Shanhedu

Jun He, who was buried in Ling Xiao's arms, was covered with a generous palm on the back of his neck to prevent Xiao Lancao Jing from being frightened again.

Seeing the blood on the clerk's hands, Qing Shui and the others thought that someone was dead in the inn, and they followed him up to find out what happened.

There were only two people in this room full of screams.

Lying in the bed curtain with a big belly waiting for the birth of the baby in the abdomen, but the dystocia woman who suffered from pain like a knife because there was no one to deliver the baby.

The other is the bewildered husband kneeling on the edge of the bed.

The sturdy body blocked most of the doorway, Qing Shui took a look at the scene inside, and directly raised his foot to push the person in.

The unprepared big man almost fell to the ground, and he stood up in the guest room before turning around, his bull's eyes staring at Qing Shui.

"Why are you kicking me?"

Others walked past him, Fugui was the first to bear the brunt and bent over the bed, reaching out to feel the woman's pulse.

Qing Shui cast a faint glance at him and walked in, "Who asked you to get in the way."

Tu Sheng died of injustice, looked at Sao Fox standing behind Ling Xiao and the others with his head tilted, and muttered in a low voice, "You will bully me honestly."

Ling Xiao and the others stood in front of this not-so-large bed, obscuring Fugui to check the woman's body.

The inn clerk brought a basin of warm water, looked at them and explained: "The only midwife in our city has gone to her girl's house, and the couple just stayed yesterday. It’s time to give birth, and I, we don’t know how to deliver.”

Fugui pointed at the two acupuncture points on the woman's back with his sword, and the woman who was lying on the bed, churning and crying, finally calmed down.

After finishing speaking, without looking at the husband's sunken face, he spoke to the clerk again.

"Is there any doctor in the city?"

"Yes, but at this time, the blind old man has already fallen asleep. His family lives in the south corner of the city. I'm afraid that when I find him and come back, our side..."

Fugui naturally understood what the buddy hadn't finished speaking, but he waved his hand anyway.

Calmly ordered, "Just in case, you now ride our horses to find someone, if you don't know how to ride a horse, ask Tusheng to take you, others..."

Fugui, who had transformed into a midwife, looked at the others again.

"Ling Xiao, take Junhe to boil water. Qingshui finds some clean cotton, cloth...cloth is also fine, the more the better."

Tu Sheng and the inn clerk had already gone out first, Ling Xiao, who was holding Junhe in one hand, led the people back downstairs, Qing Shui followed behind, and there was Xiaoyao who was alone in the guest room.

Fugui asked the husband to give his wife some comfort first, and walked to the table to wash his hands in the copper basin.

"Me, and me." Xiaoyao's tone was positive and joyful.

Rich and noble could see his simple and stupid face, and silently said "this is a god with little knowledge" twice in his heart, and then went back to the bed.

During the process, he only threw a sentence to Xiaoyao, "Just stand aside as a mascot."

Belittled by a kid who was shorter than him and not as powerful as him, the Xiaoyao Xianjun who really didn't have much knowledge had his hands on his hips.

Looking at Fugui who was already stroking the mother, he muttered softly, "When my immortal method comes back, I will make you the first mascot, Xianjun."

The fire in the kitchen of the inn was not extinguished, and Ling Xiao poured a wooden bucket of water into the cauldron with one arm, and the white mist floating around blocked his view of quietly looking at Jun He.

Cover the pot, and sit on the long bench with the numb-faced little orchid essence.

The tone was gentle: "I just came back from the outside, what happened?"

Jun He had lingering fears in his heart, and when he thought of those empty and haggard eyes, he felt spiritual energy rushing straight to the sky, and hugged Ling Xiao's arm in fear.

Liu Yemei turned into the innkeeper's mustache, "We saw a ghost!"

"Huh?" Ling Xiao showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"It's really a ghost! Qing Shui doesn't dare to speak anymore." Little Lancao Jing was afraid that his brother would not believe him.

"Speak slowly, I'll listen, don't be afraid." The man patted his head with doting eyes.

Jun He swallowed his saliva into his throat, hugged Ling Xiao's arm and began to talk about him and Qing Shui, as well as the white clothes, red coffin, and the ghost that Xiaoyao saw that Xiaoyao saw...

Ling Xiao went up to the third floor with two large wooden barrels of hot water, and Jun He opened the door for him with a clean soft towel he found from the kitchen.

The woman grabbed her husband's wrist with both hands, biting the rolled up handkerchief in her mouth, but Jun He could still hear her groaning in pain.

While waiting for the water to boil in the kitchen, Jun He had already told Ling Xiao what they saw outside.

The trembling Xiaolancaojing who was originally scared was still worried that Ling Xiao would be frightened, so he put his hands around his shoulders consciously and comforted him, "Brother, don't be afraid, Junhe will protect you."

Ling Xiao pursed his lips and smiled to accept this "protection", telling himself from the bottom of his heart that he must protect this kind little fool.

Qing Shui pushed the door in with a bag panting, and the pregnant woman's lower body was already bleeding.

Fugui found a pair of scissors, poured the wine in the inn on it, and roasted it to disinfect it. Junhe and others went out to wait for him, but Xiaoyao stood aside to protect auspiciousness.

Two hours passed, and finally a baby's cry came from the guest room. After a while, Fugui came out carrying the bag of dirty cotton that had been dyed red.

Facing everyone's expectant eyes, he said, "It's done."

Jun He pulled Ling Xiao's sleeve and went in with Qing Shui. The bed had been cleaned up. The woman fell asleep due to overwork, and the baby in her arms closed her eyes and took a nap.

The first time I saw the baby baby who had just fallen to the ground, Jun He bent down curiously to take a closer look, and unexpectedly, the baby burst into tears the next moment.

The husband who was standing by was so shocked that he went to pat his child, but the crying did not stop.

Standing aside, Xiaoyao probed with his arms folded, and saw a red mole in the baby's fetal hair.

Bending down to get closer, the child surprisingly stopped crying.

The two petals of tender lips were full of flesh, and they continued to catch up on sleep quietly.

Jun He has an embarrassing expression, what's going on.

The husband, who wanted to cover the child with more quilts, stretched out his hand again, who would have thought that the little doll closed his eyes and began to cry on purpose.

Fugui was a little surprised this time, he tentatively approached the baby, and the crying did not stop.

Xiaoyao tried to bend over again, but the child really stopped crying!

Ling Xiao looked at Xiaoyao in disbelief, Fugui and Junhe also looked at him with wide eyes.

Standing behind Xiaoyao, Qing Shui asked him, "So what did you do in the sky?"

The silver-haired Xianjun Xiaoyao also said blankly: "I, I am Yuelao."

"..."

For a while, Jun He and the others didn't know what to say.

Walking out of the room of the family of three, Shimizu said to Xiaoyao again.

"You are the heavenly king who gave birth to a son, what are you doing, you can lie in the empress temple and eat incense."

Xiaoyao was also very confused, it was the first time he discovered that he had such an "auspicious" effect.

"I'm really Yuelao. In my dormitory, there are marriage books and red threads of all the people in this world."

Jun He, who went downstairs in front, asked Ling Xiao what Yuelao was, and what was Marriage Book.

Fu Gui from behind turned back and asked him, "Then why did you bother to come down to earth to make trouble for yourself?"

Yuelao Xianjun, who was stepping on the stairs with his left foot, stopped, and closed his mouth with a heavy heart, and did not answer the question of wealth.

Early the next morning, the torrential rain outside the inn continued.

After finally finding a doctor, Tusheng sent him back before it rained. Fortunately, he didn't get caught in the rain, but it made his trip in vain.

Having no choice but to go to the innkeeper outside to have breakfast with Jun He and the others, Ling Xiao asked him about Jun He seeing a ghost last night.

The boss smoking a pipe sighed, and told a story that has been passed down in Guicheng for half his life.

According to legend, the former son of the richest man in Guicheng wanted to marry his childhood sweetheart, the eldest lady. The two had been in love since childhood. Unexpectedly, on the day of their marriage, a heavy rain fell out of thin air. The rain continued for several months without stopping, and the entire Guicheng They were all flooded.

The living people were forced to drag their families and their mouths outside to make a living, and Guicheng gradually declined.

The unmarried couple and the wedding team were all drowned by the heavy rain, and they came out in the middle of the night to scare people because of their obsession...

After finishing speaking, the innkeeper exaggerated again: "I was young at the time, so I heard about it, but our city is really dark, you must remember not to encounter other strange things, be careful to lose your life!"

When Ling Xiao saw that the boss was so admonishing, he knew that things were not as simple as he said.

"Sir, if there is anything else strange, you might as well tell us."