Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi's guest room is on the left side of Lin Jiu's room.

The soundproofing of the house in the charity cemetery was not good. Jingzhi, who was meditating, could hear the creaking sound of a door opening next door, as well as the low voices of Lin Jiu and Qiu Sheng talking.

Jingzhi ignored them. After all, she had only been here for a few days, and her own condition was not optimistic.

Not only was the spiritual energy around him fluctuating, but even the little spiritual energy he had gained through hard practice was about to be exhausted.

And there's no telling when the mysterious Old Master Ren will suddenly appear.

In her judgment, if this old man Ren really showed up, he would definitely rush towards her and Tingting like a hungry wolf.

Thinking of this, she felt as if there was a sharp blade hanging high above her head, and if she was not careful, she would fall straight down.

Therefore, as soon as she had free time, she couldn't wait to devote herself to cultivation, wishing to make full use of every minute and every second.

Just as she was concentrating and gradually entering a good state of cultivation, Qiu Sheng's cries of pain that had been heard from time to time in her ears gradually disappeared.

She couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, her mood became more and more calm.

After she slowly guided the spiritual energy in her body to circulate along the meridians for one cycle, and was about to start the second cycle, suddenly, a suppressed groan penetrated her cochlea, causing her whole body to tremble.

That voice sounded particularly familiar.

It was low and hoarse, clearly Lin Jiu's voice.

Qiu Sheng...did you hurt him by massaging him?

The chair was smashed to pieces. I wonder if he was seriously injured?

Jingzhi sat on the edge of the bed, frowning, and the worry in her heart grew stronger.

As she was thinking, her breathing suddenly became disordered, as if there was a force running around in her body, almost causing her meridians to flow backwards.

Realizing that the situation was not good, she quickly stopped and concentrated her energy to slowly take the spiritual power that had just been condensed back into her dantian.

Then, she gently opened her eyes, gathered herself, reached out her hand and gently knocked twice on the wall on the right side of the bed, and asked with a slightly raised voice:

"Qiu Sheng? Do you know how to do it? If not, I'll go over and help him wipe it!"

Recalling her previous life, Erdi and her senior brother were always in various "duels", and there would always be times when they were accidentally injured, and it was always she who helped treat the wounds.

After accumulating so many experiences, Jingzhi can now be called an "old technician" with skilled techniques.

At this moment, Lin Jiu, who was in the other room, heard a female voice suddenly coming from next door, and his body trembled violently.

He immediately buried his face deep in the pillow, clenched his teeth, and tried his best to hold back the cry of pain that was about to burst out.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his forehead, soaking a large area of ​​the pillowcase.

After a long while, he managed to calm down, turned his head and said to Qiu Sheng in a low voice:

"Answer her and say no."

If it were two days ago, with Qiu Sheng's lively personality, he would definitely "pretend to obey" without hesitation and call Jingzhi over directly.

However, Qiu Sheng was unusually well-behaved and obedient today. He did whatever Lin Jiu asked him to do.

"Sister Jingzhi, no need, I'll be gentler!"

When Jingzhi heard how he addressed her, she felt puzzled.

This kid, why does he seem like a different person?

So polite all of a sudden?

But she was only surprised for a short while, and her attention was drawn away by Lin Jiu's injuries again.

"Uncle Jiu, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"

After saying that, she put her ear to the wall and listened carefully.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a hissing sound coming from next door, followed by the sound of Lin Jiu clearing his throat.

"Hey, it's okay, just a minor injury."

Qiu Sheng looked at the large purple patch on Lin Jiu's face from his shoulder blade to his side ribs, with some bruises oozing blood. His eyes suddenly became hot and he felt extremely guilty.

If this was just a minor injury, then the bruises on his body would be nothing.

He sniffed, picked up the ointment in the bowl with his right hand and rubbed it in his palm to warm it up. Then, gently but with a little force, he slowly rubbed the ointment in his hand into the bruises on Lin Jiu's back.

The time of applying the medicine is particularly difficult to endure.

The intense pain seemed to have doubled the time. By the time Qiu Sheng finished applying the medicine to Lin Jiu, both of them were sweating. Qiu Sheng was sweating hotly from being busy, while Lin Jiu was sweating coldly from the pain.

"Go to the closet over there and get my clothes."

Lin Jiu's voice became even hoarse, as if he had been ravaged.

Jingzhi, who was eavesdropping, frowned more and more.

Just applying medicine...is not enough.

Judging from his hair, he should be in his forties, but he must not leave any hidden injuries.

There seem to be two pounds of pork ribs in the kitchen, so I'll make some soup for him to nourish him.

She moved her body casually, rolled out of bed, and ran to the kitchen.

……

In the pavilion, everyone was having dinner.

Qiu Sheng stretched his head over and looked into the soup bowl in Lin Jiu's hand, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Wow, pork ribs and lotus root soup, why don't we have that?"

Lin Jiu put the soup spoon into the bowl with a clang. His cheeks were a little red, perhaps because he was angry with Qiu or embarrassed, but his eyes unconsciously swept over the soup bowls of everyone on the table.

They...are all vegetable soups...

Before he could think about it, Jingzhi stared at Qiu Sheng with dead fish eyes and said:

"Although I didn't see his injuries, I did see the broken chair today..."

In the middle of the conversation, Jingzhi got angry, put down her bowl and chopsticks, lifted her sleeves, hooked her finger at Qiu Sheng and said:

"If you want to drink it, fine! Stand closer and let me hit you, then I'll stew it for you to drink."

Qiu Sheng laughed dryly twice, shrank his neck, picked up his vegetable soup and drank it silently, not daring to say another word.

Jingzhi looked at his bruised face, pinched her eyebrows, stood up and walked into the kitchen.

After a while, he brought out a bowl and placed it in front of him, saying slowly:

"I know it wasn't your intention to hit him. You were just bewitched by a female ghost. I was a little impulsive today and shouldn't have hit you... This bowl is for you. It's the same as Uncle Jiu's. I added some herbs to promote blood circulation and dissolve blood stasis. It might taste a little strong, but you have to finish it."

Qiu Sheng lowered his gaze and stared blankly at the bowl of light brown soup, which contained some old pork ribs and lotus roots. His eyes inexplicably became red again.

Just as he was feeling moved, he suddenly heard Wencai's snickering. He gritted his teeth and flicked the two grains of rice that had fallen on the table towards Wencai's eyes that were peeking at him.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh, what the hell!"

Wencai blinked, and the rice grains fell down, sticking to the side of his nose, like a white matchmaker's mole. Except for Lin Jiu, everyone burst out laughing.

Lin Jiuze scooped a spoonful of soup, drank it slowly, and concealed the smile on his lips.

His eyes swept across Jingzhi, who was standing with her hands on her hips and laughing happily, and his heart skipped a beat. The next second, he quickly lowered his eyes and ate the lotus root, not daring to look at her again.

He thought to himself: Has her hallucination skills reached the pinnacle? Otherwise, how could he still be affected after half a day?

Just when he was at a loss for words, Wencai pouted at Jingzhi and said:

"I'm injured too, why am I not?"

Jingzhi pointed to the half-full bowl of glutinous rice porridge beside him:

"Glutinous rice is hard to digest. Are you sure you can still drink it?"

Wencai felt his full stomach and shut up.

Just when the atmosphere at the dinner table was harmonious, a burst of hurried footsteps and a few panicked shouts suddenly came from outside the yard.

"Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu! That zombie appeared again!"

Everyone looked back and saw that it was the uninvited guest, Awei, who had come again.

He was panting, his face full of fear, and behind him were two rows of soldiers with equally frightened faces.

He didn't care whether other people were eating or not, and pulled Lin Jiu's arm and walked out.

"Uncle Jiu, come with me and take a look. A villager was bitten to death in the town."

Lin Jiu seemed to be pulled by him, stretching the wound on his back, and his brows frowned instantly.

Jingzhi, who had been secretly watching him, also frowned. She took two quick steps, slapped Awei's hand away and said:

"He's injured. I'll go with you."

"No, I can do that."

Jingzhi rolled her eyes at him, walked around behind him, stretched out a finger and gently poked his back.

"hiss--"

She asked, "Is it still possible?"