[System + Lu Xiaofeng] Meow's repayment

When regaining consciousness again, Su Mier thought that he should have come to another world—the world of the undead

He lay on his back and opened his eyes a slit, but he only saw an indissoluble darkness, not even a ray of light came through.

But since it's the afterlife, it's normal to look like this.

Su Mier simply didn't bother to make that effort, and quietly closed his eyes.

I don't know what's going on in the world over there.

He died on the side of the road, and I don't know if anyone would kindly collect his body, but even if there was, at most it would be thrown out of the city in a straw mat.

But all Mingjiao disciples, as long as conditions permit, burn their bodies with fire after death, and they have proved the way.

The holy fire is shining brightly, the holy light is shining brightly.

I don't know if Mingzun will protect lonely ghosts like him?

and many more! ! !

Su Mier suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake.

At that time, he only wished that he could be closer to Huamanlou so that he wouldn't be so desolate and lonely, but he didn't realize until now, how could Huamanlou not know that someone died downstairs in his house.

If so, isn't what he did before all in vain?

How to do how to do……

Su Mier jumped up all of a sudden, and began to wobble around in circles.

Perhaps it was because he was not used to it just now, he always felt that his feet were soft and the ground was not stable when he stepped on it.

"Is he poisoned and stupid?" Taoist Priest Chunyang, dressed in blue and white Taoist uniform, frowned and looked at the nervous jumping up and down on the bed, and kept thinking about Persian youths, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were shining brightly The word "dislike" is written all over the place.

And the man in black with flowing long hair next to the Taoist priest couldn't help muttering in his heart, but he still smiled very gently on his face, "How is it possible? Don't you believe my medical skills?" ?”

The Taoist priest nodded approvingly, and said, "That's right, I haven't seen you for a while, but I forgot, he's always been so stupid."

Su Mier was stunned.

There was still only darkness in his eyes, but his ears were still functional.

Although the other voice had never been heard before, how could he not remember the cold and annoying voice of Taoist priest?

I think they quarreled so many times on the streets of Chang'an back then, but I can't even count the number.

That is to say...

Turning his head stiffly towards the direction of the voice, Su Mier could even hear the creaking sound of his own bones.

Could it be that the lie he originally asked the little general to help Hua Manlou turned out to be true?

Did he really return to Datang? !

Seeing that the people standing on the bed had already noticed their existence, the disciple Wanhua, who was dressed in black and tall and straight, walked to the side of the bed, raised his eyes to look at the face that was distorted into an expressionless face because of the sudden emotional change, "Can I lie down? This position is inconvenient for someone to feel your pulse."

Su Mier, whose mind was blank, lay down very obediently, and offered his wrist again, but turned a deaf ear to some questions asked by that Wanhua disciple.

After asking "How do you feel now?" three times in a row, Wan Hua couldn't bear to poke a needle. After hearing a scream, she kindly asked the fourth time: "How do you feel now?"

"Why didn't I die?" Su Mier shrank to the foot of the bed tremblingly clutching his wrist.

Now that he has confirmed it, he did not die, but returned to Datang.

but why?

Obviously at that time, he felt the coming of death so clearly, just like when the assassination failed and he was pierced by an arrow...

Su Mier didn't know what to feel in his heart.

It is a good thing to be alive, and returning to Datang, where I have lived for 21 years, does not seem to be a very bad ending, but why is my heart so empty?

Is it because I will never see the person who will hold him tenderly again?But if he died, the result would be the same.

"When you were picked up, you were indeed on the verge of death, but you were still breathing." Wan Hua glanced at the tranced person on the bed, got up, went to the table and wrote a prescription, "Someone I also tried the treatment with the mentality of trying it out, but I didn't expect it to be really successful."

The Taoist leader nodded in agreement, "I really didn't expect that, with that appearance, it is clear that I will not survive."

"I also thought I couldn't survive." Still unable to adapt to the darkness in front of him, Su Mier nervously touched his eyes, and the thick layer of gauze wrapped around them made him a little at a loss, "Excuse me Eye……"

Although the eyes could not see clearly before, at least it is not like now, where the eyes can't see anything except black.

Fortunately, disciple Wanhua opened his mouth in time.

"Don't worry, the reason for the blurred vision before is that the toxin has spread to the eyes, but now the toxin is gradually being eliminated, and it will take a few days to recover. The gauze is just for better recovery."

After hearing this, Su Mier breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't forget that Datang was still in the midst of war, a blind man, not to mention that he couldn't survive, might implicate others.

In any case, he didn't think he could achieve the level of Huamanlou in a short period of time.

That Wanhua disciple is the senior brother of the Taoist chief. Su Mier didn't quite understand why the senior brother of the Taoist priest was not the Taoist chief but Wan Hua. No more talking.

However, Wanhua's medical skills are really superb. After nearly half a month of acupuncture and medicine, Su Mier's decayed body gradually recovered miraculously.

The gauze on the eyes was removed a few days ago, but the cat's eyes are still as bright as jewels, and everything seen in the eyes is extremely clear and real.

Touching his restored eyes, Su Mier turned to look for that Wan Hua.

And Disciple Wanhua learned of his reason for coming, and he just wanted to help his forehead helplessly, "Su Mier, ah, don't you mind being called like that?"

After Su Mier nodded, he continued: "Without seeing the patient's condition with his own eyes, there is really no way for a certain person to make an accurate diagnosis."

"I know the situation."

Su Mier was very grateful that he had learned about Hua Manlou's blindness in detail, and he was able to tell it exactly.

"If that's the case, allow someone to think about it carefully." It really couldn't resist Su Mier's entreaty, and disciple Wanhua finally nodded and agreed, "But it's still the same sentence, even if you say it in detail, if you don't see it In the case of the patient himself, the diagnosis cannot be completely accurate, and the prescription can only be used as a reference."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Of course Su Mier would not risk Huamanlou, what's more, he also understands that the possibility of him seeing Huamanlou again is extremely slim now.

The reason why I seek this treatment method is nothing more than an obsession in my heart.

During this period of recuperation, Su Mier also knew the current battle situation in the Central Plains.

Compared with when he left, the current situation has improved a bit. Although the momentum of the Spike Army was stopped by the Tang army, it should not be underestimated after all. Now the two sides are basically in a stalemate.

All sects still insist on supporting the Tang army, hoping to quell the rebellion as soon as possible.

"It seems to be very peaceful here, but according to the generals defending the city, the Spike Army has already set up camp thirty miles away, but they dare not attack by force because of the fortification of the city."

When saying this, both Dao Zhang and Wan Hua had a hint of worry in their eyes, but what was more, it was perseverance and determination.

Before the Spike Army attacked the city, Su Mier's body had no major problems, but his hair would never change its original color due to the consumption of previous life.

Looking at the frosty and snowy head in the mirror, Su Mier could only comfort himself that even if he could return to Hua Manlou's side again, Hua Manlou would not despise him because of this.

The Taoist priest who was born with silver hair was very dissatisfied with Su Mier's behavior of holding his hair and sighing.

Without the estrangement caused by the mutton skewers, coupled with Wan Hua's mediation, the two of them are much more peaceful, and they don't want to quarrel every day like they did when they set up a stall.

"Taoist." Su Mier thought for a while, and found that he could only ask this professional from the Pure Yang Palace about some mysterious things. Help, "Do you know how to get to the other world?"

The Daoist was shocked, "You don't want to kill yourself just because of a hair."

"I didn't mean that, it was just..."

Su Mier's experience is not too unusual for the well-informed Taoist priest.

After listening to what Su Mier said, the Taoist priest calmly stated that traveling through time and space is theoretically possible.

Glancing at the cat's pupils that lit up "swish", he continued to say calmly: "But Pindao doesn't know how to actually operate it."

"Really, there is no way at all?" Su Mier was still unwilling to give up hope.

"Maybe not entirely." The Taoist priest pondered for a moment, and came to his own conclusion, "Let it be, if fate comes, you will always go back."

Fate?

Su Mier didn't know whether his fate with Huamanlou was deep or shallow, but he knew that when the Spike Army attacked the city, he couldn't ignore it.

Perhaps in order to vent the almost crazy thoughts in his heart, Su Mier did not stealthily assassinate as before, but used the hands that regained strength to directly swing sharply and viciously with one knife after another.

On the day when the Spike Army was finally repelled, Su Mier's double knives were already stained with a lingering layer of blood, only the golden pendant wrapped around the hilt was still dazzling.

Every time, when the line of sight falls on it, the fierce cat pupils will change back to the gentleness of the past.

It was the only thing left on my body, with the smell of flowers all over the building. I didn't want to get it dirty, but I also didn't want it to leave my side...