Luo Xuan squeezed Jiang Heng's throat, and the room was silent.
The overturned medicine bowl spreads a pool of water on the table, dripping to the ground, one drop, two drops, three drops... As time passed, Jiang Heng's face became ashen, his hands and feet began to twitch unnaturally, and his chest shook violently. , unable to breathe into the lungs, began to tense the whole body, and was about to lose control.
He gritted his teeth, and there was darkness in front of his closed eyes, and in the darkness there were large swathes of light, blooming like flowers, turning into lightning, and turning into stormy waves.
As time passed, Jiang Heng's twitching body slowly calmed down.
Luo Xuan suddenly changed his mind, withdrew his hand, and looked down at Jiang Heng, who was no longer breathing.
Immediately, he casually pointed at Jiang Heng's chest. Jiang Heng's rib, which he had managed to grow, was broken again, and a huge force that almost penetrated his weak body was transmitted into his chest with the internal strength of the mountain and the ground. In the middle, he slammed his lungs down.
In an instant, Jiang Heng exhaled a breath of near-death in a coma, like a drowning person, and then gasped violently.
Between Luo Xuan's fingers, the dagger was swirling, and the tip of the dagger lifted Jiang Heng's eyelids. Jiang Heng's pupils were about to dilate, but luckily he still didn't completely die.
Luo Xuan pierced Jiang Heng's eye socket gently with the tip of the dagger, and with a little force, he could pick out his eyeball.
But he stopped suddenly, did not start, frowned and thought for a while, then drew the dagger against the bridge of his nose, and then switched to his ears.
It doesn't feel right to cut anywhere. Jiang Heng's face is like a delicate jade carving. Destroying any part is like destroying this masterpiece created by God.
"Devouring the Starry Sky: Sign In to God"
Besides, gouging out his eyes and making him blind would only cause trouble for Luo Xuan himself.
"Forget it." Luo Xuan muttered to himself, sat on the side of the couch, was silent for a moment, then lay down silently and covered his head with the quilt.
The rain fell from the eaves, and from time to time, a gust of wind blew, hitting the window panes, penetrating bursts of water vapor. Jiang Heng's breathing recovered and gradually became even. After several deaths, he finally returned to the human world. But whether it is lucky or unfortunate to live still needs a long time to prove.
Cangshan rainy season, the rain lasts ten days.
When Jiang Heng woke up again, he found that Luo Xuan was taking off his clothes.
The pain was relieved compared to the last time he woke up. Jiang Heng didn't know how long he had been lying down. He remembered that before he finally fell into a coma, Luo Xuan showed him no mercy and declared his death with his left hand, and he dared not speak.
But today, Luo Xuan put his left hand behind his back and only touched him with his right hand.
He first stripped Jiang Heng naked, untied his clothes, and spread it on the couch with indifference in his eyes. He held a wet towel soaked in hot water in his right hand and wiped Jiang Heng's body.
His movements were methodical, as if Jiang Heng had become a piece of wood, the corpse of an animal, or some other lifeless, cold thing.
Jiang Heng was skinny and skinny, and it was strange that he was not hungry during the time he was in bed.
"Is your name Luo Xuan?" Jiang Heng finally said.
Luo Xuan didn't answer, wiped Jiang Heng's body, pulled up the quilt, and covered him. Lie down on another couch.
On Jiang Heng's leg, the piercing pain had subsided, replaced by bouts of dull pain. The dull pain made him even more uncomfortable. He couldn't sleep, and he couldn't concentrate.
At dawn, the rain still sounded. When the first ray of sunlight came in, Luo Xuan suddenly woke up, rolled over and got out of bed, and went out to wash. After a while, he came back, took a bowl of pungent medicinal soup, put his right finger on the end of the reed tube, and slowly fed it to Jiang Heng.
"I... I can drink it myself." Jiang Heng's voice trembled.
Luo Xuan finally met Jiang Heng's eyes and motioned for him to drink.
Jiang Hengqiang stood up, picked up the medicine bowl, and drank it.
"Do you want to die or live?" Luo Xuan frowned slightly, unable to see through Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng drank the bowl of medicine and said blankly, "I don't know."
Luo Xuan removed the medicine bowl, and Jiang Heng looked at his back and said, "I... I remember, my brother may be dead."
When the words fell, Jiang Heng's chest turned upside down for a while, and the medicine he just drank in again "wow" and spit it out. He sat on the bed and cried sadly.
Luo Xuan glanced at Jiang Heng in disgust and turned to go out. Jiang Heng remembered Geng Shu, and cried exhausted, until he was tired, and Luo Xuan came in with another bowl of medicine. Jiang Heng looked at him with tears in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he received a sudden slap in the face from Luo Xuan, and the left side of his face suddenly swelled up.
"This medicine is very rare," Luo Xuan said patiently, "don't spit it out again. You know?"
Jiang Heng gasped frantically subconsciously, and Luo Xuan squeezed his throat again, forcing him to open his mouth and rudely pour the medicine down.
Jiang Heng: "…"
Jiang Heng was almost out of breath, and when Luo Xuan closed his chin, the room was quiet for a while.
Luo Xuan put away the bowl and left again, only Jiang Heng's low sobs were left in the room.
In this way, Jiang Heng spent another day. He could only stare at the window pane in the bedroom, and saw the fragments of the dim sky light thrown into the window. He turned over and over in his mind. When it was an avalanche, Geng Shu was nailed to a tree by flying arrows. the moment on.
When he thought of being tired, he fell into a drowsy sleep. Every morning, Luo Xuan would give him a medicine. After taking the medicine, Jiang Heng seemed to not feel hungry or thirsty. And every two days, Luo Xuan will wipe him with hot water, clean him, and then take the dirty clothes out to wash.
"Thank you." Jiang Heng said embarrassedly.
Several times in the middle of the night, Jiang Heng wanted to get out of bed when he wanted to urinate. He touched the copper tiger beside the bed, but accidentally fell down.
Luo Xuan just lay down and slept, and when he couldn't hear, Jiang Heng slowly climbed onto the couch.
Eleven days after waking up from the last coma, Jiang Heng tried to move on the couch. His body was almost recovered, except for his legs.
He moved one leg, trying to get out of bed, and took a look at the bedroom door. Luo Xuan came in again.
During the day, Luo Xuan was almost never indoors, and only returned to the bedroom in the evening when he went to bed.
"The nails can be removed." Luo Xuan said.
Jiang Heng realized instantly that even more terrifying torture was waiting ahead.
"The nails need..." Jiang Heng said in a trembling voice, "Can you take them out?"
Luo Xuan didn't answer, found the rope, tied Jiang Heng to the couch, took a wooden stick and let him bite it in his mouth.
Jiang Heng will never forget this day, Luo Xuan moved a chair, sat down beside him, and took out the forty nails from his legs one by one.
At the end, Jiang Heng was dripping with sweat and was speechless.
Luo Xuan sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound and covered the quilt. Jiang Heng was dying, and said to Luo Xuan with a trembling voice: "You...why didn't you kill me?"
Luo Xuan packed up the medicine plate, glanced at Jiang Heng, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the smile suddenly made Jiang Heng feel creepy.
"I can't let you die so easily." Luo Xuan said casually.
Three days later, Jiang Heng's legs began to regain consciousness, and the first feeling was itching. It was as if many ants gnawed at his wound, which made him extremely tormented. But he unexpectedly discovered that his legs could move.
Although he couldn't stand, he could barely move, but it was fine.
He shivered and sorted his clothes, and when he saw the clean underwear on the bedside, he tried to change it for himself, climbed to the window pane, and looked out.
Where exactly is this place? Jiang Heng said in his heart.
Outside one of the panes, he saw a dark patch, and there seemed to be a little light in the darkness.
Jiang Heng changed the pane again, exactly the same.
Filled with doubts, he got out of bed with both hands, opened the door, and saw a pair of feet outside the door.
Looking up along his feet, he saw a six-year-old girl.
Jiang Heng realized instantly that what she saw outside the window was her eyes!
He looked at the girl in horror, and saw that the girl had long hair scattered and was wearing a black robe, and her loose skirt was dragging on the ground. Her complexion was extremely white, as white as bleached paper, and her expression did not look lifelike at all. There is no life in the faces of people.
"Are you better?" the girl asked blankly.
Jiang Heng: "Okay... much better, who are you?"
"My name is Songhua," the girl said coldly, "The sea girl Songhua."
Jiang Heng didn't know what she meant. The girl turned her head sideways and glanced at the corridor. Jiang Heng followed her eyes and saw a wooden wheelchair.
The girl didn't speak any more and turned to leave.
Jiang Heng trembled, climbed into the wheelchair, and when he turned around again, Songhua had disappeared like a gust of wind.
"Anyone?" Jiang Heng asked boldly.
The rain kept dripping. Today is still a rainy day. The wind chimes under the corridor made a "ding, ding" sound in the breeze. Jiang Heng shook his wheelchair, left the door, and entered a long corridor.
The corridor led to a huge temple. Jiang Heng stopped shaking his wheelchair and turned his head blankly.
There are four huge murals in the temple hall, which are the four sacred beasts guarding Shenzhou, which are lifelike.
"Anyone?" Jiang Heng shouted again.
He shook his wheelchair, turned to leave the hall, and came to the front of the main hall, and finally saw the only living person other than Songhua - Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan was sitting under the eaves, squatting in front of a wooden barrel, with his legs slightly apart, casually rubbing his clothes on the washboard.
Jiang Heng opened his mouth, Luo Xuan must have heard his voice long ago, but he was too lazy to pay attention to him.
He shook the wheelchair and approached Luo Xuan. Luo Xuan washed his clothes back and forth. Jiang Heng saw his underwear, panties, and what Luo Xuan usually wore.
When he came to the front porch of the eaves, he suddenly saw another road, so he crossed the road and came to an extended platform. Thousands of wind chimes were hung on the eaves of the pavilion overhead, which rumbled in the wind and responded to the sound of rain.
Only then did Jiang Heng realize that he was in a palace built on the mountainside, surrounded by mountains in front of him, was a huge lake with no end in sight. During the rainy season, it is misty and rainy, and thousands of water flowers bloom on the lake.
"This is Cangshan Haige, I'm Ghost Master Yan." The old voice sounded from behind, "Luo Xuan found you at the foot of Lingshan Mountain in Luoyang and brought you back."
Jiang Heng turned his head suddenly and found an old man with white hair and beard.
"Follow me." Immediately, the old man said.
Jiang Heng followed the old man to the side of the platform. On the edge of the platform, a small tower was erected.
"Xiangzhou was an abandoned disciple of mine during his lifetime," the old man said. "His ashes were collected here by Luo Xuan."
Jiang Heng's eyes were flushed, he tried his best to let go of the wheelchair, knelt down, and bowed three times to Xiangzhou's Bone Burial Pagoda.
"I'm sorry, Xiangzhou," Jiang Heng choked, "I'm sorry, it's me who hurt you..."
Jiang Heng always felt that if he hadn't dragged the car out of the north gate and fled with Xiang Zhou in the direction it shouldn't go, they wouldn't have encountered such a thing, even with Geng Shu...
"You can call me Mr. Ghost." Mr. Ghost comforted him after he cried, "All living beings are mortal, so there is no need to grieve too much."
His eyes were smiling: "Luo Xuan has already told me that you are Jiang Zhao's child?"
Jiang Heng choked: "Yes, sir."
Mr. Ghost said again: "Then, it stands to reason that you should also be Geng Yuan's son... um..." He immediately frowned, as if thinking of something.
Jiang Heng tried his best to get out of the wheelchair, but his legs were still weak. He fell on Mr. Ghost and pleaded, "Sir! Mr. Ghost!"
Mr. Ghost hurriedly said, "Young Master Jiang, please get up quickly."
"The junior thanked Mr. Gui for saving his life," Jiang Heng said. "The junior will never forget it in this life. I will do whatever you want me to do in return."
Mr. Ghost leaned on a cane, smiled, and said, "It's your life that shouldn't die. Everyone has their own destiny, so don't thank me."
At this time, Luo Xuan also came, standing behind Mr. Ghost, looking at Jiang Heng coldly.
Jiang Heng turned around again, bowed his head to Mr. Gui, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, this junior is begging you for one thing, I beg you. Can you go back to Lingshan and save my brother's life, his life and death are unknown now, and his whereabouts are unknown. …”
Mr. Ghost looked at Jiang Heng and sighed softly.
"Jiang Heng, five months have passed since the fall of the capital."
Jiang Heng: "…"