stopped playing again, chewing on an apple, and said seriously: "He actually mentioned the heir of one of the three major families, who could it be?"

Tang Song was silent for a long time, thinking about Anya's fortune-telling to Wu Wenhao, and the people involved in this matter, just thinking about it, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart, and he looked at Le Wenyao: "What do you mean? Yes... not only is Wen Hao not dead, but what else is he hiding?"