Little Ancestor, Marry Me

Chapter 12

Mo Chisheng went straight to the bed, and Ren Yun consciously backed away a few steps.

Then Mo Chisheng leaned down, stretched out his fingers and gently pressed the wound on Tang Su's back, a stream of black blood gushed out, and Tang Su's face turned pale in pain.

"It's very deep, and there's this poison..." Mo Chisheng frowned slightly, thoughtfully, he leaned close to the wound and sniffed, then checked Tang Su's pulse, and looked at Ren Yun who was beside him with probing eyes.

Liu Jun frowned and said, "Poison?"

"Ten breaths of death powder." Mo Chisheng took a square towel and wiped off the blood on his fingertips, "Those who are poisoned by this poison will undoubtedly die after ten breaths. Those with deep internal strength may live longer, but it is only twenty breaths .”

"Then Tang Su...?" Su Changliu was a little taken aback. According to Mo Chisheng, Tang Su should have been a corpse long ago.

Mo Chisheng put down the sandalwood box and said, "I checked his pulse, and there were signs of poisoning, but he was suppressed by something, and that thing kept him alive."

"It sounds a bit..."

"It's unbelievable, right?" Mo Chisheng took Su Changliu's words, took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, and cut off Tang Su's bloody clothes, "But there is indeed this kind of medicine. Turn around, return to the human world, stay in the human world for ten days, and wait for the miracle doctor to return. I will talk about it later, now, wait for the idlers, go out."

The two children were very clever. One helped to take out all kinds of bottles and cans and arranged them on the table, and the other helped to clean up the remains of clothes that Mo Chisheng had cut.

"Tsk..." Mo Chisheng glanced among the pile of bottles and cans, and glanced at the boy, "Where's Mabosan?"

"First, sir..." the little boy timidly replied, "Did you forget...it was used up a month ago..."

No matter how careful Mo Chisheng was, the wound and clothes were already glued together with blood, so the wound would inevitably be involved when cutting.

Tang Su's face turned pale from the pain, and he gritted his teeth when he heard the words: "Zipei, if there is no Mafeisan, there will be no! Just do it!"

Mo Chisheng glared at Tang Su, and said viciously, "If you want to die in pain to see Lord Yan, I'll give you that right away."

"I have to pull it out! Just bear it and it will work, Zipei, hurry up!"

"Are you a doctor or am I a doctor! Shut up!" Mo Chisheng yelled angrily, and dropped a finger-long knife on the table.

Su Changliu heard the noise coming from inside, pondered for a moment, turned around and left quickly.

But during tea time, he walked in with a black guqin in his arms, and brought in a brocade box, put it on the table, and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Mo Chisheng looked at Su Changliu and raised his eyebrows.

A little boy opened the brocade box, and the huge luminous pearl illuminated the room a lot.

Su Changliu nodded slightly: "I use "Shen Mo" to temporarily strip Tang Su's five senses, which is similar to Mafeisan."

"I don't know how long it will take to take it out, Qing Yan, can your bones hold it up?"

"Yes." Su Changliu fiddled with the strings a few times, and the deep sound came out, and then threw the earplugs specially made by Mo Chisheng and the boy, "Put them on."

Mo Chisheng and Xiaotong put on earplugs as they said.

Tang Su looked at Su Changliu: "The banquet is actually unnecessary..."

"It is necessary." Su Changliu said indifferently, and smiled at the corners of his eyes, "It may be a little uncomfortable, so bear with it."

After finishing speaking, Su Changliu's eyes drooped slightly, and he placed his slender fingers on the strings of the qin, and pointed across the strings, the sound of the qin poured out like gurgling water.

Tang Su hadn't had time to say a few more words, but felt that thick ink was covering his eyes, the sound of the piano disappeared in his ears, the surroundings were silent, and the smell of blood and rust in his mouth could not be felt, and his body felt as if it had been stripped away .

Mo Chisheng took a wet white towel to wipe off the black blood on Tang Su's back, and the knife passed over the fire, slowly and carefully cutting the wound inch by inch.

The little boy at the side obediently held the Ye Mingzhu to illuminate the wound.

Another child kept wiping the black blood from the wound with a white cloth.

Beads of sweat dripped from Mo Chisheng's forehead, and he slowly scratched the opening. After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the arrow.

"Damn it!" Mo Chisheng saw the arrow clearly, felt a chill in his heart, and cursed, there were many barbs on the arrow, two of which coincidentally caught two extremely difficult meridians.

Outside the door, Ren Yun stood not far away, looking at the door quietly, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"...Don't worry." Liu Jun said calmly, "There is no life that Mo Chisheng cannot save."

"...Mmm." Ren Yun pursed her lips and nodded.

There was a sound of footsteps, Cui Zhu held a tray, yawned and said, "The young master told me to prepare some supper for you."

"...Hmm." Ren Yun glanced at the meat soup in the tray, and then continued to look at the door.

Liu Jun nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"It should be." Cui Zhu said, forcefully stuffing the meat soup into the hands of the two, "Young master ordered, you must eat."

Ren Yun raised his hand, regardless of whether the meat soup was hot or not, he drank it mechanically, returned the bowl to Cui Zhu, and kept his original motion of looking at the door motionless.

Liu Jun calmly finished the bowl of steaming meat soup, and handed the bowl to Cui Zhu.

Cui Zhu put away the bowl and didn't leave, he sat on the railing with his clothes lifted, and looked at the carvings on the bedroom door with his face propped up on one hand.

Liu Jun raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Then I'll go first." Then he glanced at Ren Yun with complicated eyes, and walked away.

The shadow of the moon sinks to the west.

"Zheng—!" The strings trembled.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Su Changliu covered his mouth with one hand and coughed violently, his face was flushed abnormally, and tears almost came out of his cough.

Seeing Su Changliu's appearance, the little boy hastily put down the bloody white cloth to pat Su Changliu on the back.

"Dang!"

Mo Chisheng threw the blood-stained arrow into a plate beside him.

"Master Su!" The little boy hurriedly took off the earplugs, and at the same time gave Su Chang some comfort and poured tea for him, "You can't play any more!"

"Ahem..." Su Changliu coughed for a long time before he recovered his breath, "It's okay. I just choked..."

"Qingyan! Stop making trouble!" Mo Chisheng took off his earplugs at some point, without turning his head, and said, "Saving him alone is enough to hurt your nerves. If your disease recurs again, do you want me to die of exhaustion?! go out!"

"Can……"

"Get out!" Mo Chisheng yelled angrily, and quickly took out seven long needles from the medicine box beside him. With a flickering of his hand, he firmly stabbed several acupuncture points on Tang Su's back, "Don't get in the way!"

Su Changliu had no choice but to get up, his eyes dim for a while, he staggered two steps and stood firm while leaning on the wall, and after recovering slowly, he pushed the door out with the piano in his arms, and closed it again.

Ren Yun looked at Su Changliu.

Su Changliu's complexion is quite bad now, but he still smiled and said: "The arrow has been taken out, and there should be no serious problems..."

Ren Yun's lips turned pale, and when he heard Su Changliu's words, he blinked in a daze, and then whispered after a while: "...Thank you."

"Thank you." Su Changliu rolled his eyes, "Tang Su is one of us."

Cui Zhu yawned, looked at Su Changliu's face, and said in a strangely drawn tone: "Master—"

Su Changliu shuddered, almost lost his grip on the piano, and then saw Cui Zhu who was leaning against the pillar, with a look of astonishment: "You, why are you..."

"Master," Cui Zhu walked up to Su Changliu with a bowl in one hand, looked at him solemnly for a while, his starry eyes were gloomy, and after a while, he squeezed out a sentence, "It's almost time, please hurry up." Go rest."

Su Changliu inexplicably felt a sense of oppression that made people breathless, and instinctively took the piano back half a step, and said coyly, "Okay..."

"what--!!"

A scream came from the room, the sound was so miserable that it made one's scalp tingle, followed by Mo Chisheng's angry shout, but he couldn't make out what he was saying under the pressure of the scream.

Ren Yun's heart tightened, and he hurried up two steps to push open the door, but the door opened by itself, a little boy poked his head out, and said seriously: "Master ordered that no one is allowed to enter! Especially Master Su, if the master says you come in again, he will knock you out and throw you out."

After the boy finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

"Hold it!" Mo Chisheng gritted his teeth, took another sip of medicinal wine and sprayed it on Tang Su's back. His back was already soaked in sweat, and he quickly cut open the wound. A piece of completely necrotic meat was thrown out.

Tang Su was biting a white cloth in his mouth at this moment, his face pale with cold sweat from the pain, the information transmitted from the nerves to the brain was pain, and Mo Chisheng's special medicinal wine was effective, but the pain soaked into the wound was worse than spirits How fierce it was, Tang Su's body was trembling uncontrollably, his ten fingers curled up and grabbed the quilt tightly, his knuckles were bloodless.

Mo Chisheng confirmed that it had been cleaned up, and glanced at Xiao Tong, who understood, immediately took out a silver needle and burned it over the fire, quickly threaded the ice silk and handed it to Mo Chisheng.

Mo Chisheng sprinkled some medicinal powder on the wound, Tang Su only felt another sharp pain, sobbing and rolling his Adam's apple, biting the white cloth tightly, feeling a faint smell of blood in his throat, Mo Chisheng took it After getting the needle, he took a deep breath and squeezed the wound, glanced at Tang Su, pursed his lips and said in a low trembling voice, "Hold it."

After finishing speaking, Mo Chisheng gritted his teeth, and the hot silver needle pierced the flesh with the thread, weaving a centipede-like seam on Tang Su's back.

Tang Su was already in so much pain that he didn't have the strength to grab things.

The scorching needle pierced through the flesh, and the remaining medicinal wine was soaked in inch by inch, lying on the bed almost dying, looking at one place with loose eyes.

The eastern sky turned white, tearing apart the darkness of the night sky, and the full moon had sunk into the ground.

Dawn breaks and the sun rises in the east.

Mo Chisheng turned his head and bit off the ice silk, tied it in a knot, and then wrapped it up again, and it was done.

A white cloth soaked in black blood.

Mo Chisheng rubbed his temples wearily, sat in front of the table, took a pot for mixing medicine, scooped out some medicine powder from various medicine bottles with a small spoon, and mixed it carefully.

He took out a white jade bottle from his arms, carefully dripped a few drops into the jar, kneaded it into a black pill the size of a cherry, and walked to the bedside for Tang Su to swallow.

"You're a dead boy." Mo Chisheng patted Tang Su's face and smiled tiredly, "Except for me, few people can really save you."

Tang Su was so dizzy from the pain, he forced a smile and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"...You too." Mo Chisheng patted the top of Tang Su's head, "It's been hard work. Take a good rest."

Tang Su nodded unobtrusively, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

Mo Chisheng waited for the little boy to finish cleaning up the mess, and pushed open the door exhaustedly, his eyes were squinted by the sunlight, and after recovering slowly, he looked at the man standing quietly in the courtyard, and raised his eyebrows.

... Has this man stood outside all night?

Ren Yun saw that Mo Chi was born, his eyes lit up a little, and he hurriedly asked, "How is the little ancestor?"

...Little ancestor?

The corners of Mo Chisheng's lips twitched, he looked at Ren Yun with interest and said, "It's all right."

Ren Yun's nerves, which had been tensed all night, finally relaxed, and the exhaustion that had been suppressed suddenly swept through his body. He walked over a few steps and wanted to open the door and go in to have a look.

"Nine Turns Back to the Soul Pill." Mo Chisheng rolled his eyes and said lazily, "You gave him the pill?"

Ren Yun paused for a moment, then squinted at Mo Chisheng with his phoenix eyes, and said, "Yes."

"That thing is not good. I don't know your Excellency... who is it?" Mo Chisheng looked at Ren Yun and paused, "What is the purpose of following Tang Su and approaching him?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ren Yun said, looking at Mo Chisheng quietly with a pair of blue phoenix eyes, Mo Chisheng looked into his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a sneer: "A piece of advice, don't say anything to Tang Tang." Su has something to hide, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Ren Yun's heart sank when he heard Tang Su's name.

Mo Chisheng stretched his waist in a half-smile, and squinted his eyes to look at the dazzling morning light: "Tang Su will be very angry, very angry."

"What he hates the most is when others lie to him." Mo Chisheng turned his head and looked at Ren Yun, "Concealment is also a kind of deception."

Ren Yun's heart felt cold, and some cold sweat broke out on his palms.

Looking at Ren Yun's expression, Mo Chisheng was in a good mood, yawned and waved his hands and left.

Ren Yun stood in a daze for a while, then came back to his senses, and walked into the bedroom stiffly.

The bloody smell in the room was still there, Tang Su was pale and fell asleep on the bed, frowning slightly, as if he was very uncomfortable.

Ren Yun lightly moved a stool to the side of the bed and sat down. He carefully adjusted Tang Su's prone position to make it more comfortable. He sat there quietly, looked at Tang Su's eyebrows, and stretched out his hand again. Smooth his eyebrows.

"Little ancestor..." Ren Yun murmured softly, "I... If I tell you the truth... you will hate me..."

Tang Su tilted his head slightly, panted lowly, and Ren Yun's nerves tensed up in fright. Looking at Tang Su, who knew that the little ancestor fell asleep again when he tilted his head.

Tang Su was dreaming.

I dreamed about something from long ago.

"Auntie! Auntie!" The little Tang Su was playing with mud all over, stumbling and running, holding a bouquet of wild flowers that he didn't know where he picked, and ran into a room with a simple smile. In a dilapidated courtyard, she waved at a woman in a gray linen cloth with thick hairpins who was feeding chickens in the courtyard. The woman turned her head, her figure was exquisite, but her face was covered with several hideous scars, and she squatted down with a smile to catch the rushing Little Tang Su said softly, "Where did you go wild again? It's so dirty."

"Picking flowers for Auntie!" Little Tang Su smiled and stuffed the bunch of flowers into the woman's hands, "Are you looking good, Auntie?"

"It's pretty." The woman smiled while holding the flowers, the scars on her face seemed not so hideous anymore, "Shu'er, go and wash it up, it's time to eat."

"Okay——" Xiao Tang Su nodded obediently, ran to the basin with his short legs, washed off the mud carefully, took a rag to clean the table, and waited for A Niang to come with him Have a meal.

After the woman finished feeding the chicken, she wiped her hands and went to the kitchen to take out the food from the pot, put it on the table, and smiled at Tang Su, "Su'er, come here."

"coming--"

……

The night in the valley is always extraordinarily quiet, occasionally there are a few birds chirping and cicadas chirping, and little fireflies flying in the forest.

"Aniang? What's the matter, Aniang?" Xiao Tangsu looked at his mother with a serious expression and pulled him to his side, "Aniang, are you uncomfortable? What does your face look like..."

"Su'er, good boy..." The woman lovingly stroked the top of Xiao Tang Su's head, her eyes were full of sadness, "Be good."

"Mother?" Little Tang Su pulled the woman's sleeve, "What's the matter with you, Mother? Are you sick? I'll find the doctor tomorrow..."

"Good...good boy..." The woman hugged Xiao Tangsu, "I will give you the last thing I can give you..."

……

"Auntie?" Little Tang Su watched his mother open the box of clothes, and there was actually a hidden compartment underneath. The mother hugged herself in, and said softly, "Shu'er, you can't come out until dawn, and you can't come out until dawn." You can make any noise, otherwise Auntie will be angry."

"Yes, I know! I will be obedient! But why..."

"Be obedient, don't ask too many questions." The mother leaned down and kissed little Tang Su's face, "Live well..."

"Mother?" Little Tang Su looked at his mother blankly as he put the plank on and fell into the darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Tang Su could vaguely hear some noises coming from outside, but he didn't dare to upset his mother, so he stayed inside obediently, without making a sound.

Until I heard the cock crow.

Little Tang Su pushed the wooden board away vigorously, opened the box and got out, the air was filled with a disgusting strong smell of blood.

There is also a strange fragrance.

"Tick tock..."

The woman was lying on the bed covered in blood, her body was cut into a bloody mess, her hand was hanging down on the bed weakly, the sticky blood dripped down to the ground, forming a pool of blood, her long hair was messy, and her face seemed to have been slashed a lot by someone with a knife The next time, the long hair and blood stuck to his face, and he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

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