Scholar Who Walks the Night

?Mingxi didn't die, but he didn't wake up either, just like this, he became a living dead.

In addition to feeding her blood by cutting her wrists every day, the ghost also needs to be fed some rice porridge from time to time. Although Mingxi is in a coma, she can subconsciously swallow it, which is much easier to serve than when she was awake.

Spring comes and spring goes again, Mingxi opens his eyes again, it is already the cold winter months.

She was lying on the ghost's rosewood bed with black and gold velvet curtains all over the place. In his bedroom, which had never been heated, there was a rare gold silk charcoal stove, which was very warm.

The ghost was only wearing a semi-sheer plain gauze smock, with his chest exposed and his legs bent, leaning against the bedpost and sitting beside her, reading a book by the candlelight on the bedside table.

Noticing that she woke up, he threw the book in his hand casually, leaned over and said with a smile, "It can be regarded as awake."

Ming Xi looked at his enchanting and charming face with a smile, and turned his face away without saying a word, unwilling to look more.

The ghost's smile froze slightly, and he continued impatiently, "I cut off Yunxiu's fingers and toes first, then twisted off her limbs, and scraped the flesh and blood with a thin knife for ten days before she died, did she vent her anger?"

After a long time, Mingxi replied in a weak hoarse voice, "...the culprit is...you..."

The ghost who choked at these words turned serious, and stared at her side face for a long time. After all, he didn't dare to say anything to Mingxi, who could die at any time. He frowned, gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and slammed his sleeves to wipe it out. Candlelight, turn over and go to sleep.

In fact, it is better for Ming Xi to sleep when he wakes up, and he will not eat anything when he is fed.

It didn't take long to fall into a coma again, and the ghost fed her some wrist blood and rice porridge while she was unconscious, and after waking up, she fell into a weak coma after a while, and after repeating this, her breath became weaker and weaker.

Since the ghost regained his memory, he began to look for the person who wrote on the secret book of blood on the heart, and finally found it when Ming Xi was dying.

He is a handsome young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. In the severe cold, he only wears a moon-white tunic. He is not afraid of the cold at all. He should also be a vampire.

He first touched Ming Xi's wrist pulse, then rolled his eyelids, and said doubtfully, "Since drinking the blood from the mid-wrist vein can rarely wake up again, it shouldn't be so weak."

Rubbing his chin and considering for a while, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the ghost standing aside, "Could it be that you two are in love with each other, she was forced..."

The ghost narrowed his eyes dangerously, and said coldly, "What, you want to meddle in my affairs?"

The man stepped back two steps away from him, and the Fang Yu said jokingly, "No, no, Xiaosheng is not your opponent, but this little lady has a deep heart knot, you must first untie her heart knot, and then take Xiaosheng together." Only the prescribed medicine will be effective."

After the man left, Gui Ranran lowered his body and looked at Ming Xi who was on the couch at the same level, frowned and said in a deep voice, "How can you let go of your worries and continue to live."

Mingxi turned his gaze away from him, and replied very slowly word by word, "Let me go...don't let me see you again...I'll take the medicine together..."

He talked too much at one time, and he was slightly out of breath.

The ghost gritted his teeth and sneered repeatedly, "Let you go? Then I'd rather you die..."

Ming Xi seemed to have expected him to answer like this, looking at the top of the bed with empty eyes and only calmly replied, "...um..."

Seeing her behave like this, blue veins burst out on Gui An's forehead, he clenched his fists and slowly straightened up, and walked out of the inner room with a flick of his sleeves.

On the second day, the ghost finally let go of his promise and ordered people to carry the dying Mingxi into the carriage and send him away far away.