Jian Ningxuan's assistant Xiao Liu rushed to the hot spring villa first, and brought Fang Cun with him. Despite being seriously injured, Jian Ningxuan's first consideration was Anbu. Fang Cun can help her conceal her identity and avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Oh my god, what happened here?" The assistant was shocked when he saw the "corpses" all over the place.
"Stop talking, come and help me." Fang Cun rushed to An Bu's side, quickly checked her condition, and found that she had no senses, but as an old corpse that has lived for hundreds of years, there must be a way to recover Come over, so he hugged Anbu aside and gave priority to treating Jian Ningxuan.
Jian Ningxuan was seriously injured, and he lost a lot of blood, and his life was dying. Fang Cun skillfully helped him with emergency treatment, and then carried him and Anbu into the car, leaving two assistants to look after the other wounded and wait for rescue. Xiao Liu drove straight to the nearest hospital.
During the whole process, An Bu was in a state of confusion, only knowing that she and Jian Ningxuan seemed to be rescued.
She raised her hand and groped around. Seeing Fang Cun, she quickly stretched out her hand.
An Bu grabbed his hand, paused for a moment, finally pushed it away, and continued to grope.
Fang Cun handed Jian Ningxuan's hand to her in bewilderment, and she rubbed it for a moment, then clasped her fingers together, put them on the side of her face, and closed her eyes in peace.
Obviously invisible, how did she tell the owner of the hand
Fang Cun looked at Anbu strangely, and poked her face with his hand. It had the texture of an ordinary corpse, and it was impossible to tell that she was "alive".
The car quickly drove to the hospital. Jian Ningxuan was sent to the emergency room by a group of medical staff, while Fang Cun stayed in the car to guard the body.
Xiao Liu had received Jian Ningxuan's instructions in advance to entrust An Bu to Fang Cun's care, so although he had doubts in his heart, he did not rashly interfere with his handling methods.
In the dark consciousness, the book of life and death is being unsealed little by little.
The majestic vitality poured in like a tide, forming a confrontation with the dead energy. The chaotic data was refreshed crazily, and the barrier of life and death was cracked layer by layer, and finally collapsed.
"Huh..." Anbu took a sudden breath, and the disinfectant mixed with the smell of the air conditioner entered his nose.
Bang, bang, bang... The stiff heart beats like a clockwork.
There was a slight pain and coolness on the body, the muscles slowly relaxed, and the gray skin gradually became soft, fair, and full of vitality.
Voices of people, cars, wind, trees... Weaving together in my ears into a not-so-beautiful sonata.
The eyelashes fluttered slightly, the eyes opened little by little, and a ray of light shot into the pupils, flowing with crystal clear colors.
"Sister An, have you recovered?" Fang Cun's surprised voice came from the side.
Anbu sat up slowly, looked down at his bandaged hands, then turned to look out the window.
A row of cars parked neatly on the side of the road, cool black, dazzling red, refreshing blue...and white buildings, green trees, gray roads constitute a vibrant urban landscape.
Anbu pushed the car door open, jumped out, saw, heard, smelled, and felt, an indescribable joy filled her heart, almost made her want to shout out.
"Sister An, are you okay?" Fang Cun put his hands on the car door and looked at Anbu with doubts.
"It's okay." An Bu turned back and showed him a bright smile. The beauty of that moment made Fang Cun's breathing stagnate.
This kind of beauty has nothing to do with appearance, but a healthy, positive and positive radiance, which is shining and moving. Just one glance can make people forget all their troubles.
Although An Bu looked cheerful and enthusiastic in the past, there was always a little bit of coldness, especially when his face was expressionless, his whole person was gloomy and his painting style was weird. But in front of her, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, full of vitality, as if... as if reborn.
"you… "
"Where's Mr. Jian?" Before he could speak, Anbu asked.
"Just after rescue, he was sent to the VIP intensive care unit on the 12th floor."
An Bu immediately rushed towards the hospital, Fang Cun locked the car door, and followed closely behind.
When taking the elevator, Anbu checked the time. It was about 10 hours from the time she sealed her lifeless energy to waking up from a coma.
With a ding sound, the elevator door opened, and Anbu quickly walked out of the elevator and went straight to Jian Ningxuan's ward.
Fang Cun was about to tell her the specific room number, but saw that she had already found the ward exactly.
An Bu stopped at the door of the ward without moving.
"Why don't you go in?" Fang Cun asked strangely.
Anbu stared blankly at the door, or more precisely, at the dead air leaking from the crack in the door.
Omen of death within 12 hours of life...
An Bu felt his whole body was icy cold, and a fear that he had never felt before filled his heart, and the joy of just being reborn disappeared in this instant.
At this moment, the door of the ward was suddenly opened from the inside, and Jian Ningxuan's uncle appeared in front of Anbu.
"An Bu, you're here, come in quickly." Jian Cheng stepped aside and greeted in a hoarse voice.
There were also Jian Ningxuan's father and cousin and sister-in-law in the ward. When they saw Anbu, they had complicated expressions on their faces, with worries, blame, and confusion.
Anbu came to the hospital bed, looked at Jian Ningxuan who was lying on the bed, and remained silent.
"Aren't you going to ask about his situation?" Shu Yun, the cousin, couldn't help asking.
No need to ask, no one knows his situation better than her.
Anbu squatted down, held Jian Ningxuan's hand, feeling the almost exhausted vitality.
In my impression, he is always so fiery, shining, and full of vitality, but at this moment, he is cold, dim, and lifeless.
An Bu once thought that she would fall in love with him because he could let her see the colors of life and bring her wonderful enjoyment. However, losing him still made her unable to let go, and it hurt her hard recovery heart.
Seeing her "dead" back then, did Jian Ningxuan feel the same heartache as she does now
It turned out that rather than becoming a real living person, she hoped that this person would be by her side in good health.
Mr. Jian, don't worry, I will never let you have trouble.
An Bu decided to use his own anger to extend his life, even if he would become a living corpse with five senses disabled again.
"Can Mr. Jian and I be alone for a while." An Bu said flatly without raising his head.
Jane's family looked at each other, although hesitant, they finally left the ward.
When there were only two people left in the ward, Anbu took Jian Ningxuan's hand and began to breathe life into him.
However, after four or five minutes, the dead air on Jian Ningxuan's body did not change at all.
"Why?" Why couldn't he save his life
An Bu consumed tens of thousands of points of anger, but his life span did not even increase by 1 hour. Didn't she successfully revive him in this way in the fire last time
However, Anbu forgot that during the fire, Jian Ningxuan had only temporarily held his breath and entered a state of suspended animation. There was still a glimmer of life, and the injection of life just helped him recover his breathing and let him escape from the state of suspended animation. In fact, being angry doesn't sustain life at all.
Anbu didn't want to believe it, and continued to inject life into him. 100 points, 1000 points, 10000 points...
Mr. Jane, don't die!
With the consumption of vitality, the black air in Anbu's eyes sometimes disappears, the book of life and death is in turmoil again, and the originally revived body shows signs of ossification again.
After sealing the dead energy of the ancient tomb, An Bu gained nearly 30W of energy points, and was revived overnight, realizing her dream of more than 80 years.
However, if Jian Ningxuan is lost, these seem to be no longer important.
Anbu stopped moving, and lay down on the side of the bed slumped.
[Let's live together.]
[You said I was fat... let's work out together in the future.]
[I... want to be your boyfriend.]
[I miss you, step by step.]
[Am I cute just now... Didn't you notice that I was acting like a baby with you?]
[Bubu, are you willing to spend your whole life with a man who cannot accompany you forever?]
[I am willing.]
No, she doesn't want to! She greedily wants this person to live with her forever.
Mr Jane...
An Bu suddenly raised his head, staring fixedly at Jian Ningxuan.
Eternal life... is it possible
Anbu held his hand tightly, as if making up his mind, his eyes were extremely bright.
But for a moment, a halo faintly flashed in her eyes, circulating in the pupils in circles, and finally turned into a strange symbol. The golden light suddenly appeared, like a stream of water, passing from her body into Jian Ningxuan's body.
When the golden light dissipated, the dead air in Jian Ningxuan's body disappeared, replaced by a surging anger. The anger slowly settled, and finally returned to calm.
Anbu raised his head, his eyes were dead silent, the world in front of him, as if washed away, quickly faded, from far to near, a little dim, grayish, until the last touch of light color disappeared from his sight.
A drop of crystal slowly slipped from the corner of the left eye, and then turned into a wisp of black mist, dissipating in the air.
There was no expression on her face, she didn't even look at Jian Ningxuan again, she stood up slowly and walked out of the ward.
"Anbu?" cousin Jian Ningze called her.
Anbu turned a deaf ear, and staggered through the corridor under everyone's suspicious eyes.
"I'll go over and have a look." Fang Cun quickly chased after him.
Not long after the two left, Jian's father who entered the room to check on Jian Ningxuan's situation called out in surprise: "He's awake!"
"Sister An, what's the matter with you?" Fang Cun held Anbu's arm, afraid that she would be overwhelmed.
Anbu turned his head and looked at him indifferently.
Fang Cun couldn't help shivering, subconsciously let go of his hand, and said in surprise, "An, Sister An?"
An Bu's eyes looked like he was looking at a dead person, without a trace of emotion, he was a completely different person from an hour ago.
Fang Cun showed a serious expression for the first time, guessing that something must have happened in the ward just now.
An Bu stared at him, and a piece of information automatically appeared in his mind: [Fang Cun,? —2236, April 7, 22:15, died.]
Look away, turn forward, and keep walking.
[Chen Yuanzhou,? —2189, June 19, 09:36, sudden cardiac death.]
[Qiao Peipei,? — January 20, 2194, 10:11, breast cancer.]
[Tu Sang,? ——2210, February 9, 15:48, committed suicide by jumping off a building.]
…
A piece of information swiped through the screen in my mind. Every time I saw a person, the death information of that person would automatically pop up. There was no year of birth, only the year of death.
An Bu forcibly divided the book of life and death, and left the book of life to Jian Ningxuan. More than 80 years of hard work and hardship, just to live like a person. Now, she exchanged everything she had for that person's life.
She was only really alive for 45 minutes.
After 45 minutes, she was left with nothing but a dead book, completely turned into a living corpse, without emotion, memory, or perception. The only value of existence is to collect dead energy and search for every person who is about to die or has died. , absorbing the dead energy released by them like a god of death, watching the lives passing by indifferently.
Is it worth it, Anbu
She no longer thinks about it.