Yokai Atlas Remake Project

"What?" Zhou Yan was taken aback.

Bu Heng tilted his head and glanced at him: "The ear is hurt too?"

"Are you not finished?" Zhou Yan's anger was aroused, and he pointed at Bu Heng's face.

Then he was grabbed by the wrist.

"It seems that I can still hear it," Bu Heng tore off the dirty rag, and couldn't help but let out a soft "tsk" when he saw the wound.

I don't know if the injury was serious in the first place, or because it was handled too hastily, the hideous wound was mottled with dried blood and green dregs that couldn't tell its original appearance.

It is really unsightly.

It made Yazi, who was originally ferocious, become a little pitiful for no reason.

"Let me see!" Zhou Qi leaned over, his messy hair drooped down, almost falling on the wound, "Healing is very slow!"

"Don't touch the wound." Bu Heng said with a frown.

Zhou Yan glanced at him, and pushed his obstructive head away with his other hand, trying to retract his arm, when he suddenly found that the little monster was staring at his wound with a dignified expression and a slight frown.

It seems to be struggling with how to deal with it.

Zhou Yan raised his arms and fell silent.

Although he has a bad temper, he will try his best to restrain himself when facing other people's kindness.

If someone was kind enough to change his medicine in the past, he would definitely say thank you whether he accepted it or not, and he would repay him twice in other places in the future, but this little monster is different from other good-hearted people. Talking calmly is a problem...

"You are..." Zhou Yan touched his nose, with an uncomfortable expression on his face, and glanced at the pile of things he put on the small table next to him, "Want to change my medicine?"

Buheng seemed to have considered it clearly, turned his head and picked up a bottle containing a transparent liquid from the small table beside him. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him, then looked back to check the label on the bottle, "Not necessarily, maybe it's for helping you Amputation."

Zhou Yan: "..."

This little monster just can't talk properly!

Bu Heng unscrewed the bottle cap, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and held a clean cotton ball with tweezers in his other hand: "Hold on."

These words sounded like a reminder, but there was no time for Zhou Yan to react. The liquid in the bottle surged out and poured unceremoniously on the wound.

"You... hiss!" Zhou Yan gasped, and slapped Bu Heng's hand, knocking the bottle flying in his hand.

The bottle fell to the ground, and the liquid inside spilled all over the floor, foaming white.

Zhou Xi lowered his head and found that the back of Buheng's hand was slightly red where he had slapped him, and he was still holding the cotton ball with his other hand, his face was a little dazed.

Zhou Xi cursed secretly in his heart.

"I didn't do it on purpose," the wound still had the burning sensation just now, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to ignore that feeling, "Sorry."

Bu Heng glanced at him, then lowered his head and gently wiped away what was attached to the wound with the liquid just now with a cotton ball.

"When the hydrogen peroxide is used to clean the wound, there will be a burning sensation." He turned back and took another similar bottle. "Now the hydrogen peroxide must be washed away."

He glanced at Zhou Yan's face, "Say it again, hold on."

Zhou Ling didn't answer, he raised his left arm up, and stretched it directly in front of Bu Heng's eyes, and quietly pinched the corner of his clothes with his other hand behind his back.

Bu Heng took this subtle action into his eyes, and the movements of his hands naturally slowed down.

The follow-up cleaning and disinfection steps went smoothly, except that Tangli touched two pieces of spirit grass, and it was suggested that Bu Heng chew them up and apply them on the wound.

Bu Heng also finally understood what the previously unknown green dregs were, and frowning firmly rejected Tangli - despite the other party's repeated assurances that spirit grass has miraculous effects on healing wounds.

He wrapped up the wound carefully with gauze and tied it neatly.

"Understood?" Bu Heng twisted the knot, turned around and put the things on the table into the medicine box, pointed at Zhou Xi's feet, "You can also tie shoelaces like this."

Zhou Xi was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at the sneakers on his feet that he had spent a lot of effort to tie firmly. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly mentioned this.

"Take this." Bu Heng held a piece of medicine in his palm, "Anti-inflammatory medicine."

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to pinch the small pill, and his fingertips ran across Bu Heng's palm, it was slightly hot and itchy.

Bu Heng raised his head subconsciously, and found that Zhou Yan lowered his eyelids, and his slightly long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

Although I don't know whether Yazi's real body is more like a dragon or a jackal, but his appearance is very similar to his mother, especially his eyes, which can be a little gentle when restraining his violent emotions. There is also a tranquility that is usually undetectable.

It's still pretty.

After Bu Heng was dazed, he thought of pouring water, and turned around to find that Zhou Yan had swallowed the pills dryly, and they fell silent when they met each other.

Zhou Yan didn't understand the surprise in Bu Heng's eyes, licked his dry lips, and said dryly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Bu Heng pointed to the hydrogen peroxide that had just been spilled on the ground, "Clean it up."

Just say why you didn't care about it just now.

"……Row."

Zhou Xi bent down and picked up the empty bottle first, then waved his hand, and the water stains disappeared.

I don't know what kind of magic he used, the cleaned floor is as clean as new, as if it has been waxed, it has an unprecedented luster.

After Bu Heng saw it, he even took a better look at Zhou Yan.

"Drink water?" Seeing the other party's almost chapped lips, he suddenly said.

"Okay!" Before Zhou Yan could speak, Zhou Qi hurriedly said, "It would be even better if there is something to eat."

Bu Heng glanced at him, and for Tangli's sake, he tolerated the appearance of his dirty clothes in his room, then turned and went to the kitchen.

Seeing that the little monster really did what he did, Zhou Xi glared at Zhou Qi: "Give me back the short sword, and then it will be separated."

After hearing this, Tangli poked Zhou Qi's head with a branch, and asked in a low voice, "Did you really sell Yazi's sword?"

"Of course not," Zhou Qi scratched the tender green leaves on the branches, "It can't be sold."

Zhou Xi took a deep breath: "You..."

"Don't get angry," Zhou Qi said, "I originally planned to go back and get it after seeing Tangli, but there are other things right now?"

Zhou Xi felt that he was looking for an excuse to procrastinate, and asked in a bad tone: "What can you do?"

Zhou Qi laughed, touched the wound that Zhou Yan had just wrapped up, and quickly stopped before he got impatient: "You don't want to know who did it?"

"You know?" Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know," Zhou Qicai added seeing the change in the other party's expression, "That's why we need to investigate."

"Catching the murderer is the job of the Elders' Council." The other party's attitude of being an old god made Zhou Xi very unhappy, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "You can't protect yourself, so don't try to get involved in these things."

"The Council of Elders?" Zhou Qi sneered, "A monster who can hurt you into such a monster must be at least a thousand years old. How many monsters are over a thousand years old in this world, and how many of them are in the Council of Elders? In case of any coincidence, It was something like this done by a certain member of the Elders’ Council, you said, when will this murderer be caught?”

Thinking of the tracking technique used on Kui Niu, Zhou Yan did not refute.

"A few days ago, a bear demon subordinate to the Elders Council died in Lutai Mountain," he said suddenly after pondering for a while, "while he was still alive, his flesh was cut by sharp claws, and his heart was directly taken away."

Zhou Qi's dirty face showed a great contrast of solemnity. He stared at the wound on Zhou Xi's arm, as if he wanted to take off the gauze and take a closer look. It took a long time before he answered, "Then?"

"I compared the wounds, and they were done by the same person," Zhou Xi said, "And, on the day the Xiong Yao died, Kui Niu happened to be in Lutai Mountain."

"So... it is very likely that the murderer's target was Kui Niu in the first place, but he lost his track for some reason, and happened to run into that unlucky bear demon. I don't know if it was to silence him or for some other reason. He became a scapegoat..." Zhou Qi was thinking, and suddenly turned to Tangli, "Kui Niu also came to look for you that day?"

"Yes." Tangli, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, replied hastily.

"That's it..." Zhou Qi smiled softly, "There is an enchantment I set up around Tangli, and Kui Niu will be hidden from his evil spirit when he is around him."

"But when I was hunted down this morning, he was by my side..."

Before Tangli finished speaking, Zhou Yan shook his head lightly: "Kui Niu has been cast with a tracking technique."

It was after being taken away from Lutai Mountain that time.

"That's right," Zhou Qi lowered his eyes, he didn't know what to think, and asked after a while, "Where did Kui Niu hide?"

Zhou Yan frowned slightly: "The elders will."

Zhou Qi shook his head lightly and didn't speak any more.

The door opened from the outside with a creak, and Bu Heng came in with two bowls of noodles and put them on the small table by the window: "Eat, I'm going to rest after eating."

The implication is to see off guests.

Zhou Qi responded with a smile: "It's easy to talk, we'll leave after eating."

After finishing speaking, you are not polite, just picked up a bowl and ate it.

Zhou Yan looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, but didn't move immediately, instead he glanced at Bu Heng's face.

For so many years, except Tangli, who shared two fruits, no other monsters have given him food.

This little monster...

Sometimes every penny counts, and you don't want to take a loss.

But it is also very principled, discussing the matter as it stands, and the previous grievances will not be accumulated until the next time after they are resolved.

Unless, of course, you provoke him again next time.

Seeing that Zhou Yan didn't respond but glanced at himself, Bu Heng tilted his head: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Yan paused and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Then he picked up the chopsticks and buried himself in eating.

This is the second time Zhou Yan thanked himself today, and Bu Heng was very calm and even used to it.

He told Lang Junjun before that Zhou Xi had a bad temper but acted with principles, and today he confirmed this.

If you make a mistake, you will apologize, and if you get help, you will thank you, even if you have had conflicts with the other party before.

Zhou Xi ate quickly, but was very quiet. It took only 2 minutes for a large bowl of noodles to drink up the soup, and he was not seen wolfing it down. It was in stark contrast to Zhou Qi who was next to him whose head almost fell into the noodle bowl. contrast.

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and when he met Shang Buheng's scrutinizing gaze, he thought of something, and waved his hand lightly, the used bowls and chopsticks became clean, without even a trace of water stains.

Bu Heng wanted to ask him what kind of spell he was using.

Zhou Qi also put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his lips casually, and nodded towards Bu Heng: "Thank you."

"No need." Bu Heng glanced at the door.

"We have other things to do, Tangli still has to be entrusted to you." Zhou Qi said, scratching the leaves of Tangli, "I put a new enchantment on him, as long as you don't want to, other monsters would not have discovered his existence."

"Okay." Bu Heng replied, "No."

Zhou Qi laughed: "You really are..."

He waved to Tangli: "Then I'm leaving, and I'll come see you later."

"Wait a minute," Zhou Xi, who had been silent all this time, interrupted his farewell, pointed at the bowls and chopsticks he had put down just now, "clean up."

Zhou Qi: "...OK."

The author has something to say: the power of the unit is cut off, and the mobile phone sent it. Some formats may be wrong, so I will fix it later.