The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Madam, please slow down, it's the same when I bring someone up to show you." Feng Shan hurriedly followed Wang Luan, for fear that he would accidentally fall.

"I'm worried about this..." Wang Luan frowned slightly, the crimson ring between his fingers just reflected the autumn light from the window, and he muttered: "It's better to go down and have a look."

"Then you have to be more careful," Fengshan knew he couldn't persuade him, so he quickly took a thick sweater from the servant next to him, and persuaded him to put it on: "It's been so easy to cough recently. If the wind blows again, the second young master might drive me to dig coal on the north slope when he comes back!"

"Okay, I'll just wear it." Wang Luan smiled helplessly, and let Feng Shan put on the sweater for him.

However, as Feng Shan said, since Canary left him, Wang Luan obviously felt that his heart and lung diseases and the injuries on his legs had all healed up a lot.

He gathered the collar of his sweater, lowered his eyes while coughing lightly—maybe, there will be a day of recovery?

The small western-style building on the second floor is not high. While Fengshan was chattering, Wang Luan had already walked down the stairs and came to the courtyard.

The cars sent by Qi Mojun were lined up one by one and parked under the fallen fir tree. When a secretary-like man saw him coming, he hurried up to him with a folder in his hand, and greeted him very humbly and politely: " You are Mr. Wang, right, the Eldest Young Master asked me to send someone to the Second Young Master, how do you think about it?"

Wang Luan looked into those cars through the car window, and couldn't make up his mind for a while, so he asked the man, "How many people are there in total? Is there a name?"

"Yes, everything is ready," the secretary was quick to handle the matter, and immediately took out a few sheets of paper from the file bag, which recorded the situation of these people very concisely: "Look, there are 13 people in total. But things are not going well…”

Wang Luan looked at the list in his hand, but his brows gradually frowned. The names of these thirteen people were the same as his in the past, they were all called by numbers, and the order was relatively backward, even to the seventies...

Even knowing what Wang Mingsheng did back then, Wang Luan was a little amazed that he had raised so many people.

But the information he saw afterwards made his heart feel heavier, and he even felt a little depressed and out of breath.These people's bodies are in an extremely weak state, and most of them are seriously ill, and the reason for their weakness is the perennial parasitism of holding demons!

Qi Mojun marked out in detail that the number of monsters parasitized on their bodies was at least two, and as many as seven—Wang Luan couldn't imagine what method Wang Mingsheng used to break through the limit of the number of monsters. Restrict, let them parasitize on the body of the same person.

He couldn't even imagine how these people who had the same background and similar growth experience as him were locked in the dark basement and tortured every day.

Wang Luan's hand holding the paper trembled a little, but he still forced himself to read on, and it was at the back that he found another surprise.

"Eyes?" Wang Luan murmured in a low voice, his eyes became more serious, he restrained himself and tried his best not to recall the bloody old days five years ago.

All of these people had their eyes gouged out, some had one, and some had both eyes gouged out.

"Don't worry, I won't take Qi Chensheng's life."

"I just want one thing, I want you to gouge out his eyes for me..."

Wang Mingsheng's voice lingered in Wang Luan's ears like a ghost. Holding the paper, Wang Luan kept saying to himself, everything is over, everything is over, Wang Mingsheng is dead...he is dead, Not a drop of blood, not a piece of flesh left.

But even so, the question that had troubled him for a long time resurfaced.

If it is said that Wang Mingsheng relied on him to embezzle Shen Sheng's property, it was just for money.Then, why did he ask him to goug out Shen Sheng's eyes?

This incident puzzled Wang Luan back then. At that time, he didn't know about holding a demon, but he just had a feeling that if he really made a move, he might cause no less harm to Qi Chensheng. So he killed him.

So even though he was on the verge of collapse, Wang Luan still figured out a way to secretly ask someone to buy a wild dog's eyes, and under heavy surveillance, he intentionally scratched Qi Chensheng's eyes.

The profuse bleeding from the wound and the wild dog's eyes lucky enough to have fooled Wang Mingsheng at the time, and allowed Wang Luan to take advantage of his negligence and fight back with all his might...

But after so many years, Wang Luan still couldn't figure out even if he knew about the existence of Zhiyao. Why did Wang Mingsheng have to dig out Qi Chensheng's eyes?

And now, why did he get eyeballs from these people surnamed Wang whom he raised with his own hands?

On the contrary, these doubts made Wang Luan gradually calm down. He could feel that the answer to this question might be related to a very important matter, something they had to solve.

After readjusting his mood, Wang Luan continued to look at the paper in his hand, hoping to find more clues from it.

But obviously due to limited time, Qi Mojun simply recorded the superficial situation of these people, and more things need to be investigated by themselves.

Wang Luan looked back at a few more, and kept sighing, these people have been parasitized by the holding demon for too long, even if they have cut off contact now, I am afraid there is not much time left.

At this moment, his hand suddenly stopped. On the last page, the record was the oldest among these people, and the number in his name was also the highest.

Twelve...Wang Twelve...

"Where is this person now?!" Wang Luan raised his head suddenly, grabbed the secretary and asked anxiously.

The secretary was obviously taken aback, and Feng Shan, who was beside him, also became nervous. Fortunately, it was the person sent by Qi Mojun, who quickly realized it, pointed to one of the cars and said, "It's right here, Mr. Wang What's wrong?"

Wang Luan didn't answer his words, he only felt the pain on his knee that was almost healed, and every step he took was extremely heavy.

Wang Twelve, the boy in my memory who was once close to his age and was assigned to live in the same courtyard, the kid who was always lingering around him, asking questions with big eyes blinking——

Wang Luan's hand rested on the car door, but he couldn't press it down for a long time. Through the transparent glass window, he hardly dared to look at the tragic scene inside.

Wrapped in a thick blanket, Wang Twelve quietly curled up on the back seat.His eyes were sunken, his face was gray with death, and he could barely see the rise and fall of his breathing.

"Ma'am, what's wrong with you?" Feng Shan on the side sensed that he was wrong, and rushed forward, but Wang Luan just shook his head, swallowed the choking in his throat, took a deep breath, and finally opened the door. door.

Wang Twelve seemed to have heard something that opened the door, but he just flinched again until Wang Luan spoke very softly and gently: "Twelve, Twelve, can you tell who I am?"

Wang Twelve stayed in the car for a long time, as if he didn't respond.

Wang Luan couldn't bear it any longer, bit his lips hard, forced to call him again, but saw Wang Twelve slowly sticking his head in his direction, with a hoarse voice, struggling to He said eagerly, "Ah... Ah Jiu?"

Seeing this, Wang Luan immediately nodded excitedly, thinking that Wang Twelve could no longer see him, so he choked up and said, "It's me! It's me!"

After Wang Twelve heard his answer, the last vitality seemed to burst out from his depleted body. He struggled and stretched out his hands: "Ah Jiu! It's really you, and you are still alive!"

"Yes, I'm still alive," Wang Luan held Wang Twelve's hand, making him feel his presence, and kept saying, "I'm fine...you're fine too, Wang Mingsheng is dead , completely dead!"

"You'll be fine in the future."

"He's really dead..." Wang Twelve wanted to hold on to Wang Luan's hand, but gradually lost his strength, and muttered in his mouth: "He's really dead. They said they guessed he was dead, but I still don't believe it." ...But Ah Jiu, you said that... I can finally believe it."

"Just believe me. It's really all right now. You just need to rest here with me." Wang Luan continued to comfort him patiently, but seeing that Wang Twelve's condition was really bad, he immediately asked Feng Shan to take care of him. He was carried to the guest room without hesitation, and the rest of the people surnamed Wang settled down.

It took a long time to call for a doctor and arrange a place to live. Wang Luan's body, which had just seen improvement, couldn't hold it anymore. He was suppressed coughing and panting, and leaned heavily on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. past.

This frightened Fengshan, and hurriedly greeted him to make medicine for Wang Luan, but when he turned around, he saw that his second young master had returned.

Qi Chensheng knew that when Qi Mojun brought back those people surnamed Wang found in the basement of the church, he always felt a little worried, so he hurried back, but unexpectedly the situation was more serious than he thought.

With a gloomy face, he glanced at Feng Shan who was shrunk beside him, and no matter how frightened the child was, he just walked towards Wang Luan with big strides.

Wang Luan didn't really fall asleep, he also heard Qi Chensheng's footsteps in a daze, feeling a little apologetic, he couldn't help opening his eyes, and he saw Qi Chensheng's stern look.

Simply, now that he has no fear, he clearly knows that what the other party needs most at this moment is his comfort.

So despite the difficulties, Wang Luan still stretched out his hands to Qi Chensheng, as if begging him for a hug, with a faint smile: "Shen Sheng, you are back."

The anger that was full of heart turned into ashes in an instant, and drifted away.

Facing Wang Luan like this, Qi Chensheng couldn't produce any resistance, he helplessly, obediently but forcefully, held Wang Luan's waist in a possessive manner, picked him up from the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom involuntarily. .

"Ninth brother should know what I want to do—"

It is punishment and redemption.