Intertwined Destinies of Bonds

Chapter 210: The Human Skin Mask and the Immortal Curse

A cold current surged through Nangongyu's blood vessels, freezing his limbs quickly as if looking for something, and finally condensed on the dark brown scar on his back, the shape of the scar was It changed rapidly, and gradually turned into a painfully distorted human face, like a hideous human skin mask tightly attached to Nangongyu's back.

Nangongyu's skin was blue and purple from the cold, her whole body was stiff, her breathing became weaker and her heartbeat began to slow down, and when she took his temperature, it dropped to below zero. Yuchigong held his cold hand and kept crying, Yuchirou After a few words of persuasion, he accidentally poked his sad spot, and he cried even more fiercely.

He didn't want to lose Nangongyu, let alone lose Nangongyu. He wanted him to be happy and to live well, instead of being tortured and unconscious in a hospital bed.

If he had listened to him at that time and walked with him, he might not have met his sister, and he would not have been injured, let alone such a situation.He always thinks too much and thinks too complicated, which will make things worse and worse. He wants to go back to a few hours ago, let go of those unnecessary worries and worries, and hold him tightly. hand, and he left Weiguo and returned to Xiuxinyuan.

However, it is impossible to turn back time. He could only cry and beg God to give him another chance, to give Nangongyu another chance, so that Nangongyu can wake up quickly, and he will tell him that he loves him and never again. Will say leave.

Yu Chirou looked at Yu Chigong who was crying and Nangongyu who was almost frozen into an ice sculpture, and said nothing with a sullen face.

The palm she gave him did have cold poison, but the cold poison could only temporarily paralyze people's nerves, and it was not so powerful. If it was said that his condition was caused by her blood, the eldest brother never When she was thrown out of the car, she also gave him a blood transfusion, and he didn't have any adverse reactions.

Not only can the wound heal itself in a short period of time, but it can also be frozen by its own body temperature. This person's physique is too strange.

Nangongyu's situation is not good, but the human skeleton in the frozen state is very fragile. The doctors did not perform CPR on him hastily, but quickly hung up an oxygen mask on him, and asked someone to bring an electric blanket and turn on it. The warm air of the air conditioner tried every means to raise his body temperature first.

In less than 10 minutes, the indoor temperature reached [-] degrees, and everyone in the operating room was sweating profusely, almost suffering from heat stroke.

Fortunately, everyone's efforts were not in vain. The temperature lasted for another half an hour. The frost on Nangongyu's eyebrows gradually disappeared, the body no longer felt cold, and the hot water bottle taken out of his quilt was no longer cold. There were ice shards, and his body temperature began to rise. Although he was still unconscious, his breathing began to deepen, and his heartbeat became stronger again.

Soon, Nangongyu's body temperature reached the normal value. The doctor performed a whole-body examination on him, and was surprised to find that the low body temperature just now did not cause any harm to his body, but a dark brown skin peeled off from his back. Things, soft and especially like the membrane inside the eggshell.

The old doctor picked it up with tweezers and put it on the tray to unfold it. Everyone was shocked. The thing turned out to be a hideous human skin mask with protruding eyes and fangs.

"Heh!" The old doctor raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion, and finally understood what happened to Nangong Yu, "I didn't expect such a thing to exist in this world."

Yu Chigong looked at the mask, for some reason, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, and this feeling of déjà vu made him extremely scared.

He retreated to the operating table, held Nangong Yu's hand tightly, looked at the thing in fear, and asked from a distance:

"Then, what is that?"

The old doctor asked someone to bring a sealed bag, put it away carefully, looked around the crowd mysteriously, and then glanced at the frosty Yuchi Rou and the nervous Yuchi Gong, and said slowly: "If I remember correctly In other words, this thing should be called the soul-absorbing curse, which is the most powerful and cruel kind of ancient witchcraft in the Xin Kingdom. Most of the people who have been hit by this kind of curse offended the priest who knew this kind of witchcraft in the previous life, and then Life after life has been carried on until the disappearance of the soul.

This kind of curse is generally used by the priests to burn the pre-made mask on the victim's face with divine fire. After the victim is put on this mask, he will show others this face for every lifetime, so he will be cursed for every lifetime. Treated as a monster, abandoned and persecuted by others, life is worse than death.

According to legend, this kind of curse was created by the god of fire with sky fire. Only the god of winter, who is in charge of ice and snow, can break it. But the god of winter is like her name, and even her heart is cold. She doesn't listen to mortals at all. Wishes, let alone be moved, even if they are really moved, the cursed people are just ordinary people, and they don't have such a strong will to bear the pain caused by her breaking the curse, so they can only repeat their own words again and again as they reincarnate. A tragedy that can never be redeemed.

The person on the hospital bed was really lucky among misfortunes. Not only did the Dementor Curse not fall on his face, he even got the help of the God of Winter, and used his strong will to get rid of the human skin mask. "

"Then you mean that the curse on Nangong Yu has been lifted?" Yu Chigong heard that the Dementor Curse was so powerful that he was so frightened that he couldn't feel well. back to him.

The old doctor smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, child, the Dementor Curse mainly relies on this mask to work. The moment the mask peeled off from him, he died like a parasite losing its host. If it doesn’t come to him, it won’t be reincarnated with him.”

"Doctor Hua, is there really a god in the world? You said that the person on the hospital bed got help from the God of Winter, where is the God of Winter? Why didn't we see it?" As soon as the old doctor finished speaking, a young doctor couldn't wait asked.

The old doctor nodded, his eyes fell on Yu Chirou for a moment, and he replied: "Yes, gods exist, and gods are great. They have done many things for us, but they don't want us to know their existence. We also don’t want us to worship them, and we don’t want their favor to be our burden. They just do what they should do and take it for granted. Although we can’t see them or notice them, sometimes they Live with us."

Yu Chirou was a little surprised by the old doctor's gaze, she didn't believe there was any god in the world, let alone why the old doctor looked at herself when he said those words.

However, she was really relieved that Nangong Yu survived, and she even had the idea of ​​thanking God. The elder brother's feelings for Nangong Yu are not as simple as she imagined, as long as Nangong Yu can treat her elder brother well , she will be the first to bless them.

Nearly half an hour later, Nangongyu's condition was basically stable, there was no more sharp drop in body temperature, and no other adverse reactions. The doctors pushed him out of the operating room and carried him to the bed in the ward. After giving Yu Chigong a few words, he left.After Yu Chirou gave Nangongyu blood transfusion, her face remained pale. After Yuchi persuaded her for a long time, she went to the lounge next door to rest, leaving only the two servants who had just rushed over to take care of her in the operating room.

Yu Chigong moved a stool and sat on the edge of the bed, took Nangong Yu's hand to observe his situation carefully, his hand had been holding him like this just now, now it was numb and itchy, as if frostbite was about to develop.

He took his hand out of Nangong Yu's hand, scratched it, and when he went to shake his hand again, he held it tightly instead.