Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

Li Wenzhao's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body temperature was also hot. When he touched his body just now, he could feel the burning of his skin through the fabric of his clothes.

Jiang Huai reached out his hand to touch his forehead, and it was hot.

"Looks like I still have a fever."

007: [Then why don't we leave? 】

Jiang Huai glanced at Li Wenzhao, and said, "I'm afraid it's not easy to leave if you drag him. How about you go to those rooms outside to investigate the situation first, and I'll stay here to take care of him?"

007: [Yes, but there is a fee, and I owe you a write-off, is it worth it? 】

"Let's do it." Jiang Huai replied, thinking again in his heart, little thing, sooner or later he will make money from you.

007 quickly flew out.

The light from the candlestick on the table gradually dimmed, and Jiang Huai took out two new candles from his treasure bag, lit them, and then stepped into the backyard with the wooden bucket.

He wanted to clean up Li Wenzhao's wound first, and he was worried before leaving, so he put the life-saving mask next to the sleeping man.

Li Wenzhao seemed to be in a deep sleep, breathing lightly and then heavily, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sweat rolled down his forehead, and was wiped away by Jiang Huai.

The backyard was no different from when we came here before, perhaps because it was late at night, and it was a little colder.

His hands were covered with blood, Jiang Huai washed his hands first, and then fetched water to go back. In the room, the weird sound seemed to have stagnated and stopped coming, but the sweet and rotten smell coming from the ground was still there. It didn't dissipate at all.

Li Wenzhao slept very restlessly, he was breathing rapidly, his throat seemed to be blocked, and his hands clenched into fists.

He looked like he wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth or make a sound.

Jiang Huai heated up the water in the bucket, then took out a cloth from his treasure bag, soaked it in water, and wiped his face, neck, and hands.

Li Wenzhao's hands were clenched too tightly, and Jiang Huai couldn't break them apart, so he could only rub his wrist bones, and then upwards, rubbing his upper skin along the way.

This kind of effect can cool down the temperature. Jiang Huai remembered that when he was sick in the past, his mother always did this, but when he grew up, he would be sent directly to the hospital. Although this method is a bit primitive, it works.

After wiping back and forth several times, Li Wenzhao finally loosened his clenched hand a little bit, but he was still swollen with burns. He had a lot of experience with injuries, but he seldom fell ill. He didn't know that the first night of illness was the hardest.

He fell into a dream many years ago, unable to get out of his body, and seemed to be trapped in a painting. The painting depicts an old house, and the unbearable past events are staged in it, silently.

When the exposed skin was almost wiped off, Jiang Huai carefully took off his robe, exposing his upper body.

Li Wenzhao's body was much stronger than he had imagined, the bandages that were wrapped around him had long been soaked in blood, and his skin was covered with layers of sweat, and he didn't know whether it was the pain or the heat.

Jianghuai used to be most afraid of pain, so before going out, he deliberately stuffed all the bottles and cans on the shelf into the treasure bag, unexpectedly it would come in handy at this time.

He threw aside the messy health medicines, took out the Jinchuang ointment given by Xie Xiao, and untied Li Wenzhao's bandage with one hand.

The wound was deep, and it could be recognized that it was a sword wound. At this moment, blood was continuously overflowing from it, and soon covered Jiang Huai's hands again.

Jiang Huai didn't know what to do first, so he could only apply Jinchuang ointment on the wound, then took out two pieces of gauze and quickly wrapped it up for him.

Li Wenzhao turned his head slightly, his face was in front of his eyes, under the lamp, showing a bit of haggardness, he was in a daze, and repeated some words, upside down, Jiang Huai couldn't understand what he said, I saw his ink-like brows curled up, guessing that what he should be having was a nightmare.

It is true that nightmares are easy to have when you have a fever.Jiang Huai thought so.

After the bleeding stopped, Jiang Huai helped him put on his clothes again, and when he touched his hand, he found him trembling slightly.

His hands were still hot, Li Wenzhao's breathing suddenly became rapid, he was talking in his sleep, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was begging, over and over again: "Don't, don't..."

Jiang Huai was hesitant and didn't know whether to appease him. His resistance to Li Wenzhao probably came from a kind of fear. It seemed that as soon as he saw him, he would involuntarily speed up his heartbeat and feel restless.

He was afraid that Wen Zhao would be unhappy if he provoked Li Wenzhao, and he would not be able to survive, and he was also afraid that he would choose the wrong path and the ending would not be changed.

He was so full of thoughts that he couldn't speak, in the end, he still went to hold Li Wenzhao's hand, and patted it gently, trying to make the person who was sleeping in a dream feel better.

Li Wenzhao was struggling in the dream, those memories of the past pulled him deeper and deeper, he sank into the dark / cramped cold water, and was about to suffocate.

A drowning person cannot find any support point, and can only let his body sink into the abyss uncontrollably.

Li Wenzhao's hand lost weight at this moment, pulling himself awake from the embers of the nightmare.

The spot of light in front of him was blurred and unable to focus. He was like a person who had just been rescued from drowning. He coughed uncontrollably, trying to spit out all the water he had swallowed. For this reason, he coughed extremely hard every time.

When he came back to his senses, there was a figure blocking the faint light, and the last focus of his eyes was Jiang Huai's eyebrows.

Jiang Huai was thin and thin, but it was infinitely magnified under the lamp behind him. Li Wenzhao looked into his eyes, and felt that under the light of the fire, his eyes seemed to be soaked in water, flickering, and even his complexion was reflected by the candlelight. The ground is uneven.

Jiang Huai looked a little uncomfortable and looked away.

There was silence in the house.

Li Wenzhao was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said: "The throw is pretty accurate."

The voice was hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, but there was nothing else to say.

Jiang Huai wanted to deny his death, but when he was told this, he was speechless. Li Wenzhao could always catch him easily with a simple sentence, as if the person who cared was not Li Wenzhao, but Jiang Huai himself.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I thought it was...something unclean." Jiang Huai took a deep breath, his cheeks bulging.

Seeing that Li Wenzhao didn't speak, he took out a handkerchief from his treasure bag, intending to wipe his sweat with it.

Li Wenzhao lowered his eyes, and saw that Jiang Huai was facing away from the light, holding the handkerchief tightly, as if he was afraid, his eyes would look at him secretly from time to time, and then move away again.

He is afraid of himself?Li Wenzhao touched the wound on his waist and abdomen, and probably knew something, and finally gave a low "hmm" and didn't say anything else.

He was still running a fever, and his consciousness was not too clear. He was exhausted, and he quickly closed his eyes again.

Seeing that he woke up, Jiang Huai remembered that the room was not safe, and quickly said: "Master, can we sleep in another place?"

Li Wenzhao did not speak.

"There's something in this room," Jiang Huai explained to him in a low voice, "it's under the ground, I heard it."

Li Wenzhao sat up and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Perhaps it was due to the fever, his face was glowing red under the light, and even his voice was a little softer.

Jiang Huai nodded slightly.

Li Wenzhao was silent for a moment, probably because he was used to pretending. He was sitting in a lazy and relaxed posture at this moment. If he hadn't just treated him, it would be hard for Jiang Huai to imagine that such a person would have a fever and be injured.

"So, let's go." He took the handkerchief and said.

Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to help him.

Li Wenzhao avoided it subconsciously, he was not used to getting close to people, and he didn't like this feeling, but the reaction of the feverish person was a little slow, and Jiang Huai had already touched his body.

Jiang Huai's hands were cold, he first supported his back, and then let him use his own arm strength to support himself up.

Standing up with his support, Li Wenzhao felt sore all over his body, as if his bones were burned, and his heart throbbed in pain even when he moved.

This kind of feeling only existed in those untouchable memories of his childhood, and now the old dream reappeared, and he was deeply immersed in it, no matter how hard he could restrain himself.

He pushed Jiang Huai away, maintaining his usual calm and quiet appearance, but in this pretended appearance, he lost his spirit and his complexion turned gray.

007 had already searched the entire village, and hurriedly flew back to report, but just after entering, he saw Li Wenzhao woke up, and was very surprised.

[Host host, is he healed? 】

"No, I told him it was dangerous here, and he agreed to change the place." Jiang Huai talked to it in his heart.

[Don't talk about this place, I just went to explore the whole area,] 007 reported to him, [I found that the whole village is like this, and those bamboo buildings built on the slope are full of coffins. 】

"Coffin?" Jiang Huai thought he heard it wrong, "All of them?"

[Yes, yes,] 007 said, [It is in every bamboo building, only in the low one-story houses like ours. But, I always feel that we have it here too, maybe it is buried under the ground. 】

Its words suddenly awakened Jiang Huai, and Jiang Huai suddenly remembered the voices he heard in his dream, and pieced them together word by word, as if they were indeed in line with the current situation.

The corpse chaser, the coffin, and the blood moon, these three things are connected together, and they can infiltrate people no matter what they think.

"What's wrong?" Li Wenzhao asked in a calm voice when he saw that he was standing still.

"Master, it seems that our current situation is not very good," Jiang Huai said slowly, "This village seems to be full of those things."

"Really." Li Wenzhao's voice was very low, covering up the haggardness in it.

Jiang Huai didn't know how to answer, so he just nodded.

Li Wenzhao exhaled foul breath, and then said: "My lord, go outside and have a look, you wait here."

"Master, be careful." Seeing him, Jiang Huai turned around and walked outside.

Li Wenzhao didn't answer.He walked outside alone, his steps were slightly swaying, but he couldn't tell unless he looked carefully. He could still be so calm and composed when he was so burned, Jiang Huai felt that if it was him, he must have fallen into a deep sleep.

In the stillness of the night, in the silence of everything, Li Wenzhao could vaguely identify where the ghost aura came from. The person was unconscious, but his consciousness was much clearer.

He glanced around and realized that he might have been burned out before he came to this stockade. This stockade is facing north from south, full of shadows, and there are invisible and intangible little ghosts wandering around. Undetectable.

Looking into the empty bamboo buildings, one can see decayed coffins placed in the lower floors made of bamboo. The coffins are wrapped with dense red threads, locking the zombies inside.

It seems that some warlocks have been here before, and together with the Four Spirits Bureau, they suppressed these evil spirits.

And judging from the formation that came in, this village was mostly safe and sound many years ago. It should be a plague or other disaster that caused people to die here. No one knows what is happening here.

They had resentment, couldn't swallow their last breath, got stuck in their throats, and turned into zombies after they died.

Inside the house, Jiang Huai stared closely at Li Wenzhao who was standing in the night, when he suddenly heard the strange voice again.

The author has something to say:

In Li Wenzhao's eyes, what Jiang Huai said was: Master, let's sleep in another place o(≧v≦)o

Li Wenzhao's heart at this moment: o(*///▽///*) o~