After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"I'm not injured." Song Shu glanced at him, his face turned pale, "It's you..."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he closed his eyes and did not continue.

He didn't say anything, but Master Song was suddenly blessed, "Are you scared?"

Song Shu endured and endured, but still couldn't help but raised his eyelids wearily: "Can you stop being so impulsive every time, do you know that if the knife just cut off..."

"I'm not impulsive." Master Song was silent for a while, then took his hand and said, "I just followed my instinct."

Song Shu's heartbeat stopped suddenly.

Master Song stroked his jade-like fingers and sighed: "You also know how dangerous that knife is. If I can't hold it, can you hold it?"

Song Shu seemed to understand what he had said: Rather than letting you take this kind of risk, I want me to come.

The two were silent for a moment.

Master Song accidentally said what was in his heart. When he came back to his senses, he felt that his brain had made a mess, and he was extremely awkward. Lin?"

There was a moment of silence in the carriage before Song Shu's echo sounded: "Your wrist is injured, hurry up and stay in the city for one night, and then go to a doctor's clinic tomorrow morning."

"Wu Lin still has to go... We can't catch the saint to testify, so we can only look for physical evidence, the next best thing."

Master Song understood what he meant.

The saint appeared alone in this kind of place. Although she was not with the envoys of Southern Xinjiang, it did not mean that the envoys of Southern Xinjiang did not know about it.

Maybe they even deliberately divided into two groups, one group poisoned along the way, and the other group concealed people's eyes and ears.

The carriage bumped forward, stepping on the flying dust and full moonlight, heading into the spooky night.

On the way to Wulin, I didn’t encounter any dangers. It’s just that Master Song’s wounds were seen by doctors along the way, and they all said that the toxins were not cleared, but they couldn’t find a way to treat them, so there was nothing they could do.

Their original plan was to go to Wulin, but as two days passed, they still couldn't find a way to cure the poison on Master Song's wrist. Master Song had nothing to do, but Shu Shu became more and more anxious.

The day before arriving in Wulin, Song Shu finally couldn't hold back after calling a famous doctor again but the other party still said that he could not treat him. He was silent for a long time, and mentioned to Master Song, "Go back."

Master Song sent the doctor away and came back, just as he closed the door of the inn when he heard his words, he said in astonishment, "Xiaoshu? What are you kidding?"

Song Shu endured the anxiety in his heart and said: "The poison in your hand can't be delayed any longer. No one outside the capital can cure it. What about in the capital? There are so many imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital, and there will always be someone who can cure it, but if it continues, who will be cured?" Do you know when it will be poisoned?"

He paused and calmed down his tone: "If you die on the road, I won't collect your body."

"This is a wound caused by the Gu worms of the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang, of course it won't be healed so easily," Master Song felt helpless and funny, he walked over and sat opposite Song Shu, "We are all outside Wulin City, It’s too late to go back now, if it’s really hopeless, if you stay here, you might be able to find the antidote to the Gu poison to save more people, and it’s a worthy death..."

Master Song paused for a moment, and said: "The poison of the epidemic is different from my poison. The outbreak of the epidemic occurs within a day, and I am still safe and sound for so many days. If I am lucky, I may be able to send envoys in southern Xinjiang. I have the antidote in hand."

Song Shu lowered his eyes, glanced at him sideways, and said nothing.

Needless to say, Master Song also felt that he was whimsical, how could it be that he happened to be so lucky?

But in any case, Song Shu calmed down and acquiesced to his statement. After all, it is not easy to come to Wulin. Six days to start again——

This is the news they inquired when they came. They calculated that they would definitely reach Wulin within a few days, so they came here.

Now there is only such a little way, and it is impossible to rush back because of this unknown danger before getting the desired result.

It's not fair to everyone in their world.

Seeing this, Master Song felt relieved, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't worry, go to the Tanyi House tomorrow, and I promise you, if you can't find any clues, you will return immediately."

Song Shu looked at the sky and clouds outside the window, and nodded after a long time: "Proceed with caution."

He sighed softly, and whispered: "These days, I've been thinking about what Master Wumin said about the bloody disaster... What exactly is it referring to?"

Is it the toxin that has not been cleared from Master Song's hands, or is it a more dangerous path ahead?

He was uneasy.

Song Shu didn't have a clue, but Song Master did.

When he went out the next day, Jing Xiu escorted him out of the inn—out of the four, they were the only two with some strength. Jing Xiu had to stay when Master Song left.

From an angle that no one else could see, Master Song stuffed a note into his hand.

Jing Xiu watched him leave, then turned around with the sword in his arms, and went upstairs again, his face was expressionless the whole time, the note in his hand was always held by his fingers without showing the slightest trace.

It wasn't until he entered the guest room that he touched it out and opened it to take a look.

……

The note that Master Song gave Jing Xiu did not write anything, he just told Jing Xiu that someone has been following and monitoring them these days, and asked him to be careful not to reveal too many things that cannot be said, and...be careful Song Shu.

The stalker was not skilled in techniques, and his martial arts were inferior to Master Song's, so Jing Xiu would not be at a disadvantage if he faced him. Master Song had discovered that the other party was following them very early, but he kept his face, because the other party never showed any intention intent to attack.

He wanted to see what the man was going to do.

He didn't tell Song Shu that someone was following him because he sensed that that person was following him very closely, and it was impossible for him and Song Shu to "whisper" every day, so in order to find out the person's background, he chose to hide it for the time being. Song Shu performance has always been as usual.

Master Song actually suspected that this person was sent by the saintess of Southern Xinjiang, because he only found out that this person followed him on the night he left the inn.

But he has no proof.

Like Song Shu, his right eyelid twitched wildly these days, and the shadow of anxiety in his heart became more and more serious, so that he also began to worry about gains and losses.

Although he left the inn, Master Song didn't intend to leave immediately, because he was worried about the stalker going back to attack Song Shu, so he walked along the street, distractedly paying attention to the other party's movements.

Unexpectedly, the other party chose to follow him.

Master Song was relieved by this result, but at the same time felt puzzled again:

What on earth is this man going to do?

Master Song hesitated for a moment, and chose to follow the original plan to go to the posthouse of the envoys in southern Xinjiang.

If you don't go now suddenly, it will arouse the suspicion of the other party.

After half a stick of incense, Master Song easily climbed over the wall of the post house, used his strength to hide his whereabouts on the branch of a tree, escaped the patrolling guards, and went deeper into the post house.

Unfortunately, he turned around but couldn't find any clues in the post house.

The last place Master Song searched was a study.

He actually sensed that something was wrong. Although he deliberately avoided the southern border envoys, how could his search process be so smooth?

After stepping into the study, because he noticed that the stalker was still following in the dark, and suspected that Ling Jiu had sent him to monitor him, he had to be on guard at all times if the evidence was found and the other party would suddenly show up and hurt someone, so he reluctantly settled down. I lost my mind.

This study looks very ordinary, and there is still no trace of anything, but there are guards patrolling outside the door, but there is no sign of anyone coming here.

Master Song knew that some people like to set up darkrooms in their study rooms. The darkrooms of rich and powerful families are treasure pavilions, and the darkrooms of powerful families may hold great secrets... while ordinary people or this kind of post house, the darkrooms set up in the study rooms The darkroom is basically filled with books for people to read.

Master Song thought for a while, but still groped for the grid of the darkroom switch, paused calmly, and then turned it on.

The bookcase rang softly, and slowly opened to both sides, revealing a dark underground passage.

A smell of tide that never sees the sun hits the nostrils.

Master Song was tense. The moment he stepped into the basement door, he was keenly aware of the sudden sound of the wind behind his head. When he turned his head, the door of the dark room was closed with a bang.

The light is cut off, and the empty room can't be seen. This kind of space is the easiest to make people feel frightened.

Master Song heard rustling sounds coming from around him... A cool breath gradually crawled from the tailbone to the spine.

It doesn't matter that the basement door is closed, there is always a way out, but the important thing is... the people who followed him also followed in.

In this appalling silence, he touched the wall lamp on the wall, and lit it on fire, and the jumping flames instantly illuminated the entire space.

Master Song's feet were densely packed, full of poisonous snakes, rats and scorpions that were just about to move.

……

In the inn, Zhang Wu stood in front of Song Shu's door, holding the dishes he had just received from the second-hand shop in his hand, and hesitantly looked at Jing Xiu next to him with a bitter face.

Jing Xiu leaned against the wall, raised his chin coldly, and motioned for him to knock on the door and enter.

Zhang Wu took a deep breath.

After two soft "dong dong" sounds, there was a "squeak", and the door was pushed open.

"Second Young Master, Xiao Er has brought some food, do you want some?"

Song Shu, who was sitting by the window, didn't look back, still looking at the endless stream of people outside the window, said softly, "I'm not hungry yet."

"My lord, you have been sitting here for a whole day." Zhang Wu put down the plate and said with a sad face, "My lord is very skilled in martial arts, so nothing will happen to you, but you have to eat—"

Song Shu silently looked at the busy traffic at the bottom of the building, seeing that the sky had darkened, he did not admit that he was worried about Master Song, nor did he deny it.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to rub the center of his brows, his brows and eyes were full of exhaustion: "...Maybe I shouldn't come here this time."

Zhang Wu was puzzled: "Young Master, why do you say that?"

Song Shu lowered his head, tapped the table with his pale fingers, and didn't answer his question, but only gestured: "Go back, I'm fine, put the food here, I'll use it later."

Zhang Wu hesitated and got up to leave. After closing the wooden door, he shook his head at Jing Xiu, who was guarding the door: "Master, this is really worrying."

"It's nothing." Jing Xiu patted him on the shoulder. "If the Eldest Young Master doesn't come back tonight, I'll guard it. If there's someone else's breath in the house, I won't be able to avoid it... The Second Young Master is a sensible person, he won't let you go." What happened to yourself."

But if something happened to Master Song, Song Shu would definitely not be so calm.

It was rare for Jing Xiu to talk so much, he paused, and then continued: "Young Master left a letter with me, if you still can't wait for him at noon tomorrow, let me take Second Young Master back by force."