Ji Wushuang would not admit that, except for the young, mentally retarded, and uninvited Seventeen who never came to seek death, the other five had all come to this Zuisheng Pavilion to die several times, and of course they were punished. Miserably.
He had secretly swore that he would never come to this ghostly place in his life, but he didn't expect to slap himself so soon.
"Why are you shaking your legs, old chicken? Are you afraid?" Yan Feijue asked strangely.
"Who's scared?" Ji Wushuang rolled her eyes angrily, and pressed her trembling right leg.
Soon, the left leg was shaking again...
Ji Mingxiu carried Qiao Wei upstairs.
The upstairs is quiet, even more silent than the lobby. A long corridor lays out in front of you. On the right is a room with closed doors and windows, and on the left is a railing. From the railing, you can see the lobby.
Ji Mingxiu walked down the long aisle with Qiao Wei in his arms, and soon, the railing was gone, and there were houses on both sides.
The light dimmed, and the gloomy air-conditioning slowly lingered around.
Those who knew it said it was Zui Sheng Pavilion, but those who didn't know thought it entered some kind of hell.
"Who?" A fourteen or fifteen-year-old guard suddenly appeared in front of Ji Mingxiu, blocking Ji Mingxiu's way.
Ji Mingxiu said flatly, "I'm looking for your Pavilion Master."
The little guard said bluntly: "The pavilion master is not here, so the door will only open at night, come back at night!"
Following such a proud master, the little guard's arrogance is also quite arrogant.
Ji Mingxiu was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, and gently shook Qiao Wei's hand, and a thunderbolt ball rolled into his hand.
Before the little guard realized what it was, Ji Mingxiu's thunderbolt had already shot out.
"ah-"
The little guard screamed!
But it wasn't blown by the thunderbolt beads, but was hit on the head by the sole of a shoe, and the whole person fell to the ground, and his jaw hurt from the fall.
It was because of this that he escaped the thunderbolt beads.
The Thunderbolt Bead fell into the water tank and exploded with a muffled sound.
Inside the door, a cold and playful voice sounded slowly: "You don't come here once in 180 years, are you going to tear down my Zuisheng Pavilion?"
The little guard touched his sore chin and the big bag on the back of his head that was hit by the sole of his shoe, and asked depressingly, "The pavilion master knows him?"
That cold voice said: "Old acquaintance, you can't stop him, just back off."
"Yes!" The little guard glared at Ji Mingxiu, and stepped back in displeasure.
Ji Mingxiu carried Qiao Wei into the house.
The inside of the room is much darker and colder than the corridor. In broad daylight, not to mention that you can’t see your fingers, but you can hardly see the face of the other party hidden in the dark. You can only see the red dress kneeling on the ground, as if blooming in the underworld. The Bana flowers on the other shore are so glamorous to the extreme.
He picked up the hot wine from the stove: "It's all here, sit down."
Ji Mingxiu gently placed Qiao Wei on the chair, folded a cushion from the corner of the thin blanket and put it behind her head, then walked to the coffee table and knelt down opposite the man.
As if he didn't see Qiao Wei, the man poured a glass of plum wine for Ji Mingxiu: "Are you here to buy or sell?"
"No, I'm here to treat you." Ji Mingxiu said.
"That girl?" The man glanced at Qiao Wei, without much surprise in his eyes, as if he expected such a day to come, "I said I would not do anything for you."
Ji Mingxiu looked at him intently and said, "You can put forward conditions, I will satisfy you whatever you want."
The man took a sip of the plum wine: "Ten years ago, if you said that, I might have agreed, but now, I've figured it out, I don't need anything. Even if you threaten me with death, it's nothing more than death. "
Ji Mingxiu looked blank and said, "I know you are a soft-hearted person, and I won't threaten you with death. First, tell me if you can save her?"
The man's eyes fell on Qiao Wei's face, and after a moment, he hummed casually: "I was injured by the blood moon bow. Although it is a bit tricky, it is not a big deal for me."
Boom!
There was a muffled sound outside.
The man said, "Everyone who eavesdrops, come in."
Yan Feijue cleared his throat, and dragged Ji Wushuang into the room.
Hearing just now that Qiao Wei was injured by the blood moon bow, Yan Feijue was so startled that his elbow shook, and he bumped against the window, which made the muffled sound.
He swore he didn't mean it, the news was such a shock.
How could Qiao Wei be injured by the Blood Moon Bow? The blood moon bow is obviously in Ji's house, in Xiao Wangshu's treasure chest, could it be... someone stole it
With doubts, Yan Feijue immediately went to Ji's house, only to find that the Blood Moon Bow was still there. To test its authenticity, he pulled it with his own hands to make sure it hadn't been dropped.
This is strange, the bow is at Ji's house, how did Qiao Wei get shot
Did someone steal the Blood Moon Bow and put it back after shooting it
Or... is there really a second Blood Moon Bow in the world
Regardless of the origin of the bow, ordinary people can't pull it away!
Not to mention Ye Luo's national teacher, he is still lying in the Changhuan Hall recuperating, unable to get out of bed.
"Damn! What's going on?!" Yan Fei punched his fist.
Ji Wushuang said rationally: "All of these can be investigated slowly. The most urgent thing is to wake up the person first. Maybe the young lady saw the murderer at that time."
Yan Feijue nodded furiously: "Yes, yes, yes! Save people first!"
Ji Mingxiu looked at the man.
The man said softly, "Did I promise to save her?"
Ji Mingxiu winked at Yan Feijue and Ji Wushuang, and they retreated tactfully to the lobby on the first floor, making sure they would not hear the conversation inside.
Ji Mingxiu said solemnly: "You cure her, and I will set you free."
The man smiled: "Her life is only worth my freedom?"
"What else do you want?" Ji Mingxiu asked lightly.
The man hooked the corner of his lips meaningfully: "If I say I want the priest sword, you can give up..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Mingxiu took out the priest's sword from the thin blanket that wrapped Qiao Wei, and put it in front of him without hesitation: "What else do you want?"
The man looked at Ji Mingxiu, seemingly in disbelief, and after a while, he smiled lightly, and said briskly, "I still need to use medicine."
"What medicine?" Ji Mingxiu asked.
"The priest's blood." The man put a dagger and an empty bowl in Ji Mingxiu's hand.
Ji Mingxiu rolled up his sleeves, picked up the dagger, and cut at his wrist.
"Heartbleed." The man said.
Ji Mingxiu stopped cutting his wrists, silently put down his sleeves, unbuttoned his clothes, and stabbed his knife into his heart.
Yan Feijue waited downstairs for a long time before Ji Mingxiu came out. He got angry and ran up again. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ji Mingxiu arched his back, his left hand seemed to be covering his heart, and his right hand Holding the coffee table, a bloody knife was in hand.
There was a strong smell of blood in the room.
He went around to look at Ji Mingxiu's body, and was instantly dumbfounded!
Cold sweat broke out all over Ji Mingxiu's body, beads of sweat on his forehead were like beans, dripping on the ground in big drops, Ruyu's face had lost all color, and even his lips were turning white.
Yan Feijue was furious: "You old grandson! What did you do to the young master?!"
The man said: "It's nothing to do, just take a bowl of the priest's heart and blood."
"Cure a disease and need the painstaking efforts of a priest?" Yan Feijue roared.
The man said bluntly: "It's not her who wants it, but I want it."
Yan Fei was extremely angry: "Why do you want the young master's painstaking efforts?"
The man sighed quietly: "Relieve the hatred in my heart for so many years."
After all, in front of Ji Mingxiu, he unceremoniously poured the bowl of blood that almost cost Ji Mingxiu half his life into the flower pot, and poured the enchanting azalea.
What is a gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, that's it.
Ji Mingxiu harmed others at the beginning, but now it falls into their hands, and it is right to be harmed and come back. How else can we say that the way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the heavens spare
Yan Feijue couldn't hold his breath anymore, and almost didn't fight him.
Ji Wushuang rushed upstairs and stopped Yan Feijue.
Yan Feijue went berserk: "Get out of the way! I have to teach him a lesson today!"
The man said flatly: "She only has 12 o'clock. Once the 12 o'clock is over, even if the Taishang Laojun descends to the earth, he will have no way to recover. It has been three hours since she was injured. Are you sure you have to continue wasting time with her?" I fight?"
Yan Feijue took a deep breath and suppressed the monstrous anger in his heart.
I can't bear it!
When the girl recovers, let's see how grandpa treats you!
The man took an umbrella and walked out slowly.
"Wait, I have a question." Ji Wushuang stopped him, "She was also injured by the Blood Moon Bow, why are her symptoms different from those of the national teacher?"
Although Ji Wushuang did not see the injury of the national teacher with her own eyes, the whole palace of imperial physicians spread the word that the national teacher suffered a very serious internal injury, but Qiao Wei was not. She seemed to have nothing happened, even the skin trauma less than.
The man said: "The national teacher hurts the body, but she hurts the soul. Of course it is different. Hurry up, she is in a special situation, and if it is too late, it will really be too late."