Liusu is the best inn in Hanqiu City, adjacent to the most beautiful lake in the city, surrounded by a piece of ancient willows, it is the quietest in spring and summer, but in mid-winter, the lake ice has not yet melted, and the ancient willows have no leaves , Standing by the window and looking at the surrounding scenery by the starlight, it is inevitable that you will feel a little chilling and desolate.
Hanqiu City at night is very quiet, without any noisy sounds, and it is even reminiscent of a cemetery. Wang Po is still in Tiannan, and has not returned to Tianliang County. However, it seems that the Zhu family will wither until it is digested. Many changes in the world always come so suddenly, which makes people a little unprepared.
Nanke's voice woke him up from his contemplation, and he turned around and walked to the bedside to sit down.
Nanke took off his shoes and socks and let go, then put his feet in the basin, lowered his head and scrubbed them seriously.
The temperature of the hot water in the basin is just right, neither hot nor cold after a while, she must have tried it with her own hands just now, just like those nights at Banya Racecourse.
During the days when Chen Changsheng was in a coma and he couldn't move after waking up, Nanke was responsible for feeding him and washing his body.
He tried to refuse many times, but he couldn't convince her, just like tonight.
"I'm almost fully healed from my injuries now, can I handle these things by myself in the future?"
"not good."
Nanke didn't even raise his head.
She doesn't remember anything now, except that Chen Changsheng is the most important person to her.
Then she should serve him well, make sure he lives healthy and recovers as soon as possible.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and said honestly, "I'm not sure...if I can cure your illness."
"But only you can cure it, right?"
Nan Ke raised his head, stared into his eyes and said.
Because of the broken body, the distance between her eyes no longer continued to widen, but her eyes still looked dull.
When she looks at something or someone so intently, it's actually a little scary.
But Chen Changsheng is used to it now.
After washing, Nanke unpacked his bags naturally and spread out the bedding on the floor, but instead of going to sleep, he took off his shirt naturally and sat down in front of Chen Changsheng.
In the nights before leaving Banya Racecourse, Chen Changsheng began to try to treat her illness.
Even though she is a demented little girl now, Nan Ke vaguely feels that it is not good to be naked in front of a man.
But now she's used to it.
Chen Changsheng brushed his finger over the stone bead, his spiritual consciousness entered the garden, and he took out the dagger.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a gold needle from the pocket.
As the true essence poured in, the front end of the golden needle trembled slightly, piercing Nan Ke's seemingly delicate but extremely difficult-to-break skin, and penetrated into her meridians.
These years, he cured Luo Luo's illness, healed Xuanyuan Po's injury, and healed Zhe Xiu for a long time. His ability to observe the subtleties through the golden needle crossing into the true essence is much better than when he first came to the capital. , but still do not have the confidence to cure Nanke's disease.
Because Nan Ke is not a monster race, but a demon race.
Through these few nights of treatment, Chen Changsheng had a deeper understanding of the demon's body, and the more he understood, the more incredible he felt.
On the surface, the bodies of demons and humans seem to have very little difference, especially royal families like Nanke, but there are great differences in some aspects.
Those differences are mainly concentrated in the meridians, the secluded mansion, the qi aperture and the sea of consciousness.
Demons have meridians, but no qi orifices, let alone a secluded mansion.
The most important thing is that the Sea of Consciousness of the Demon Race is not an ocean of real consciousness like humans or monster races, but more like a fog of light.
The question is, are those lights in the fog fragments of consciousness, or some kind of objective existence
Chen Changsheng was very curious about those faint but ubiquitous lights, because he always had the vague feeling that he had seen them somewhere.
Regrettably, although Nanke has opened up his consciousness as much as possible, Chen Changsheng still has no way to go deep into the depths of her sea of consciousness, unless he is not worried that Nanke will become a real person because of the intrusion of his consciousness. An idiot, or die directly, so he has no way to see the true face of those lights.
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Zhu Ye's remains have been secretly transported back to Hanqiu City, but they have not been buried, because the Zhu family and Jue Shizong don't know what to do, because his remains are incomplete, as if they have been eaten by wild animals, but they are deserted. The city of Hanqiu is almost turned into a cemetery.
Even if Dao Zun and Xiang Wang continue to protect the Zhu family for the sake of Zhu Luo's love back then, how can a family without a real strong man survive forever in such a dangerous world? Not to mention, the entire continent knows that Wang Po will return to Hanqiu City one day to claim what he lost back then.
The Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have foreseen today's situation in advance, and it burned once a few years ago, burning paper money for itself in advance.
Not far from Wanliu Garden is the ancestral grave of the Zhu family. Only the heads of the Zhu family or elders who have made great contributions in the past are eligible to be buried here.
The starlight is very good tonight, illuminating those tombs and tombstones very clearly. If you look carefully at the words on the tombstones, you should be able to understand the entire history of the Zhu family and Jueshizong.
In the depths of the tombs, there was a thin figure with a hunched back, vigorously waving his hands, digging for something, and at the same time muttering something incessantly.
Starlight fell on his face, and the crooked eyes and muzzle looked more terrifying than all the tombstones put together.
The saliva that spewed out of his mouth was incomparably stench, worse than the corpse water in all the dug up graves.
Yes, this thin, hunchbacked man was digging a grave. His slender nails were full of mud and carrion flesh. For some reason, they were extremely sharp. He was able to dig a grave very quickly. It only took half an hour. He dug up all the seventeen large tombs in the Zhu family's ancestral tomb.
Whether it's a rotting corpse or a white bone, it's the best harvest for that thin, hunchbacked man.
His eyes were shining, his saliva was drooling more, and he made an extremely vague and incomprehensible sound. Only by listening very carefully could he understand the general meaning.
—Your Zhu family is about to perish.
—Then hand over your resentment and departed souls to me, and I will help you kill your enemies.
The hunchbacked thin man suddenly sat down cross-legged, forming a lotus seat, facing the stars with his palms, closed his eyes and meditated.
He is obviously using the most authentic national religion and Taoism, and his demeanor is solemn and even a little sacred in the starlight.
But his mouth and nose were crooked, and his eyes couldn't be completely closed, which made him look very ugly.
The most authentic state religious magic, the most beautiful starlight, and the ugly hunchbacked man.
This completely different contrast is somewhat comical and absurd, and for some reason it is terrifying.